I glance around, but nobody’s paying a lick of attention to what I’m doing. Then again, why the hell would they? I’m just a little ol’ helpless woman.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I grab the phone and slip off the stool, heading down the hallway. When I spot an open door, I duck inside.
My heart pounds as I dial Trinity’s number from memory. It rings several times before going to her voicemail.
“Damn it,” I mutter, ending the call. I need to talk to someone who isn’t a King, someone who can give me an outside perspective on all of this club business bullshit.
Sighing, I pocket the phone and turn to leave, but stop in my tracks when I spot a laptop sitting on the corner of the desk. It’s closed, but there’s a power light glowing.
I bite my lip, glancing over my shoulder at the empty hallway.
Nobody will know if I take a quick peek inside. It’s not like they didn’t give me complete access in the vault. Although I’m not sure who they think they’re kidding. I know their version of ‘complete access’ is limited to what they’re allowing me to access.
Hurrying over, I slide into the chair and open the laptop. The screen comes to life, displaying a login page.
Password protected.
Of course, that’s never stopped me before.
I flex my fingers, a small smile playing on my lips.
I’ll just take a quick peek.
Chapter Fourteen
Bane
This can’t be fucking real. I lift the night vision binoculars and look through the magnified lenses again. I still can’t fucking believe what I’m seeing. The address Cyber gave us has led to the most nondescript, cookie-cutter two-story house on the planet. White siding, blue shutters, red door, and out in the middle of fucking nowhere.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think we were casing Beaver Cleaver’s second home in Florida. The armed guards patrolling the perimeter tell a different story, though.
“What do you want to do?” I ask, lowering the night goggles and glancing at my brother.
Tacoma’s eyes are sharp, calculating. That’s what makes him a good leader. He sees shit from angles that most men never can. My brother crouches down, and we all huddle closer.
“We gotta go on foot from here,” he says, his voice low. “Hit the house from all sides. We have to take out all the guards at once, and we have to be quiet about it. We don’t need whoever’s inside there,” he nods towards the house, “to know they’ve got company.”
We all nod in agreement as we synchronize our watches to ten minutes past midnight. That’s when we’ll make our move.
“You heard the man,” I grin, moving towards the south end of the property. “Let’s go.”
I stay low, creeping through the shadows. Once I’m in place, I check my watch and start counting down.
Twenty-nine.
Twenty-eight.
The seconds tick by slowly with me on the balls of my feet, ready to pounce.
Two.
One.
Now.
The guard walking patrol never sees me coming. With a hard twist, I snap his neck with a sickening crunch. His lifeless body drops to the ground, and I quickly drag it into the brush, away from where anyone might find him.
“Clear,” Bash’s voice crackles through the coms.
