Page 114 of Sinful Secrets

She finishes making their drinks before handing me a tray and grabbing the other.

We make our way back to the Reapers and distribute their drinks. She gives them a smile and a nod.

The men noticeably relax in their seats.

Was she sent to make sure I’m clean and not a spy? What would have happened if I told her the truth?

My heart races in my chest as I’m gestured to take the seat in the corner of the room. “I’m sorry, but shouldn’t I be working the party?”

The man closest to me chuckles. “No, you are working for our party and only for our party now. Have a seat and when we want or need something, then you can get it. Do you understand?”

I glance around at the other men. Desire and lust swirl in their eyes.

What exactly are they going to be needing from me?

Not wanting to upset the man, I nod and quietly say, “Yes, sir. I understand.”

I sit down and try to look professional.

Fuck, Francesca. Where are you and what have you gotten me in the middle of?

The man closest to me clears his throat.

“Now, as we were saying, there is a fully stocked cargo ship coming into port tomorrow night. Arturo Marino is the intended receiver. I have received intelligence that there will be over four million dollars’ worth of product on board.”

Several men whistle while laughing with one another.

I clench my teeth together while pretending to not be affected by their conversation.

This is the information Francesca was hoping for.

Another man takes over the conversation. “The plan is for us to hack into their system and divert the cargo ship to another port.”

A third man interrupts. “Actually, that has already happened. The cargo ship will now dock at the East Coast terminal around eleven forty-five tomorrow night.”

The second man nods. “Great work, John. We will all meet up with the client around eleven thirty and ensure the product makes it to land. They are giving us the four million as soon as the product is verified, so we all need to make it quick. In and out..”

Their plan is to steal the product to sell to another client? Who has four million dollars lying around and the capacity to haul that much product through the city?

It’s a good thing Spencer and the team are coming home tonight, but they need to know about this now.

Yelling and screaming comes from the main party area, cutting off their conversation.

“What the hell?” The man closest to me stands and looks toward the doorway. Glass shatters and something slams into the wall behind me, causing me to let out a tiny yelp.

The guys stand and run toward the party. The women follow them out of the room.

Now is my chance to get away.

I slip out with the women as Emily is yelling for me. “Savannah, where are you going? It’s not safe out there.”

Sticking to the outside walls, I head back to the kitchen, hoping I can find Francesca, but she isn’t here.

Against my better judgment, I head back into the party.

“Son of a bitch, where are you, Francesca?” I mumble to myself.

A man points toward the front door. “There’s the bitch.”

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