LUCA
“Ride with me.” When I attempt to guide her to my car, she plants her feet in place and yanks her hand out of my grip. “We don’t have time to argue about this. One of us has to drive the vehicle back and make sure we’re not the last ones back.”
“Oh, that’d be a shame if we didn’t get to play anymore.” Her mouth twists into a grin as I think of Micah getting the upper hand.
Reaching forward, I seize the back of her neck. “If you screw this up on purpose, I will make you pay more than the Keepers ever will.”
Her stubbornness doesn’t falter as she remains rigid, her chest rising and falling with even breaths. “I didn’t want to play. You did this with your stupid little man-child fit when you made me jump off the roller coaster with you. Which is a perfect metaphor for you—a fucking roller coaster. So, blame your own damn self. Because it’s your fault that you’re stuck with me.”
Ivy pulls away and marches to her car before dropping into the driver’s seat.
Fuck. She is going to be the death of me one way or another.
I have no choice but to follow behind her in my own vehicle until we reach the residence.
Once we’re all parked and observing the property, Remy asks, “Why are we stealing some senator’s cars?”
Micah responds, “Probably because he pissed off the wrong person.”
Agreed. He crossed the wrong person, and they’re using Mercy to make him pay.
“I don’t like this,” Brooke says, scanning over the property. “Shouldn’t we do some surveillance or recon before we just run in blind?”
“No. We don’t have time.” Micah scans back at me. “And we’re not in this together. It’s every man for himself.”
Brooke asks, “What about the one on your team, jackass?”
He responds, hardly paying her any attention, “Yeah. I guess I’ll bring you along for the ride.” He grips her elbow as they head off, sprinting along the fence, then they disappear into the shadows.
Ivy glances to me. “What’s our move, Captain Dick?”
I ignore the dig. “Let’s find a way in without setting off every alarm. There’re at least three cameras covering the front of the house and one covering that entrance gate.” I point to the few I see, knowing there are probably plenty that I don’t.
Being invisible is easy. I’ve done it plenty of times. And this is no different.
As we walk along the property, I notice a blind spot. “There.”
We head to the opening as I jump on the stone wall that’s about waist high, then climb over a pillar and turn to find Ivy right behind me. “And how do we get the car out? It’s not going to fit through here. We can’t just drive it out the gate.”
“Why not? The driveway will be the quickest route.” I enjoy her slightly panicked and confused look.
“You can’t be serious.” But she knows I am as she mutters, “This is not going to end well.”
Agreed.
As we approach the house, I take note of every interior light, only one appearing to be on in the house. So, someone might be here. Which means being first will increase the chances of getting away clean before the guy realizes what’s happening. Once he hears a vehicle crank up, it’ll be game over.
“Hurry up,” I whisper to Ivy as she falls back a few steps.
“In a hurry to get arrested?” she asks but thankfully picks up speed as we make our way to the side of the house.
“He won’t call the police if he catches us.” I know the mentality. He’ll get away with murder. And a dead body is one who can’t tell his secrets. “He’ll shoot first and ask questions later.”
She looks more annoyed than worried. “Fabulous. Another unhinged psycho.”
There’s a fucking security guard who’s having a smoke out on the dock, which isn’t far enough from where we’re at for my liking. I pull her against me, shielding her until I see the guard’s back is to us. Holding my finger up, I place it over her mouth signaling for her to be quiet then motion with my head towards the dock. Her frustration is in full swing as she backs away and mouths, “Okay.”
We quickly reach the side door of the garage and find it already unlocked. Fuck. I know who beat me here without seeing. But once I dash into the garage bay, I spot Micah sitting behind the wheel of a classic Jaguar, and that is the moment the engine roars to life. Fucker waited until I got here to do it. But it won’t stop me from completing this dare.
