Page 81 of Allegiance

“Wait. You want me to steal you a whole house in the middle of the morning? With literally no time to plan anything? No time to do recon?”

Tommy laughed.

“This should be fun,” he joked.

Gene agreed.

“Yeah, Rogue. You can steal jewelry, but can you steal a whole damn house where we commit atrocities?”

He sputtered.

“Fun? Not for me, it won’t be,” he said. “That sounds like it won’t be fun at all. Some of you have some sick ideas about what is fun, and what is a pain in the ass. Stealing is an art. You just don’t steal a house in an hour.”

Jinx held his hand and reassured him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll steal it with you,” she said. “We can both go and ‘borrow’ the home.”

When she winked at him, he suddenly felt a whole lot better, and not because two thieves had an easier time. They didn’t. It was because his wife would be by his side, and that was where he liked her.

“Uh, well, that does sound better,” he admitted, as she wiggled her eyebrows lecherously at him.

Jagger laughed.

Oh, they all knew why Rogue was good with it, and for one reason only.

Jinx got him all hot and bothered.

The Playboy was going to have his hands full.

Literally.

“Well, go find us a house that we can ‘borrow’, kill two cops in, and leave them to rot. That should keep you busy this morning.”

Tommy stopped laughing at the cop part.

“I really get queasy when you start killing cops. Can’t we give it a codename or something?”

Jagger got up, went to the wastepaper basket, and handed it to him.

“No. It is what it is. Use that for when you puke. Five cops are on the list, and they aren’t getting away. If they are helping people sell women, they don’t deserve mercy because they gave none to the victims.”

Okay, he had a point.

An eye for an eye, and in this case, he was behind them on it.

From beside his fiancé, Gene wanted to point something out.

“While you’re killing cops, what should the rest of us be doing?” he asked. “Playing cards? Tiddlywinks? What?”

That was easy.

They had to cover all of their bases.

“You’re going to research the modeling agencies,” Maura said. “If so inclined, go look at some pretty girls in skimpy clothes trying to become the next runway model, Gene.”

He took the wastepaper basket from Tommy and clutched it to his body.

“All those tits. Now I feel queasy.”

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