“What the actual fuck,” Hana blurts as Freya rejoins us. “That was insane!”
“Okay, I don’t have to actually hack the iPhone,” Freya grins. She taps her head. “Just social engineering, baby.”
“I stand corrected,” Hana laughs. “You did tell me so.”
Freya winks. “Drink up, ladies. We should probably get out of here, seeing how I just committed a felony.”
We spill out into the streets of K-town laughing our asses off. I’m still just pleasantly buzzed, but the other two are definitely well into drunk territory, and it’s hilarious.
“Wait-wait-wait,” Hana says, shaking her head. “We didn’t do your special talent!”
I wave her off, shaking my head. “Nah, I’m…whatever.”
“Bullshit,” Freya snickers. “She’s a master thief.”
Hana eyes me. “So I’ve heard, to be honest. Like…how master are we talking?”
“The best!” Freya shrieks. “Absolutely the best.”
I roll my eyes. “Stop. Let’s get a cab.”
They ignore me.
“Like jewelry and shit?” Hana asks.
“And paintings, and cars,” Freya giggles.
“Prove it.”
The three of us go quiet. Hana smiles coyly as she glances at me. “C’mon, master thief. Prove it.”
I shake my head. “Come on. Let’s go find food somewhere?—”
“Prove it, Anni,” Freya giggles, egging me on.
God damn, she knows how to push my buttons.
Fuck it.
I’m just buzzed enough to decide bad ideas are okay ideas. So when I turn and my eyes land on the Bugatti parked down the street, my lips curl dangerously.
Hana sees where I’m looking and goes still.
“No fucking way,” she grins, a little nervously, turning back to me.
I just arch my brows as I glance at them, my pulse racing with the thrill of the impending take. “In or out?”
“Oh shiiit,” Hana laughs. “You don’t fuck around, do you?”
“I’m just saying out loud that this is a super bad idea,” Freya giggles. “But fuck yeah, I’m in. Ride or die, bitch.”
I turn to grin at Kenzo’s sister. “Hana?”
She smirks as she arches a perfect brow at me. “I’m going to enjoy being related to you, aren’t I?”
“If I don’t get you killed? Probably.”
She grins. “Let’s fucking do this.”