Page 105 of No Honor Among Thieves

“Look, you guys obviously need to coddle each other and make some tea to gossip, so we’ll head off since our job’s done. It’s nothing personal, but I wasn’t going to turn down a job that paid so much over a girl I don’t know, or you idiots who I don’t give a shit about. It’s just business.”

“You sent a girl back to an abusive home,” Drake said weakly, Rage giving him an amused grin.

“I didn’t do shit. Your little rich girl ran home all on her own. Once a princess, always a princess.”

“I can’t believe she left.”

Knox was fuming as he dropped an arm around Drake’s shoulders to comfort him.

“You told her not to leave and she did anyway. Fuck her, she shot Stone. Since this shit’s over, let’s go inside.”

Drake didn’t argue as he was led away, and once Rage and his guys left, it was just Cruz and I standing in the middle of the driveway.

“Promise me you didn’t do anything to her,” he said sharply, and I held his gaze, my voice level as I lied to my best friend for the millionth fucking time.

“I promise, man. She wanted to go home to stop all of this, and I couldn’t do much when she turned a damn gun on me. I don’t like her, but I know how much she means to you. I would’ve dragged her home a long time ago otherwise.”

He nodded, heading back inside without another word, and I blew out a breath as I watched him go.

I was selfish, I knew that, but hopefully now the spoiled cunt had gone home, things would return to normal.

I walked inside and headed straight to the office, quickly checking security footage of the Heights. Luckily, most of the footage hid Penelope’s stress and panic, and the abandoned warehouse didn’t have much around it to spy through, which was why it was used so frequently for dodgy deals.

I sent a virus to the one camera that caught her trying to scramble from the car while I’d been driving, effectively destroying it before heading to the gun range to shoot some targets.

Penelope Whitlock had been nothing but a pain in my ass, and I was glad I’d never have to fucking see her again.

She was right about one thing though, money turned a person’s soul black, so she shouldn’t have been surprised to find out that a high-end thief had the soul of a monster.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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