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“No, the quill pen in my suit pocket,” Percy interrupts me. “That’s a drive, you have to plug it into my compute and then you need me to activate it. Biometrics, my eye and finger.”

I nod before walking inside to locate the pen. It takes me a few minutes to figure out how to open it and that’s when I call Diesel to get clearance to proceed with it.

“My advice? Be ready to run, just in case it sends out a beacon of some sort,” he tells us, running through worst case scenarios.

“Okay, give us about an hour to get things loaded up and then I’ll give it a whirl,” I reply before hanging up.

Timber joins me at my kit and I hand him a syringe. “Give this to the driver in about twenty minutes, then get him secured in the drawer under my truck bed. Clean house, I’m going to go put out the fire.”

Grabbing an oversized duffle bag and the fire extinguisher from the small kitchen, I head outside to wrap up the remains. Only looking up when Timber comes out to bring Percy back inside, telling me that he’s ready on his end.

While this job is more rushed than I prefer them to be, we luckily had a secondary location prepared. Even if any trace of our crimes are found in the original cabin, we have a six hour drive ahead of us before we continue our little spree.

After Diesel confirms that he has access to the drive, I make quick work of removing Percy’s eye and finger before Timber loads him into the second drawer.

“What’s your plan for him?” he asks as I use a different syringe to give Percy a shot.

“Oh, that one wasn’t a sedative,” I answer with a shrug. “That was Boomslang venom. He’s about to have the worst ride of his life.”

“What the fuck is a Boomslang?”

“Daylight’s burning, let’s get on the road,” I reply, getting into my truck and giving him a shooing motion to head toward the Navigator. “I’ll tell you when we’re burying his body tonight.”

Chapter 4

Talia

“Are you sure about this?” Rick asks, needlessly helping me into his truck.

My glare is the only response I give him. The chuckle from the back seat startles me and I move faster than my body is capable of right now, bringing a groan from me when I see eyes so much like my own staring back at me.

“Well then, you get to be our designated driver,” he says when he climbs behind the wheel. “Now, don’t get pissed at me, but Tanner wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer when he heard about the party.”

“Momma’s gonna kill you,” I tell him, slowly turning back around in my seat and clicking my belt into place. “Both of you.”

“Come on! This is going to be epic!” Tanner’s excitement pulls a grin from me. “Just don’t tell the parents. I mentioned that some of my buddies were going camping. So, they probably think that’s where I am.”

“I will omit. I will not lie,” Rick and I respond in unison with a pledge we started as kids, and the three of us laugh, remembering all the times we covered for each other.

*

Pulling up to the new gate, I’m not surprised to see that the party has kicked off. It’s barely ten, but music is blasting from speakers as others finish setting up makeshift bars in the front yard.

As if on cue, Timber walks through the entrance to the clubhouse and the man behind him slaps him on the back before pointing in our direction.

“Tanner,” I call his name as he slides out of the backseat. “This is a marathon, not a sprint. Keep eating and drinking water in between whatever else you do. If a sign says that an area is ‘off limits’, it is completely off limits. It’s not like the janitor’s closet in high school, understood?”

The cocky grin he gives me, along with a nod, does not ease my worries, but Tarak is nearly at the truck, so I push that away for now.

“I missed you.” Are the first words out of his mouth as he’s opening my door.

“Me too,” I reply, just as his lips hit mine. Within seconds, my back is pinned to the frame and my legs are wrapped around his hips. His hard cock is pressed against my stomach, reinforcing his words.

Moaning against his mouth, I lean forward, following him when he breaks off the kiss and looks worried.

“You okay? Was I too rough?” he asks me, letting out a low groan as I move my lips down along his neck. “How are you feeling?”

“No. God, I missed your …”

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