Page 120 of G.O.D.S Omnibus
“We’re about to brief.”
I nod and grab my purse, slipping my phone and lipstick inside, and follow Brennan down the stairs. All of them are dressed in suits, their hair slicked back, and I even notice the expensive watches they wear. The kitchen bench is covered in a variety of weapons. While it momentarily shocks me, I don’t know why I’m so surprised—it’s not like I expected them to go unarmed, and I have seen them all carry before.
“Jolie, this is for you,” Chester says, holding out a diamond bracelet. “It has a GPS tracker inside. We also have a fake perfume that’s actually mace, so be careful. Here is a lipstick that flips up into a knife and a fake ID.”
He hands them to me carefully, and I put them into my purse. Once everyone has their weapons of choice, the bench is cleared, and Brennan places a blueprint down on the table.
“Jolie, your mark will be in the bar. Your job is to keep him preoccupied while we’re upstairs searching his room.”
“Wait, you’re trying to tell me it’s going to take the five of you to break into one room?” I give them a mocking glare and roll my eyes. “Kai is more than capable of doing that by himself.”
“We were instructed to go in as a team. I will memorise all the documents once Kai gets us in,” Brennan says, then Kai chimes in.
“Creed and Chester are the muscle in case we get our asses caught, and Trace will be outside in a van scanning the surveillance tapes for any faces he recognises.”
“Fair enough. Do we have a picture of the guy I have to entertain?” I say, wiggling my brows.
“You don’t have to fuck him, Little Angel, just keep him interested, but above all else, keep him at that bar. We will need half an hour, tops.”
“That I can do,” I say with a small nod.
Brennan sifts through a file on the table next to him and hands me a photo of my mark. He’s fairly attractive, for a guy most likely in his forties. Everyone starts to move around the room, and I hand Brennan back the photo.
“His name is Martin Simpson. He’s an extremely wealthy man, but I can’t stress enough that you do not leave that bar with him. He is associated with some very bad things and wouldn’t miss an opportunity to exploit you.”
“What’s he into?”
Brennan sighs. “Young girls. He runs a very exclusive escort business. Men with particular tastes in minors seek him out.”
“Are you going to kill him?”
“Not today,” he mutters. “We need to follow him and make sure that all the girls are safe. Mr Z has only just come onto this case, so we have to gather all the intel we can. With you not having much training, he will probably just send one of hisother teams in to finish the job. I’m not sure you’re ready to kill anyone.”
“Is that something I will have to do?”
I don’t know if I’m a killer. I want to be. I want to watch the life drain from Mr Z’s face, but imagining it and reality are very different things. Maybe it’s something that was programmed into me, like a light will flicker on and I’ll go into killer mode.
“Nope, that’s what you have us for,” Kai says, kissing my cheek. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
We all double check that we have everything we need and head outside. The guys all pile into the van and I jump into the front. Trace is already buckled into the driver’s seat, keys in hand. He looks over and gives me a tight smile. “I think we need to talk,” he says, and I nod.
We need to hash this out. I have lost so damn much, and I can’t lose him. Before this, I was willing to take out anyone in my way to find him. Even with all the secrets, he might be my best bet for finding out the ones they’re now keeping.
The sun has long since set as we drive into the city. The lights from the buildings shine brightly like stars, illuminating everything around us. I will never tire of the beauty that the city offers.
Trace takes an unexpected turn and pulls the van over into a side alley. Everyone piles out, including Trace, and I follow suit. Brennan hands everyone a small, clear, rubber-type earpiece and we all put them in. It’s a little uncomfortable but extremely necessary so we can all be in contact with each other if need be.
The guys waste no time and walk towards the building. Trace reaches out and grabs my hand, stopping me in my tracks, and I turn back to face him. “Please be careful. I can’t lose you again.”
“You can’t lose something that’s already lost,” I tell him sadly, slipping my hand from his.
As badly as I want things to go back to the way they were between us, that girl is nothing but a memory. I’m not her anymore. While I keep promising myself that I will talk to him and hear him out, the betrayal is still too strong, and snapping at him just comes naturally.
Walking out of the alley, I survey my surroundings, but I don’t look back. I don’t think I can handle whatever emotions are displayed on his face.
All the guys are already positioned inside, so I open the large glass door and immediately see the sign for the bar. Making my way inside, I scan the room, noting all the exits; old habits die hard. I do another once-over of the interior space, observing that none of the guys are visible.
“Your mark is at the bar. Go up and order something girly,” Trace says through my earpiece.
