Page 106 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
Rand owns this building, and I hate, hate, hate that I’ve brought either of them into this, but I don’t see any other way.
The truck’s windows are fairly high up, which is good for preventing looky-loos but not good enough. I pull the brothers into the back and am still arranging them when someone knocks on the window. I stifle the startle response, grab the gun, and check.
It’s Joe with the supplies I asked for. I roll down the window, and he hands me a stack of blankets, a new roll of duct tape, and a folding knife, then reaches into his back pocket and gives me kitchen gloves and a trash bag.
“These are perfect, thank you.”
He steps back from the vehicle and starts toward the elevators. I know he’d help me with this next part if I asked, but it fucking messes with his head too much.
Donning the gloves, I cut the first blanket into smaller squares then duct tape them over the windows. With the rolling morgue secured, I wrap each body in a blanket, securing it with duct tape, then shove them together and cover them with another blanket.
I’ll have to figure out something else with the gun, but I unscrew the suppressor, wipe it for prints, and shove it under the blanket next to the bodies.
Holstering the gun on my ankle, I use Tommy’s shirt to wipe down all surfaces. There was one useful thing my father taught me: getting busted for leaving behind fingerprints is stupid and entirely preventable.
Grateful that my shirt is black, I check the rest of my outfit. No visible blood, but when I check my face in the rearview, there’s a big streak across my cheek.
Fuck.
I wipe my face off as best I can, then shove my gloves, tie, and vest into the garbage bag. Walking toward the elevator, I curse under my breath. I have to use my key card, which will establish a timeline. But Joe is waiting for me in the vestibule, key card in hand.
“It’s weird how the cameras in this building keep going out,” he says, using Grayson’s mother’s key card to open the elevator.
I know it’s hers because it’s bedazzled.
“Sure is.”
We ride up in silence, mostly because I don’t want to involve him any more than he’s already involved, but also because, at this point, I’m paranoid about any kind of listening device.
We stop at my floor. “Everything’s been swept, so talk easy,” he says, smiling.
He’ll take this elevator to the security floor, where a staircase leads to the penthouse. It’s too bad Joe never wanted the life—he’s a natural.
Joe winks at me, hits the button for the security floor, and disappears from view. Sucking in a ragged breath, I open the door to my apartment and walk in.
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I jumpup from the couch when I hear the key in the lock and rush over with a garbage bag. Luca walks in, looking pale and worried as he locks the door behind him. He stops, taking me in.
“Joe?” he asks, unbuttoning his shirt.
I nod, gesturing down at myself. “I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your robe.”
He shakes his head, stripping down to his black silk boxers. “You can wear anything of mine you want.”
His words are kind, as always, but his voice is distant.
I hold the bag open for him and he shoves his clothes inside. Tying it up, I set the bag next to mine by the door.
“Hopper said he’d be by for the bags tomorrow. And we have all of the masks accounted for.”
“That’s good, little bird. Thank you.”
Unable to wait another second, I wrap my arms around him.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I ask, probably squeezing him too tight.
