Page 129 of Corrupted Pleasure

Ten minutes later, Wynter parked in the back of the fancy casino.

“Is this the exact spot where the truck will park?” Juliette asked her.

“The armored truck comes from the other side,” Wynter explained, pointing to the road. “Like I said, it’s one way.” She took a deep breath and then exhaled. “Okay, are we ready?”

Four heads nodding. We exited the vehicle, the sun setting behind the large, glass building. We estimated we’d be called to move our car in about an hour. Plenty of time to cause havoc in the club and distract the men.

“Okay, I’m calling Priest now.”

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Hello?” a deep man’s voice came through. We held our breaths, not daring to blink.

Wynter pressed the button of her iPhone and the recording started.

Priest, need you now.

Chicago.

Fake gunshots sounded in the recording and Wynter cut it off, then ended the call.

A round of exhales.

I swallowed. “Do you think it worked?”

“I fucking hope so,” Juliette grumbled. “Otherwise, we did all this for nothing.”

“Well, it’s better to do it for nothing than get killed,” Ivy added. It was the first sane thing she had said in a long time.

“To tell you the truth, I was going to say hi to him,” Wynter admitted. “We’ll be following the truck and robbing him, so it wouldn’t have hurt to be friendly. But you ladies failed to mention Juliette made such animpressionin Chicago on the two men. One who happens to be Priest.”

“Sorry,” Juliette muttered.

“Don’t be,” Wynter retorted. “You distracted them. Really well, because the guy never even noticed me. I never noticed any of it.”

“Juliette actually blushed,” I chimed in, grinning. “First time I ever saw her blush.”

We all snickered. “I mean, what are the odds that it would be the same guy here and there,” Wynter scoffed.

We waited, watching. The assumption was that Priest was in the club. Wynter said he attended his club every Saturday to ensure all ran smoothly.

As if on cue, the burner phone rang. And again. Then again.

Sure enough, a tall figure came out and instinctively all four of us slid down into our seats.

“That’s him,” Wynter whispered, regardless that the windows were closed and there was no chance he’d hear us. Not unless he was spider man and had high frequency hearing.

“Jesus, why are they all so damn hot?” I commented, peeking out my window. “It’s like their parents paired with gorgeous people to produce super-hot babies.”

A round of giggles burst from the back seat. “No wonder Juliette offered to service them both,” Ivy teased. “I mean, two gorgeous men fucking you. It’s the way to die and go to heaven.”

“Shut up,” Juliette grumbled. “I’d only consider the other guy. This one is too damn scary. And can you imagine moaning his name while he’s eating your pussy?” she asked.

“Actually, I could,” Ivy cackled. “Oh Priest,” she started moaning, like he was really eating her out. “Please, don’t stop. Oh, Priest! Oh, oh… Priest.”

The Jeep shook from our laughter as we rolled against our seats, careful not to be seen, as the guy entered his fancy black car.

“Oh shit,” I mumbled.