Page 121 of More Tricks

“Calm down, shortcake,” I said, waving the envelope. “We got a surprise delivered. Sprocket and I were just making sure it was all clear. Last thing we need is another bomb making us homeless.”

Dax crawled forward and snatched the envelope right out of my hand. “Too soon, Westly, too soon.”

Sprocket flipped on the lights, making everyone mutter and swear at the sudden brightness.

“Shit, man, a little warning next time would be nice,” Eagle snapped.

It took them a moment, but they seemed to realize something had happened. Apparently, they’d all lost their brain power after sex. Dax read over everything, then read it again before looking up at us. “Is this true?”

“That’s what I plan to look into tomorrow. If it is, then this job got a whole lot easier but far more complicated,” I answered.

“We knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but if what these papers say are true, then it solves one part of this we hadn’t figured out,” she mused, handing over the papers to Cognac. “Does this mean we need to change the whole approach? Is the fight still necessary?”

“It will be even more important,” Cam interjected. “If the plan is to put the Italians in power, we need a reason for them all to be in New York without building suspicion. Everyone who's anyone is getting an invite. We just need to make sure those who can be trusted are informed.”

Glancing at the clock, I flinched, seeing it was two hours away from sunrise. “Let’s get some sleep, and we’ll deal with this after I’ve had a chance to do some fact-checking.”

Everyone nodded and while Cognac’s bed was big enough for us all to fuck on, it wasn’t to sleep on. Plus, we kind of made a mess out of it. I'm not sure anyone would want to sleep on it.

“Where’re you sleeping, little demon?” Void asked, brushing a hand down her arm.

She looked at me, then Cognac. “Wherever those two land, they were the only ones who didn’t get their happy ending.”

The guys snickered, but Picasso slapped Cognac on the back. “You three take my room in the loft, it’s big enough for the three of you, and I’ll take Weston’s bed.”

Cam leaned forward, invading Picasso’s personal bubble. “Does that mean I get to cuddle with you like I do dearest Westly?”

Picasso rolled his eyes and shoved the man off the bed. “You could try, but I can’t guarantee you’ll have all your body parts if you do.”

“So cruel,” Cam gasped with mock hurt. “Seems I will be once more relegated to the air mattress.”

“You could sleep here if you don’t mind rolling around in everyone’s cum,” Dax pointed out with a smirk. “I find it to be rather enjoyable.”

Cam gave her a droll look. “If you were still going to be in this bed, then I might consider it. Otherwise, I feel like we might as well just get a whole new bed at this point. Not sure it can be saved. Silk is horrid material to get stains out of.”

We all laughed, hearing a bit of Dante in those words. “Come on, shortcake, let’s try and get some sleep. Seems we have a coup to organize.”

Sleep came quickly as the three of us flopped onto Picasso’s bed. Once I rolled onto my back with Dax using my chest as a pillow and Cognac’s head on her ass, we conked out. When I opened my eyes, the sun was well up into the sky, flooding the room with light.

It was the perfect spot for an artist, so it made sense why Picasso converted it.

Dax was sprawled over my chest, drool seeping out of the side of her mouth, but she was too cute to be mad at. I combed my fingers through her hair, surprised she’d gone so long without cutting or coloring it. It fell just past her shoulders and normally, it was shorter with lots of choppy layers that gave her that grungy look. Personally, I had no feelings about how she wore it. Whatever made her happy was fine by me.

Maybe it would be a good idea for her, Tilly, and Dani to go have a girls’ day or something. I knew she’d be doing the fight when we got to New York, so getting her nails done wouldn’t be that big of a deal. I just knew she cut it short so people didn’t have much to grab on to when they attacked her. Not that it happened much these days, most people knew better than to piss her off.

She stirred under my touch, humming as her hand pulled me closer to her. Smiling, I just enjoyed the moment of her being so vulnerable and not weighed down by all that was happening. This had to come to an end. Once we dealt with Diego, it would be time to hunt down Marco. Cam and I talked a bit about that part of this, knowing he had far more information with his connection to the FBI. Hell, I didn’t even know if I should have been looking out for the guy in the first place. Marco was like the monster under your bed you heard people talk about but didn’t really believe would be there. Then one night, he reaches out and grabs your ankle, making his presence known.

“Hey,” Dax whispered, followed by soft kisses pressed to my skin. “What has you making that face?”

Frowning, I looked down at her. “What face?”

“That one,” she said, poking my forehead. “It's the one you make when you realize you might have missed something that could put me in danger.”

“Oh really,” I murmured, cocking an eyebrow as I stroked my hand over her hair again. “I have a face just for that situation?”

“Yup,” she commented, popping the P. “It’s been happening a lot more lately, but it’s one I’ve seen over the years. Took me a bit to figure out, but when I put the situations together, it made sense.”

“Hmph,” I grunted, not at all surprised she could read me so well. After how long we’d been around each other, you learned their tells. “So, when are you going to tell them you’re not really going to marry them?”