Page 132 of Flawed

He jerks his head back. "Of course I didn't change my mind. Like I said, it's time to sit back and watch the show."

I scrub my face, over his games. "Meaning?"

He grabs his phone out of his pocket and swipes at it. Then he motions for me to sit at the desk.

I obey, and he grabs the other chair. He sits next to me and props his phone on the desk so we can both see the screen. Excitement fills his voice as he orders, "Wait for it." He taps a button.

Jacopo's compound comes into view. He hits the screen, and it zooms over the west wing.

"How did you get this?" I inquire in shock.

He smirks. "How did you think we were going to blow the place up?"

I shrug. "Not sure, but I assumed you'd have one of your guys string the bombs inside his place."

He scoffs. "That's for amateurs, Luca. Do you think I'm one of those guys?"

I humor him. "No, Brody. You're a pro. Can you fill me in now?"

His grin grows. "Let's just say the O'Connors like to do things military style."

Confused, I stare at him.

He adds, "Drones."

"Holy shit," I mutter. I knew the O'Connors were skilled in bombs from their time in Ireland. Yet drones never occurred to me.

"That's brilliant," I admit.

He pumps his chest. "Yeah, I am pretty brilliant."

"Don't get cocky," I threaten.

He chuckles, and we make small talk, passing the time until it's close to nine. A minute before, he rubs his hands together. "Are you ready for the show?"

Nerves fill me. I answer, "Yes. I just hope no one innocent is around."

"Too late. You can't worry about that now," he declares.

"It's only hitting the west wing, correct?" I question.

"Yep. Precision is my thing. Again, I'm not an amateur," he boasts.

For once, I appreciate his skills.

The seconds pass slowly. My stomach flips faster until nine o'clock hits.

All of a sudden, the wing that Jacopo and his advisors are in explodes. Debris flies into the air. A blaze of smoke and fire rages into the sky. I take it all in as a chill runs down my spine.

Brody cockily asks, "Good enough for you?"

I stare at him in shock, muttering, "It's done."

He doesn't seem fazed. "Yep. There's no way they could have survived that explosion."

I glance back at the screen of smoke. You can barely see the outline of the existing structure.

Brody snatches his phone off the desk and rises. He advises, "You might want to stay hidden for a few more days before slowly making your way back into society. But I think you'll be okay. There's not going to be anyone who can pay for the ten-million-dollar bounty Jacopo put on your head."

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