Page 27 of Knot a Thief

Ava

After leaving Garrett and America behind, I choose to live in Majorca, specifically S’Arenal. As it’s the perfect place to hide away, rather than in the more obvious town of Palma.

It was also because Seb had an apartment here and I stalked him while I was deciding if he would be my perfect right-hand man.

He was.

Not only his nerdy hacking skills, but him, too.

And then I fell in love with the place, bought a boat, and somewhere along the way I fell in love with Seb, too, and he moved in with me.

We’ve been together ever since.

I don’t care that he’s a beta. I love his cute accent, and he treats me better than anyone has ever done before.

“How’s your leg?” Seb asks as I rub my fingertips over the small red bump the anti-scent vaccine always leaves me with.

I don’t tell Seb, but I also have the injections for his sake.

Of course, I don’t want an alpha smelling my perfume and thinking he can claim me as his. But deep down, I know each time I mask my scent, Seb visibly relaxes.

“It’s fine,” I say, flicking through the first file that he was given in Palma. “Getting on and off an island is going to be a nightmare.”

“I agree, but the pay-off is fantastic.” He looks over the rim of his black glasses at me. “It’ll set us up. We could take years off and adopt a child.”

I know Seb wants children, or I think he does. Maybe he thinks because I’m an omega, that it’s me who does.

“We’d be crap parents,” I say and laugh. “We live on a boat, for starters.”

“We could buy a villa in the north of the island. It’s beautiful up there and less touristy.”

“We like hiding out among the tourists. Safety in numbers, remember?”

He sighs. “We can talk about it another time.” He taps the paper on the small table between us. “Let’s go over the details and decide if this job is a yes or a no.”

There’s something about going to an island I know is protected by security that is second to none, but also the home to the secret family, the DuPont’s.

“Our contact, Silas, believes the security is more relaxed on the day after a public showing,” Seb states as I sip on my latte at a bistro in the town of S’Arenal while we gaze at the tourists tanning their bodies on the beach.

“How do they know that information? I mean, if nobody but the DuPont’s are on the island the next day, how can anyone know?”

Seb smiles. “They got the information from a former security personnel.”

I turn to look inside the bistro. My eyes scan the open refrigerator. “I need to eat. Do you want breakfast before we work on the files?” I ask.

“We’ll eat after. We need to go over everything before the cafe gets busy.”

I nod, contemplating Seb’s words as the warm sun casts its golden glow on our faces as thoughts of infiltrating the heavily guarded island, home to the mysterious DuPont family and their priceless treasures, sets my pulse racing.

“We already know the DuPont’s open the museum up to the public. I don’t know why. It’s not like they need the money. The family is rumored to be the richest in the world.” Seb can find out virtually anything by using his super hacking skills.

“Ego,” I state. “It’s very alpha-like to want the world to know what you have.”

“And we could take a slice of it away with us,” Seb says, with a hint of mischief. “They also have a collection of blue and pink diamonds which we could sell.”

Pink diamonds. The words make me shiver. “There’s only one pink diamond I want to steal. And I’ll take it when I’m ready.”

Seb eyes me suspiciously. “I thought you were over that.”

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