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“You both ready to do this?” I ask, glancing between the two of them.
Keres pats the pocket on the outer thigh of her leather pants, the one she slipped her blade into before we left. I offered her a gun but she refused. I guess she wants this to be up close and personal so she can see the light go out of his eyes when he takes his last breath.
I glance at the single-story six-bedroom house with the electric entry gates and ten-foot-high walls.
Nathan James’s hacker friend got us a full layout of the house in Fort Wayne, along with a list of Wynn’s staff, their shift patterns, and the details of the custody schedule for his three kids. Fortunately for us, the kids are with their mom today. She also hacked into his security feed for us, and we’ve been watching the place all morning. Romeo pulls it up now, and like he has been for the past few hours, Wynn is in his office. His bodyguard has spent most of that time in the kitchen, chatting and flirting with the maid, while periodically checking on his boss. They’re the only two other people in the house today.
“Let’s go over the plan again,” I say, eyeing the gilded gates. Flashy prick. He should have spent more money on fortifying the back of the property, where a blind spot on his security feed and a row of white oaks are going to provide us the perfect opportunity to slip inside undetected.
“You and I will take care of the bodyguard and the maid.” Romeo places his hand over the chest pocket of his leather jacket where he has a syringe full of medical-grade narcotics that will knock a person out for at least two hours. I have one too. “And then we’ll join Keres and watch while she deals with Theo.”
Keres nods, her eyes darting around as she checks up and down the street. It’s quiet. One lady jogged by us after we parked our bikes up the street and gave Romeo an approving once-over, but we haven’t seen another soul since.
Keres jerks her head in the direction of the house. “So let’s go.” She confidently crosses the road and we follow, slipping around to the back of the house. I give her a boost, and she scales the tree like a ten-year-old kid.
Romeo stares after her, a wide grin on his face. “That is a fine ass, right?”
I nudge him in the arm. “Focus, asshole.”
With a devious laugh, he scrambles up the tree after her. A few moments later, all three of us are making our way around the edge of the yard to the house and the large french doors which open into the pool area and lead to the large kitchen. A trickle of sweat runs down my back, and I unzip my jacket to let in some air, not that there’s much to be had in the afternoon heat of the sun.
The kitchen is empty, and Romeo pulls up the security feed on his phone. “Looks like the maid and guard are out in the hallway.”
Keres nods to the open doors. “Then let’s get in there while we can.”
We head into the kitchen but stop when Romeo hisses, “Shit! They’re going to the front door. Visitors?”
“I didn’t hear the doorbell,” Keres whispers.
“Because they didn’t ring it,” Romeo says as the sounds of shrieking kids fill the house.
“Fuck!” I groan.
Keres closes her eyes and sighs. “The kids.”
“Your mom will be here in ten minutes,” a deep voice calls out. “So get all your shit together. Now!”
I glance at the doorway on the other side of the kitchen. There are three bedrooms on the east side of the house and three on the west. I’m certain I recall the master suite being on the east. “Let’s go.” I herd the two of them to the last bedroom along the hallway.
“What do we do now?” Romeo says, running a hand through his mop of dark hair.
“We wait the kids out. He said their mom would be here in ten minutes, right? According to the files Nathan sent us, they hate each other, so he’s not likely to be going with her. Once the kids leave, we go back to the original plan.”
“And meanwhile we hang around in this sick fuck’s bedroom?” Keres wrinkles her nose in disgust as she looks around the room. A huge painting of a tied-up woman being fucked hangs on a wall opposite a black leather couch, and the center of the room features a four-poster bed with black silk sheets. She runs a hand over the fabric and makes a fake vomiting noise. “What a fucking cliché.”
Before I can agree with her, footsteps thunder down the hall toward the room.
“Hide. Now.” Romeo ducks and rolls under the bed.
Keres blinks at me, and I grab her arm and drag her inside the closet just before the door to the bedroom bursts open. “Dad, have you seen my football jersey?” The deep voice tells me it’s his oldest son, Tyson.
A shouted “No” sounds from somewhere else in the house.
“Your girlfriend had it on the other day,” the kid calls back, his voice full of disgust. He stomps around the room while I run through the dozen different scenarios that could unfold, especially if this kid opens the closet.
Keres sucks in a deep breath, no doubt thinking the same. She’s been waiting for this moment almost her whole life, but I know she’d never hurt a kid to get it.
“Your shirt’s in my room, Ty,” a girl’s voice shouts. Ty stomps out of the room a few seconds later, and I heave a sigh of relief. He doesn’t close the door after himself, so we’re forced to remain in our hiding spots for now, with Keres’s body pushed up close against mine. And now all I can think about is… I close my eyes and bite down on my lip, fighting to think of anything other than how good she feels, but it’s no fucking use.
