Just as I’m aware of his usual reply.
But I don’t send it right away. Giovanni Bianchi is a busy man. He loves his sister, but he wouldn’t be able to immediately reply. However, he wouldn’t let her message go unanswered for long, either.
I glance at the clock, giving it two minutes.
“So she knows something’s up?” Noah demands. “I thought you said this plan was flawless.”
“Itisflawless,” I promise him. “I’ve thought through every potential play, including this one. We’re fine. Just calm your dragon fire and let me work.”
Noah mutters something about stabbing me with a spoon and stalks over to the bar.
I ignore him. He knows better than to fix a drink right now. Our prey’s life will be in his hands when he goes to pick her up.
Something that’s exquisitely dangerous, given his profession of choice.
But I know he won’t hurt our little hacker. Not… permanently, anyway.
Noah’s proclivities are darker than mine, his penchant for pain something I’ve enjoyed watching more than experiencing.
Of course, Laz takes it all to a whole new level.
I’ve played separately with both of them. Normally, we all prefer to put a woman between us. Or we used to, anyway. Before finding Lark.
However, even then, Laz and Noah have never shared anyone before. I don’t think there’s a soul in this world who could handle group play with the pair of them.
Though, I’m hopeful that the one I’m currently messaging might be up for the task.
My sweet little black hat.
Lark.
That’s not her real name, but I rather like it. So I’ve taken to referring to her as such.
Except, I use a completely different nickname now as I type,Chill, honey pot, or the wasps will come out to sting.
I give it another thirty seconds before I hit Send.
Which is just enough time for Noah to come up behind me and read it over my shoulder. “Honey pot?”
“It’s what Giovanni calls her. I assume it has something to do with her scent.” A thought that nearly has my knot throbbing to life.
I’ve fantasized about her scent since the moment I discovered her existence on the dark web. That she ended up being the daughter of a business rival was just the icing on the cake.
“Honey-flavored pussy,” Noah says slowly. “Fuck. Yes.” He plops into the executive chair beside me. “God, I’m hard, and I haven’t even gone to pick her up yet.”
I snort. “Pretty sure you’re always hard.”
He lifts a shoulder. “I’m an alpha in my prime. Comes with the territory.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to argue that point, but I’m distracted by the ping of an incoming message.I can’t believe you didn’t even give me twelve hours to book my own flight, Gio. I don’t need the family jet. I’ll fly commercial.
My eyebrow wings upward. I’ve studied Giovanni’s communication style for years, not just because of his ties to our little hacker, but because of his business dealings.
Bianchis do not fly commercial, Aura,I type, doing my best to assert dominance while also being somewhat soft by using his other nickname for her—which is basically a misspelling of Aurora.And the matter is urgent,I add.You know I wouldn’t be asking this of you if I didn’t have to.
Little dots appear as she begins to respond. Then they vanish. This happens three more times before the screen goes dark.
So I tap out another message.Noah will be there in fifteen minutes. I suggest you be ready.
