The hotel was luxurious but surprisingly cozy, comprised of two buildings with two floors each in a sprawling complex that was more wide than tall.
We made our way through the lobby under vaulted ceilings lit by huge chandeliers, and twenty minutes later we were walking to our suite in the adjacent building.
Bram used the key card to open the door and we stepped into an expansive living area decorated in a minimalist style with gray sofas, brass-and-glass cocktail tables, and an assortment of wicker furnishings.
There was also a balcony, the glass doors closed to the elements.
“This is nice.” I dropped my bag.
Remy moved into the room, then face planted.
“What the…”
I looked down and saw that he’d tripped over one of the black duffel bags that littered the floor.
“Those weren’t supposed to be there,” he said, getting to his feet.
“They definitely were.” Poe nudged aside the one Remy had tripped over.
“Not in the middle of the fucking floor.” Remy’s ego had obviously taken a bigger bruising than his body.
“Nobody else tripped over them,” Bram pointed out.
There were six bags, and even though they were zipped shut I knew they contained an assortment of Kevlar, weaponry, and other equipment to get the Butchers into the luxurious house where Ethan Todd was exiled.
“Rafe wasn’t kidding when he said they were going to send over a few things,” I said.
Remy crouched to open one of the bags, then shook his head. “Where do these fuckers get all this shit?”
“I’m going to take a shower.” I headed for the bedroom, a sleek spacious room with a big bed and more doors leading to another balcony.
I was glad that the Butchers didn’t follow. They always seemed know when I needed some time to decompress alone, and even though I knew I would have been horny for them in ten seconds flat if they’d joined me in the shower, I really did want some time to regroup.
We were in the place we always seemed to be in together, the place between the last big thing that had happened and the next big thing. Tomorrow night the Butchers would try — again — to take out Ethan Todd.
Would they get him this time? Would our hunt for him finally end?
And what did that mean? What would my life even look like without it?
It will look good, M. It will look peaceful.
I hoped June was right.
54
BRAM
I wishedI could rest like Maeve but there was no way. I was too amped, too anxious to get my hands around Ethan Todd’s neck.
He was close. I could feel it. Could almost smell him.
I took a walk to pass the time, trying to work some of the adrenaline through my body, and by the time I got back to the hotel Maeve was awake, looking absurdly sexy as she lounged on the sofa with Poe and Remy in one of Poe’s shirts that barely covered her ass.
I bent to kiss her and my dick hardened when her tongue slipped into my mouth. “Have a good rest?”
“Hmmm…” It was almost a purr and I knew she was turned on too, that if I slipped my hands under her shirt I’d find her nipples hard. That if I slipped my fingers into her pussy she’d be wet. “It was amazing. I needed it.”
“Don’t bogart Maeve,” Remy said. “Fucker.”
