“Fine.”
“Minimal civilian harm,” Alistair reminded with an equally stern tone, raising up a pointed finger. “Remember, Cold is going to rule this city when the dust settles. The only blood he wants spilled is the Luchesi family’s.”
“No problem,” Mickey said. “Boss gets what he wants. We’ll be in and out, no problem.”
“Galavant lets us in, me and Mickey clear the way, Roger opens up that pretty little safe for us, and then we snatch the cash,” Jules went on. “We leave a bag with Galavant. We gotta rough him up a bit and leave him with a message.”
“And what message is that?”
“That this money grab was for Luigi. He’s got the weakest claim to the throne, so he’d have to do something pretty fuckin’ big to stand a chance against his big brothers.”
“Like stealing millions of dollars to fund his claim?”
“Yup.” Jules smirked. “Cristian and Matteo will be more than fuckin’ willin’ to believe their little brother is tryin’ to be a big man. We’re just like ol’ Hansel and what’s her fuckin’ face, leavin’ a trail of breadcrumbs behind.”
“Got it.”
“After we’re done, I’ll drop you by your car,” Jules went on. “And Roger, I’ll bring you—”
“You can drop me off with Mickey,” Roger cut in.
Jules only appeared vaguely surprised, and he glanced over to Mickey. “Yeah?”
“Sure thing.” Mickey cringed as heat crept up his neck. Both Alistair and Jules were staring at him now. Great.
“Right.” Jules cleared his throat. “So, I’ll drop you two lovebirds off, and then I’m taking the cash to Cold.”
“Okay.” Mickey leaned across the table. “And now?”
“Now we wait.”
“Whatever will we do to pass the time?” Roger wagged his eyebrows over at Mickey.
“I’m going for a walk,” Mickey grunted.
“Don’t go too far,” Jules warned. “Stay ready.”
“Always.”
Mickey left the club to take a stroll around the block to clear his head. He began to run the many possible scenarios of assaulting the restaurant through his head, all the various ways they could attack, but his thoughts were muddled by a certain blue-eyed devil.
The fierce way he kissed, the sting of his teeth, his hot mouth…
Damn him!
Huffing sharply, Mickey tried again to get his thoughts together. This job was vital. They had to take the Luchesi family’s cash out from under them as soon as possible. It was essential to weakening them. Without money, they couldn’t pay their men or the cops and politicians they owned, and the chaos within the city would only spread.
Mickey still didn’t know what Cold’s intentions for the money might be, but he was confident it would only be to help them.
He trusted Cold.
Even if he’d brought that idiot Roger into the fold…
Beautiful, sexy, absolutely enraging Roger.
Mickey stayed gone long enough to cool off and get the echoes of their bathroom tryst out of his brain, returning finally with his head right and trigger finger itching.
He was ready to work.
