Rex told me her and Regina were still planning to take them down, and I won’t underestimate her trying to sneak away from here to fulfil it.
When I walked her back to her room, I made sure Holly took guard in the hallway. Thankfully the little shit didn’t try to pull a fast one.
Dawson’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. “You’re in.”
He pushes back from the computer, turning the screen for me to see.
I nod. “How long do we have?”
We’ve managed to uncover another event Omnia is hosting; this one is directly at the Montgomery manor.
And unlike last time, I’ll be attending as a ‘guest’.
“Two weeks. Gives you plenty of time to work out how the fuck you’re gonna change your appearance.”
I huff a laugh. I’ve never had to wear a disguise; the clothes and hair won’t be so hard to figure out, but the tattoos?
They’re basically a fucking beacon for me.
“Maybe the girls brought some of that face shit you could borrow?” Rex chimes in, and I flick a pen at him as he cackles.
Dawson turns the screen back to him. “No, he’ll need something more robust. I’ll ask Shona what she’s got handy.”
Shona is ex-FBI; my dad found her when he was looking for a private investigator.
She’s also a fucking expert in everything undercover. We’ve not had to venture into that part for years, but I’ll never doubt her skills.
Never doubt any of the souls that work for me.
My fingers rub the tension against my forehead. I’m more stressed about the fucking get-up than I am at infiltrating an Omnia event alone.
Dawson peeks over the screen. “You get a plus one, by the way. Sure you don’t want to join, Rex? Just in case I need to make a double order for you.”
When I glance at Rex, that earlier humour in him is gone.
“Not a good idea.”
Rex is just as invested in this as me, but where I’ve had almost sixteen years at working on this, he’s had less than half that.
His inability to not tear a place to shreds is what keeps him in the background, and I know the minute he steps foot in that place, he’s bringing the fucking walls down.
We can’t risk it, because this could be our one and only chance for what we need.
“What about you, Dawson? Not fancy getting out to stretch your legs, mate?” I tease him.
He’s a veteran, and almost ten years my senior. He’s a hound behind a screen, the very core that keeps my operation running. He allows us to gather information that would otherwise be fucking impossible to get.
He scoffs. “Who the fuck’s going to be able to keep an eye on you when you’re in there? I’ll only step foot in there if shit goes south.”
We’ve got other people who could hold the fort if he did, but no one does it quite like Dawson.
“In where?” sounds the voice that holds my blacked heart from behind me; it grips the back of my neck, demanding my full attention.
I look over my shoulder to see Indie and Regina have somehow managed to sneak in the room unnoticed.
Indie cocks a challenging brow, and fuck does it run heat down the length of my dick.
She was so shy during our teenage years, and whilst I eventually made her feral behind closed doors, she was never like this in front of anyone.
