Page 44 of Last One Standing
“How do I look?” Four spun around in a circle. He looked about ten years older with a salt-and-pepper-colored wig and boring casual wear that would have him blending right in. Kona was able to give him facial hair and bushier eyebrows too.
“If I didn’t know you, I…well, I wouldn’t know you.” Nick chuckled.
“Okay, show starts in an hour, so you’ll want to get going. You’ll sit at the bar since you’re alone, and Leo told Pika that’s often where single reservations go. Kona said the money is in their dressing room. Go into the closet and lift the bottom left portion of the rug. There will be a loose floorboard. In there is a black bag. Once in hand, you’re going to go out the rear exit. Shep and Gabe will be with you in the car and will park by there. When you have that bag, you must move fast. People will notice you running out with it.” I went over everything again, and while Four didn’t roll his eyes, I could tell he was annoyed.
“I got it, Angel. I’ll be fine.”
“Here.” Nick handed him a tiny-as-fuck earpiece. “Put this in. It won’t get stuck; it has a magnet, so I’ll use this to pull it out when you’re done.” He held up a small instrument that looked like a Q-tip. “You’ll be able to hear us, Shep, and Gabe. This”—Nick tapped on a small button on his black shirt—“is your microphone. We won’t be able to see you through anything you have on, but I’m not worried about it because…” He motioned to Noel.
“I was able to hack into the club’s cameras, so we can watch you on those.” He beamed.
“Wow, you two are incredible.” Kona patted Noel on the shoulder and smiled at Nick.
A small tendril of maybe jealousy glided through my chest, but I pushed it away. “Great, so you’re all set. You gotta go.”
Four didn’t hesitate; he walked out the front door with Gabe and Shep. They would park half a block from the club, then drive to the back for pickup.
Noel grabbed his laptop and sat on the couch while Nick did the same on the opposite one. They were typing away. “I’ll send the camera feed to you all so you can watch,” Noel said.
“Why not just put it on the TV?” JJ pointed to the huge television in the living room that we’d used many times.
“I can do that; I just wasn’t sure you were all staying in here.” He shrugged.
“What the fuck else do we have to do?” I snapped and sat heavily in the love seat.
I was surprised when Kona joined me, his lithe body warm beside mine. “You okay?”
The camera feed appeared on the TV, separated into four sections so we could follow along.
“Yeah, fine. Are you okay?” I looked away from the screen to focus on Kona. His bruises were fading with every day that passed. He had creams we’d gotten him to help with that, and they clearly were working.
“I always feel okay around you, Angel.” A small smile curved his gorgeous mouth, and I was rendered speechless. Was he flirting? Was I reading into something?
“Oh…that’s…good.”
He laughed. “It really is.” He squeezed my arm, the feeling of his hand lighting something up inside me. All too soon, he let go and focused on the television. I had to calm myself from just a simple touch. Kona affected me in ways I’d never felt before. In my body…and in my heart.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
KONA
It wasinsane what these guys could do. If Brick or the MC knew just how dangerous they were, I wasn’t so sure they’d fight them head on. Maybe they did know and that was why they were waiting. The thought sobered me, distracting me from the grand display of what was in front of me.
I didn’t want anything to happen to them—they were helping me and Pika, but I did know what Brick was capable of. I didn’t know if these guys could take them if the Dead Kings had strategized.
“We’re pulling down the street.” Gabe’s voice came through the speakers, and I jumped.
“Sorry, should’ve warned you.” Angel lightly and briefly touched my leg. Something about his touch anchored me.
You’d think after all I’d been through, anyone touching me would have me running and screaming, but he didn’t.
“It’s okay, now I know.”
A few minutes later, Mason pointed to the TV we were all watching. “There’s Four.”
“I have a reservation, name is Bill Darling.”
I chuckled at the name, and Nick shrugged. “It was this old guy I met years ago that worked at a bodega. Nice guy, loved the name.”
