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I hate it at that moment. I hate it more when shortly, dressed as though he’s going on some type of raid, he leaves me. I hadn’t tried to argue with him anymore, knowing there was nothing I could say that would stop him.

I agreed to be his old lady, to wear his property cut.

All I can do is just hope that he comes back safely, with his club along with him.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Lost

Christ. Patsy might have been new to the experience, but that blow job had been hot. Her hesitant fumbling had made more of an impression on me than any encounter with any of the club girls. I’d tried to hold back, preferring to come inside her, but ended up taking my own selfish pleasure. I’d given her warning, but she’d swallowed. I’m not quite sure she’ll go that far again in the future, but damn. Did I say it was hot?

Of course, I returned the favour, which I enjoyed almost as much. Seeing the normally put together woman lose all inhibition was just as rewarding.

Pleasant memories go through my head as I get ready for our outing tonight. Patsy’s eyes had hardened when she saw me dressing all in black, sliding knives into my belt and ankle sheath, and placing my gun in my holster, but refrained from saying another word, just pulling me close and giving me a kiss to remember.

Now I put her out of my head and focus on what I’m doing, and currently that’s sitting in a truck a block out from the Mexican restaurant which is, hopefully, closed up for the night.

“Pennywise?” I ask.

Through the power of technology, he speaks right into my ear. “All clear. Looks like no one’s home at the auto-shop. All dark and quiet. Smoker’s lying low. He reported the restaurant has closed. They stayed to clean up, then left. All lights are out.” Pennywise has found a place to perch on the top of one of the high-rise buildings. Fuck knows exactly where he is, or how he managed to get there, but he can cover both premises from his spot.

“Far as I know, Prez, everyone’s left.” Smoker’s voice comes through loud and clear.

“I’m good to go on the security system.” Token’s disembodied voice is next, he too had gone ahead. “They’ve got cameras, but I’ve hacked in and got some footage going on a loop, and I’ve remotely disabled the alarm.”

“You sure?” I ask.

“We’ll soon know,” his response comes. The best I can expect.

“Grumbler’s ready to pick the lock when you give the go ahead,” Dart informs me, his voice sounding tinny.

“What about the auto-shop?” That’s my focus tonight.

“I’m there now,” Token speaks again. “Basic alarm which I’ll deal with once we’re inside.”

“Wait until we’re there as backup,” I warn him.

“Copy that, Prez,” Token says back.

I’ve got faith in the man, but hell, my skin prickles at the thought he may not have been successful and soon we’ll hear the blaring of alarms ringing out. For that reason, I’ve parked the truck close. Curtis will stay with it and come get us should we need to make a fast getaway. Hopefully, if they see us, they’ll just think a gang broke in to steal tools.

Dart with Grumbler, Blaze and Kink are in another truck on the other side of the block near the restaurant. They’ve got Wrangler as a getaway driver, and I just hope he uses his brains tonight and doesn’t fuck anything up.

“Dart? We’re ready to move.”

“Copy that, Prez,” Dart says professionally, then adds with more familiarity, “Take care, Lost.”

You too, Brother. You too.

I don’t need to tell the men to be silent. We get out of the truck, pushing the doors closed gently so they engage with just soft clicks. We certainly don’t need sounds of slamming to alert people to our presence. Curtis drives off to wait out of sight as Salem and Niran follow me around the back of the shop to the staff entrance.

Token’s there and waiting, with him a number of high- and low-tech tools, a lockpick and skeleton key, and a device which should help reveal the combination to disable the alarm.

I hold up three fingers, then lower them one by one.

We’re inside.

I hold my breath and stand back, letting Token use his skills on the device screwed to the wall. It seems a lifetime but in reality is less than a minute before he turns around. “Done, Prez.”

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