Page 156 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“Oh my god, that’s amazing.” She giggles which makes me roll my eyes.
“You’re going to be good. I’ll be right here, and if any funny business happens, I’ll have the police there in seconds.” Technically that’s true.
It should take her approximately ten minutes to get to the hotel across the road, and up to the room I’m booked into that is opposite my mark’s room. Meticulously I re-wipe down this room making sure every trace of me has vanished and place any of my rubbish into my bag. I double-check my suitcase and run my hand over my baby, an M24-A3 Remington Sniper, everything is right in the world. I head toward the elevator and make my way back down to the lobby. I see the blonde in the bar, and she is having a drink while chatting with a man in a suit.
“Do not get distracted,” I say through the earpiece which makes her jump.
She giggles when the man asks if she’s okay, and she waves him off as she takes a sip of her champagne.
“Good work, perfect recovery,” I tell her, but I can’t see her reaction as I’m out of the hotel and making my way over to the other side. I send a quick text to Sergei to wipe all security footage of me. He sends a thumbs-up emoji right back. I want toask him how Grace is, but I’ve been avoiding the topic all week, and he hasn’t given me any updates either. I’m supposed to stay focused while on a job, it’s the reason I don’t do relationships. I can’t have distractions while I’m working. Also, I can’t give my enemies any leverage over me. Grace is a liability to my life. Maybe it’s for the best that I send her home to her family. I can deal with Dmitri’s wrath, he’s nothing but a thug who got lucky.
Confidently, I stroll through the hotel lobby and directly into the elevator. I use my new swipe key to get to my floor and thankfully it’s a solo ride. I enter the new room and begin to set up. The hotel window opens just enough that I can put the end of the gun through the slit. I play with my scope and check the distance, everything looks perfect.
Then I pull out my phone and connect to the camera in her necklace.
“How are you traveling?” I ask the blonde.
“Almost there. Getting into the elevator now.”
Probably three minutes out as she is by herself and looks like she will go straight up to the penthouse floor. I stretch my fingers and loosen the muscles in my shoulders before fiddling one last time with my scope.
“I’m on the penthouse level,” she whispers.
“When you enter the room, you are going to have make sure you don’t react to anything I say in your earpiece, okay?”
“Okay,” she says through a shaking breath.
“Good girl. It’s go-time,” I say as I sit back and watch.
Knock, knock.
One of the hired goons opens the door. “Yes?”
“Hi, I’m here for the party,” she purrs, handing him the note.
The goon takes the note and reads it out.
Dear Mr. Toper,
Welcome to the Regis Hotel. Thank you for being a valued
customer. Please accept this gift as a show of gratitude for your patronage.
Mr. Simons, Hotel Manager
The goon chuckles and I watch as he looks over the girl hungrily. “Hey, boss, the hotel sent you a pretty awesome welcome basket.”
They took the bait. Too easy.
The blonde walks into the room, and I get a good look at how many
people are there. There’s Mr. Toper lying on the bed in a bathrobe. Goon One, who opened the door, and Goon Two watching TV, but I can’t see any more.
“Spin around a little, I need to see how many people are in the room,” I whisper into her earpiece.
“I think this is the best hotel welcome basket I have ever seen.” Mr. Toper leers at the woman from the bed.
She giggles. “Oh, I hope that I can be welcoming enough.”
