Page 24 of Devil’s Disciples

“The image will forever be burned into my memory,” Tito said.

“Of the fireball?” Cash asked.

“No,” Tito replied. “Of Goose trying to get that gauze taped to his bleeding nut sack.”

I let out a laugh. “We’ll need to plan this one a little better.”

“Maybe get the Ghost to take the Ducati to the other end of town and ride some wheelies through a few yards,” Cash suggested. “That’ll get the cop’s attention.”

I glanced at my watch and then walked to the window. “Ghost is our driver. He’s not doing stunts as a diversion.”

“I was just saying--”

I raised my index finger.

Cash stopped speaking mid-sentence. I peered down at the lamppost. Andy hadn’t made it to work. I closed my eyes. As Sky Ferreira’s Easy began to play, it dawned on me that since Andy and I had sex, my headaches had been kept at bay.

Cash may have been right when he mentioned masturbation as therapy, but I wasn’t about to let him know it.

When the song ended, I opened my eyes. Andy’s bike was chained to the post. I grinned, and then turned around.

“From the time we cut the power until we’re loaded, how much time?” I asked.

“Ten minutes,” Tito said.

“Not fifteen, or twelve?”

He shook his head. “It’ll take one minute to get in. Four to penetrate the vault. Two to load everything. Three to get it humped up the ladder. Ten.”

I raked my fingers through my hair. “Eight?”

“Ten,” he said flatly. “Maybe nine. Depends on contents and weight. Not eight. Definitely not eleven.”

I gave a slow nod. “The jewelry shop is on Main Street, but it’s not in the path for access or egress to or from the highway. I’ll have Reno blow up something on the other end of town as soon as we cut power. Any cops coming or going to the site of the explosion won’t drive past us. A nine-minute response time will get us out of there just in time.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Tito said.

Cash clapped his hands together. “I can’t wait to see what this fucker has in his vault.”

I, on the other hand, couldn’t wait to feel my cock sliding in and out of Andy’s tight little pussy one more time. I tilted my head from side-to-side and popped my neck. “Alright. I’ve got some shit to do. We’ll discuss this further on Wednesday.”

For once, I was more concerned with getting fucked than I was with planning a job. Normally, I would find the change in my demeanor alarming.

Considering how Andy’s pussy felt when it was clenching my stiff dick, I viewed it differently.

It was migraine therapy, and nothing more.

8

Andy

My cousin, Holly, stood in the center of the kitchen with her eyes bulging. Her reaction to Baker and I having sex wasn’t at all what I expected.

I counted my steps as I cut through the silence.

One. Two. Three.

“No. You. Didn’t!” She spat each word out as if it tasted awful.