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I kiss her soft, plump, full lips. “Get some sleep.”
Not long after, Sasha’s breath is steady, and she’s fast asleep. My mind is reeling from the extraordinary blow job to what we have planned tomorrow night to take down her father. I rack my brain, wondering how Gordon McGrath had two kids who are so wonderful when he has the heart of a devil growing inside him.
Chapter 17
I Promised
Drifter
Gordon is in for the night, per the Devil Sins members parked outside his estate. Once their president heard about Sasha’s plight and also found a way to add revenue to their club by becoming a shareholder, they offered their assistance in a big way.
The Pride brothers, Orion and Wildcard, are deep into helping us as well. Wildcard is monitoring Gordon’s phone and email, while Orion is going to shut down the security cameras and walk us through the layout of the building, where Simon is waiting for us.
Simon has been in his father’s office hundreds of times, but I’m not even sure he knows how paranoid Gordon is. There’s a whole other level of secrecy with a system that would challenge any hacker, unless you’re Orion, of course. I’m sure as hell glad Orion’s on our side.
Right on schedule, Simon’s waiting by the side entrance door to let us in. With me are Hawk and Motown.
“This way,” Simon says, indicating the hall to the left. “The guard is doing his rounds on the other side of the building. We have about twenty minutes before he swings back this way.”
It was going to be just Motown and me, but Hawk insisted on being with us. I wanted to keep him out of it, but true to form, he said, “I wouldn’t ask any man to do what I’m not willing to do.” So, here he is.
Motown has a hidden talent that we don’t talk about much that may come in handy. There’s a lot about my brother that very few are aware of. I’m honored that he trusts me enough to share his past with me. But, as is our way, it’s Motown’s story to share, and he will when he’s good and ready.
We all have earpieces connected to Orion, who guides us through the maze of cameras lining the halls.
“All right, men, this is a matter of timing. I don’t want to shut off any cameras until it’s absolutely necessary. We don’t want to tip off the guards. The cameras move from one side to the other every ten seconds to scan the area. One at a time, you move on my command. Tell Simon to get to the end of the hall and look at his phone and check his email. Wildcard sent him an inquiry that looks legit. If anyone checks it, it’ll all be on the up and up,” Orion tells us.
I relay the message to Simon, who follows the plan to the letter. Meanwhile, Orion gets us through the series of hallways that lead to the elevator. This takes us to the upper management office space.
“This is my office,” Simon utters, and begins to move past it, when Orion speaks up.
“Simon goes to his office and stays put until you come and get him. This is where it gets tricky, and he’s not trained for this shit,” Orion says.
“Sit tight in your office,” Hawk tells him. “Your job is to play it cool and work overtime, just like we planned.”
We already know from the schematic where Gordon’s office is, but Simon says, “That’s Dad’s office. The key is a code. It automatically locks at six o’clock if Dad forgets, but he never forgets. Even his assistant doesn’t have the code. I needed to get in there once for a file, and he had to call me with the code, and the very same day, changed it.”
“Go about your business and let us do our thing,” I tell him.
He goes into his office, but before shutting the door, he says, “Good luck.”
“You’re on,” I tell Orion.
“Right, brothers. Here’s where it gets interesting. McGrath has several booby traps in front of his office. A light will flash when someone is right in front of his office door. I can shut it down, but the code has to be correct, and you’re going to get one chance because I can only interrupt the feed for three to five seconds. Once inside, stand right inside the door and do not move until I loop the feed that will show an empty office on the screens in the security room. I can’t help you with the desk, though, so if he’s got that rigged, you’ll have to get creative. But War’s here, and if you send us a pic, then he might be able to help,” Orion informs us.
“The code?” Hawk asks.
“Seven, six, nine, three, seven,” Orion chirps in my ear.
Motown is the first to figure it out. “Power.” Yeah, he’s quick like that. His mind works like that. “Fucker thinks he’s got the power. Well, let’s see if we can change that,” he says with steely determination.
We wait for the signal, then we all move quickly. Hawk hits the code pad; with a soft click, the door lock releases. We file through and stand perfectly still, waiting for the next step. Orion tells us it’s safe to move around the room.
We work in the dark with flashlights, dividing the room into sections. Motown takes the bookcase; Hawk is at the bar. Yeah, a fucking bar in his office, and I take the desk. Before touching the desk, I move the chair back and look under it. Orion’s admonition to be careful echoes through my head. We’ve come this far; I don’t want to leave empty-handed. The top two drawers on either side have locking mechanisms. They look harmless, but my gut tells me otherwise.
“Sending a photo,” I say to Orion. I take out my phone, snap, and send.
“Okay. Got it,” he answers, then I hear him direct his question to War. “What do you think?”
