"Getdressed,"Icommand, turning back to the monitors.
"Realgear.Shanebrought over a tactical bag forBianca—his wife—to keep at the clubhouse.It’llfit you better than those jeans."
"Hekeeps a spare set of gear for his wife here?"
"Shanedoesn't take risks with what's his.NeitherdoI."
Mygaze rakes over her as she shucks the leather cut, exposing the cream of her shoulders still marked by the red blossoms of my grip.
Shemoves with a frantic, lethal grace, stepping into the black cargo pants.Theair between us is still charged, thick with the scent of my cum and her honeyed slick.
Iwant to drag her back to the cot and bury my cock in her pussy until the sun comes up, but the red dot on my screen is a ticking clock.Iforce my eyes away, the hunger a physical ache in my gut asIpivot back to the monitors.
Idrop into the chair at the console.Myfingers fly across the mechanical keyboard.Thesharp clack of the switches provides the only necessary rhythm in the room.
Structuralblueprints of the mining facility populate the screen, detailing ventilation shafts, drainage pipes, and emergency exits.
Istart plotting the kill box.
Fabricrustles behind me.Kailais changing.Ikeep my eyes glued to the monitors, knowing one glance will completely derail my focus.IfIstop working,Kevindies.
"Daniel?"
"Yeah."
"Thankyou."
Myhands freeze, hovering over the keys.
"Don'tthank me yet,"Isay, keeping my gaze locked on the red dot representing her brother. "Thankme when theCostasbleed out in the snow."
Theheavy door to the loft buzzes.Theintercom crackles withLogan'sdeep gravel. "Tracker.Youdecent?"
Ipunch the comms button. "Definedecent."
"Weneed you in theChapel.Now.Austinsays the perimeter sensors are tripping."
Glancingover my shoulder,IwatchKailapull on a pair of black cargo pants and a thick thermal shirt.Shecompletely blends into the aesthetic of the club.
Kaila’schin lifts, a silent challenge in her eyes.Shegrips the obsidian stone tightly in her left hand.
"Comingdown,"Itell the intercom.
Igrab my sidearm and tuck it into the waistband of my jeans.Openingthe drawer again,Iretrieve a compactSigP365.
Icross the room and hold the weapon out to her.
"Doyou know how to use this?"
Sheaccepts the grip, drops the magazine, and checks the chamber.Clear.Sheracks the slide, clicking the safety off and then smoothly back on.Herpracticed movements flow without hesitation.
"Mydad was aMarinebefore hitting the bottle," she says quietly. "Hetaught me."
"Good."
Openingthe heavy steel door of the loft lets theClubhousenoise drift up the stairs.Bootsscuff against concrete.AV-twin engine fires up in the distant garage.Thesharp scent of burnt coffee rises from the common room pot.
"Staybehind me,"Iinstruct.