Page 30 of Pirate's Plunder

“Legs up,” I take a pillow and place it under her ass.

“This is ridiculous.” But she crosses her arms over the back of her thighs and holds them where I put them.

“Good girl.” I kiss her nose, causing an adorable giggle.

“I like that sound.” She sticks her tongue out at me as a knock comes to the door.

“Who can that be? The sun isn’t even up?” I’m wondering the same thing, but I don’t answer her.

Instead, I put on a robe and grab my gun off the dresser.

“Security, we’ve had a noise complaint. We need to perform a wellness check. Please open the door, or the manager will let us in.” I aim at the door and glance at Genesis.

“Get dressed,” I whisper, and she nods frantically, grabbing her clothes that are still soaked.

“ROBE!” I hiss as another knock comes to the door.

This one is less polite than the first.

I grab my phone and text Spector’s team as Genesis comes to crouch next to me behind the sofa, facing the main door. She leans in to whisper in my ear.

“If they had a key, they would have used it by now.” I nod in agreement.

My phone buzzes, and I glance at the screen and read two words right before the door bursts open.

Not security.

I drop the phone and aim my gun at the man who just kicked the door in. His focus is on the bedroom area. He must have been under the assumption that we’d be in bed asleep, and since he hasn’t seen us yet, I’ll let him think just that.

I turn to Genesis and motion to be quiet, but she’s already halfway around the couch watching the asshole move towards the bedroom. When she glances at me, I point at the elevator, and she runs.

Good fucking girl.

I follow her and clear the doorway as I hearthe man curse. Thank God, the elevator is still on our floor. I take a second to look for the guard who isas supposed to be at our door.

Nothing.

The elevator dings, giving us away, but the guy isn’t fast enough. He shoots at the doors as they close, and I grab Genesis, dragging her to the floor as the machine starts to move down.

“Are you hurt?” I move the hair out of her face and look her over.

She’s shaking but manages to say no.

“Fuck, I left my phone and keys.” I hold the gun and frown at what we’re wearing.

We looked like armed hotel guests ready to rob the breakfast buffet.

“Here, I put it in my pocket when you dropped it. I can’t help with the keys. Can’t you hotwire it or something?” I raise my eyebrow at her.

“I could, but it would take too much time,” I call Spector, expecting him to answer right away, but instead, the call goes to voicemail.

“Something is wrong.” I grind my teeth as we reach the lobby.

“WOO! Hey Prez, Mrs. Prez. Are you trying to skinny dip in the pool?” Wizard, my club secretary, greets us with a wide smile.

“What the fuck you doing here, Wizard?” I grab him and move him towards the door.

“Spector said you needed me, and I was around the corner.” I get us outside, and thank God he’s not on his bike tonight.

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