Sam
I am positivelygiddy with anticipation. After finding out that old bitch, Betty, is my so-called mother, I’ve been itching to take her out. So glad Em and I are on the same page.
It's still mid-afternoon, so we have time to discuss what exactly we want to do.
We both sit cross-legged on our bed, facing each other.
“What is the plan?” I ask Em.
She chews her bottom lip in thought. “I think we should wait until nightfall. It'll be easier to cloak ourselves in the darkness to be able to get inside.” She pauses, thinking. “Can you drive? I can’t.”
“No, sorry. I was never let out to be able to learn,” I admit.
“Fuck, that’s what I figured. Okay, another obstacle is getting inside if it’s locked. Can you pick a lock?”
I shake my head.
“We’re going to need someone’s help. Someone who won’t tattle and knows that skill.” Em nods after a minute. “Purge is a good choice, I think. I doubt he’ll be in the computer room in the middle of the night. Let's wait until he goes back to his room.”
“Sounds good. Now… what to do until then?” A slow grin slides across my face.
Em laughs. “I sure as fuck don’t want to sleep.”
I lean in, kissing my girl. Such a perfect way to pass the time.
Phoenyxx
It's eleven p.m. and all seems quiet.
Sam and I are dressed in all black already.
I managed to sneak into the kitchen earlier and pilfer a couple of butcher knives.
It's time to talk to Purge.
I pop open the door, peeking up and down the hall. We walk out on quiet feet, moving to Purge’s room. I knock softly, hoping he’ll hear.
The door opens, a surprised expression on Purge’s face. He's looking edible-shirtless with mussed blonde hair, glasses perched on his face, and wearing only grey sweatpants. What is it about sweats on a guy that’s so fucking hot?
“Like what you see, Iskra?” Purge asks, making me flush a bit.
“Fuck yes, I do. Can we come in?” I shift from foot to foot.
He widens the door to usher us in. “What’s going on?”
I pace in front of his bed, where he sits with Sam. “We are going to take care of the Solomons tonight.” I hold up a hand to stop any interruptions. “Don’t try to talk me out of it, either. We need a driver, and someone who can pick a lock.”
“And who won’t tell,” Sam chimes in.
“Fuck, Iskra. That's a huge ask. When the others find out, there will be hell to pay,,” Purge says nervously.
“Do we need to worry about your father?” Sam asks pointedly.
“I don’t think so. Since they’re in hiding, I doubt they’ll be skulking about the Solomon place. They can’t exactly have eyes on us when they don’t know where the compound is.”
“Good. So, will you help us? Please?” I bat my eyes dramatically, sweeping him with a lusty gaze.
Purge groans. “Dammit, Iskra, I can’t tell you no.”
