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“Come in it.”
“Kay.” Aurora’s voice is barely above a whisper.
“And then take you to get my face tattooed on it.”
“Bye, bye.” I fight back a snort and turn to walk away, but not before giving those arse cheeks a light tap each. “Stop. Sleep now...no more sex.”
“Fucking cute.” Walking out of the room, I keep the noise level down and exit after checking that my cameras are turned on and synced to my phone. Not that I’m leaving her alone—there are two men sitting downstairs in the lobby and one in the stairwell on this floor waiting for any signal of distress.
Callum’s already outside the penthouse door, leaning against a wall, mobile in hand, when I step out. His eyes are on the screen, a small smirk on his face. “Took you long enough, mate.”
“You consider this late?” His eyes snap up to mine at my reply, and I catch a glimpse of the picture on his phone’s screen right before he pockets the device. It’s of a woman. One my wife knows well, and while I’m curious as to its meaning, I’ll keep the questions to myself. “I can always head back inside and slip beneath the covers and violate—”
“Shut it,” Callum snaps and then shudders. Immature prick. “Aurora’s like a sister, you wanker. I don’t need to hear that shit.”
A chuckle escapes me and I pat my front pocket, checking for the extra magazine clip and my Karambit. I’m already strapped, guns in my holster, but the other two are for those just-in-case moments that happen from time to time.
I look forward to those instances. They make my job all the more interesting.
“Noted, and lead the way.”
“You told her where to meet Dad in case of...?”
“Gem knows everything.” There are no secrets between my wife and me. She’s aware of my every move, and I hers.
It’s an obsessive trait we both share and embrace.
My cousin nods and turns toward the elevator, pressing the button to go down and then pulls out a small remote. He turns the small device in his hand twice before tossing it at me. “This is for the cameras on this floor. You have them blocked, no?”
I nod, taking in the small key-fob-like gadget. It has three buttons with the larger of them being red and at the center. “The hotel’s security is circulating the feed from last night; I paid them handsomely for their discretion and compliance. Inside, though, my own devices are on. Everything is being recorded.”
Callum snorts, shaking his head when his phone pings. He doesn’t look at it, though. “Did this compliance come with a threat attached?”
“Would I be me if it didn’t?”
“Touche.” Looking back at me, he nods at the device still in my hand. “That will send you a direct feed of this door. Add it to the app dashboard that Ezra set up on your mobile... it’s my Valentine’s gift to you.”
“Very thoughtful, love.”
“Piss off.” His answer comes in the form of flipping me off a second before a ding announces the arrival of our lift. We step inside and head down toward the parking level attached to this building where the guards accompanying us wait inside of a black Range Rover with dark windows.
No one talks inside the SUV. He’s in his head and I attach the new security system to my app’s dashboard. It clicks on after a minute and the door to our suite flicks on, showing the lack of movement.
What Ezra did comes with a motion sensor, and I make sure it’s turned on before pocketing my mobile. The drive isn’t long to the dock. The view of the large port comes into focus, and Callum hands me a small stack of papers as the driver parks.
These two work for him. I don’t know them personally, but I’ve heard enough about the Collado brothers from Spain, and their bloody reputation suits my brother’s requirements; killers without a conscience who are loyal to those who pay, and well.
Once a contract is signed, nothing can break it.
“Read it and tell me what you see,” Callum says. His tone of voice is serious, more than I’ve ever heard before, and I nod. Right now, he’s not my younger cousin but a boss, and I respect this sudden change in demeanor.
Nothing will fuck up a job more than lack of focus.
Scanning the first sheet, I take in the artifact’s picture and the estimated worth on the black market. Those numbers are high, very high, and will attract two things: thieves and heightened security. Possibly Interpol.
The second sheet has the schematics of what section it will come in through and how many employees are on shift tonight. It’s delivery and removal from the freight will need manpower, even though the object itself is no bigger than a tall vase. However, they have this thing packed tight and inside multiple boxes and crates with foam padding covering every inch to avoid any sudden movements during transport.
The last, though, is the one that matters, in my opinion: the thief in question.
