Page 44 of Infiltrated

“Fucking vampires.”-Charlie

Pixie

The menblinked and I had to hold back a laugh. Tech Ellie was scary Ellie. I’m not sure what was worse: the vigilante or the techie. Either way, they were fucked.

“We're gonna let them know, why?” I interrupted her busy hands while they prepped their tracker injectors. I swear this girl has no tact sometimes.

“Oh, okay. I guess. Like they have a choice,” she muttered, and I had to hide my smile behind my hand.

“This is just in case that our bond cannot track you, then we will always have access to tech at least in varying degrees so we can track you that way. Ellie invented these, they aren’t normal trackers. They are infused by magick so they cannot be destroyed by our practices, but overall they are very reliable and can't be hacked. Only we will have access. You can see, your phones and your new computers and tablets in front of you, will be able to track the ones in Ellie’s and mine already. These other trackers will automatically download to your system once installed.”

“We didn’t realize the computers and tablets were ours, okay, uh, is there ever a case where the bond cannot at least tell a general direction? Do we really need these?” Luca said uncomfortably while looking at Ellie, putting on gloves and practicing her mad scientist laugh.

“Ellie, stop laughing, asshole,” I reprimanded her before the guys peed their pants.

She pouted. I rolled my eyes.

“You never know and we don’t really dabble in unknown variables when it comes to safety. You are our bonded, we will need to protect each other. This just makes it easier. Just go with it.” I cringed while Ellie now tried to make her hair stand on edge. I rubbed my face, and grimaced.

She was scaring the shit out of Luca who didn’t look like he liked needles. Etienne was trying to hold back his laughter and failing, Dimitri looked oddly turned on, and Dante was comparing the syringe to his dick through his pants. Completely different personalities, yet, they all melded well. I wasn’t kidding yesterday when I said loving them was so easy. They were just all a different version of perfect. When we were together, it worked. Before Dante actually took his dick out, I stood and took the syringe from his hands and nipped his pouted lips, and shook my head. It was a huge syringe but I think Ellie did it because it looked scary.

“I was using that!” he said indignantly. Luca eyed Ellie warily as she walked around with a prepped syringe, laughing maniacally in quiet tones. I rolled my eyes at all of them. My eyes were going to be stuck at the top of my brain at this rate.

“No sweetie, you weren’t, shush. Anyways, it doesn’t hurt. But it does have a noticeable bump. We hide ours under our tattoos, so we can do yours behind your ears if you want or we can get you guys tatted today. We have a guy with his own shop that works security three days a week, and does all of our work living downstairs. Up to you.”

“Oo! I vote tattoos! I would love to get more ink! That sounds like a plan. We can watch movies tonight, and I will call my guys to get us set up to get tattoos as a group before we leave to infiltrate shit. We can heal each other after so they don’t hurt.” Ellie starts to clap and almost drops the syringe. Dweeb. I love her. I hear the genuine excitement in her voice at the idea of a night-off and just hanging out, getting to know each other more. The men can tell too if the smiles on their faces were any indication. I knew she was freaking out about the love comment but I liked to observe, Etienne and I have that in common, and I knew she felt for them. The bond will tug us together regardless, love may come naturally but the bond will punch us in the heart until we are fully immersed in it. I’m not mad about it though. You try being bonded to a Liam Hemsworth, Dean Winchester and Damon Salvatore look-alikes, and add a freaking Latin novella star, and try to hold back. Half the time, I had to stop myself from calling them by their doppelgänger names.

“I’m thinking we can shower after this and start with a Hunger Games marathon? Maybe watch a few episodes of Supernatural and Vampire Diaries?” Ellie smiled at my suggestion. I could tell she fought between wanting to train and wanting to have fun for the rest of the day.

“Ellie, we can train nonstop in the next few weeks, let's enjoy the time we have, to really hang out.”

She sighed. “Fine. Now who’s first!” She laughed and jumped onto a chair. I shook my head and turned back to my computer.

Charlie

The men rubbedtheir tracker spots as we made our way up the stairs to shower off our training from earlier. Luca and Dante opted for their chest, Etienne preferred his back, and Dimitri wanted his shoulder implanted. Seeing as how they were hiding their excitement about getting tattooed, I’m sure it had to do with their preferred spot to get their ink. I don’t know how they helped themselves for this long. Ink was addictive and there were so many possibilities. I was super stoked. I haven’t really had a day of just hanging out in a few weeks so the chance to do it with them and have a movie marathon was exciting. The men all went to their rooms to shower while Pix and I went to our room.

I sent a text to our tattoo-slash-security guard, Louie, to see if he could come up with his equipment in a few weeks. He responded quickly, asking us for details and when I told him it was six of us, he called me instead.

“Ms. Ellie, I can do you one better. I can come by, close up the shop, and bring the entire crew by.”

“Oh Louie, you are such a sweetie, that would be amazing. Are you sure you guys are okay with that? I don’t want to stop any business.”

“Nah, you know we would do anything for you, besides you know, we can always move things around for later, depending on how much work we do,” he said sweetly.

“Well, Pix and I will order you all some food, you know the protocols, I'll let you all in when you get to the penthouse. Send me names and account numbers, I’ll wire the payments to you all. I’ll see you gentlemen then,” I said giddily as I disconnected the call and jumped in the shower, overwhelmed with excitement. I told Pixie and she pretty much ran around the room. That girl is quiet but she loves herself some ink.

Tryingto focus on the night in, we took a little extra time to blow-out our hair before we slipped on some regular tight yoga pants, a tee, and some fluffy socks.

It was time for some real bonded time.

We walked out into the living room to set up the television while the guys came out of their rooms. After popping popcorn and grabbing wine, Pixie and I got comfortable under a big blanket, right as the boys swaggered into the living room with gray sweats and nothing else. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes when my inner hussy tried to come out to play.

“This isn't going to work for me!” Dimitri announced, striding over to the couch and picking me up to sit me on his lap.

“Fantastic idea, Vampire man.” Dante chuckled, walking over to dump Pixie on this lap. Luca chuckled and sat next to Dante, prying Pixie from his arms and settling her between them, Etienne following suit with Dimitri and I.

I laughed. “Okay, are we all set? What are we watching first? Vampire shit, Hunger Games?”

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