Page 25 of Steal My Heart

“You have no problem continuing to rob me,” I point out.

“Humility isn’t your strong suit, I take it?” She eyes me.

“No,” I tell her honestly.

Remi worries her bottom lip with her teeth. “Not saying it’s impossible, but it would be tricky with that much security around the mark. I’d need someone running counter surveillance, and possibly a duke man.”

“Whatever you need,” I answer smoothly, knowing what only one of those things means.

“I’d also need the venue layout and guest list.”

“Working on it as we speak.”

“IfI agree to this, I get my record clearedanda nice little nest egg to start over. A hundred grand.”

“Your record will be cleared regardless of the outcome. Fifty thousand, contingent on a successful job.” She goes to argue, but I hold up my hand. “You get to keep the other fifty you stole from me; there’s your hundred. And I want my watch back.”

“I’ll agree to those terms. But I’m in charge of the operation, since it’s my neck on the line. Things get dicey, and I say we abort, then we abort. I won’t be put into another dangerous sit?—”

“Who put you in a dangerous situation?” My nostrils flare.

She crosses her arms. “You. Several times over.”

“You say we abort, then we abort and look for another angle.”

“And I’m in charge,” she reiterates.

“You’re in charge.” The lie slides easily off my tongue.

I extend my hand, and she accepts, and we shake on it. “My threat stands,” I warn her.

A challenging glint in her eyes, she says, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

My lips lift into a smile. “Go to bed, and we’ll talk logistics tomorrow.”

“Very well. Goodnight, Angelo.” She leans over, running her nails through my beard, and knowing her game, this time I keep my attention on the feel of my phone in my interior pocket.

“Goodnight, Remi,” I tell her when she drops her hand, confident my phone’s where I left it.

Waiting until she’s gone, I pull up the security feed. Remi’s luscious ass sways up the stairs, followed by that exotic cat of hers, and I watch them both disappear inside the guest room.

Something feels off, and I pat myself down.

I throw my head back with laughter.

Too concerned with my phone, I didn’t feel Remi lifting my wallet.

Smiling, my fingers move over the keys, not playing anything in particular. My cock’s so hard, one good tug would be all it would take, but I deny myself the release. When I come to thoughts of Remi Landry, it’ll be because she’s writhing in pleasure beneath me. And I’ll be damn sure to lock up my valuables.

“Boss, sorry to interrupt.” Maks knocks on the door.

“Enter.”

He joins me with a thick stack of papers, an unreadable look on his face. “Fabien’s records. Haven’t had a chance to go through everything yet, but the visitors’ logs caught my attention. A particular individual has been visiting Fabien every week.”

“Who?” I demand, grabbing the paperwork.

Page after page of the recurring visitor sign-in has me slamming the stack on the keys. The piano roars in an angry, dissonant mixture of sounds.