easy to get to. He's not as well protected as Senator Compton's grown accustomed to being. This idiot merely has a basic security system inside his big ass gated mansion. He doesn't even have cameras; he's making this far too easy on us.
Once Gem and I had our little talk in the club, I knew I had to get up here and take care of this shit. I need something on her pops to hold him off for good, and murder is just the thing to do it. I’m not planning on letting Alice go back to that overbearing fuck, and if he fights me on it, he’ll pay. Of that, I’m certain. I told my woman to let me handle him, and she’s agreed. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know what in the hell to do with me, so she just goes with it. It’s one of the many things I enjoy about her most—her willingness to be open and trust me.
I wasn’t kidding in the least bit when I told her how I feel. If anything, it grows stronger with each passing day. It sucks I had to leave her right afterward, to head out on this run. The job has to get done, though, and my brothers will look after her. I’m hoping the time apart will give us each a chance to think on things without the other being right there to influence our feelings. So far, however, the distance has only made me want her more. I keep looking to the future, and she’s always included in those thoughts.
"Seems too good to be true," Angel snarls, keeping his voice quiet. He's my backup, along with his prospect, Lunatic. The club wasn't too keen on me doing the job myself. The only way I got them all to agree to the vote for it was with the club enforcer having my back. Along with his twisted project Lunatic, to take the fall in case we got caught. Luna doesn’t know that last little bit of the plan though, as I’m sure he wouldn’t exactly volunteer himself to get locked up on the account of us. I'm more than capable of snuffing this rich fucker out, but the club doesn't want me, their prez, risking my neck.
My brothers don't realize that I have to be the one to do this. I'm keeping good on my word. While Alice may not know a fuckin' thing about what I'm doing out here to keep her at my club, she's not completely oblivious. She's smart enough to see that something big is going down, and to know it's gotta be significant if her pops has agreed to letting her stay with me at the compound so far.
I told the senator I'd do what I had to-to take care of his request, and I meant it. Powerhouse and Whiskey have taken to Alice, so they’ve agreed to keep a close watch on her while I'm out of state. The last thing I need to be concerned about while on a job is her safety and well-being. If that so-called threat the senator had previously mentioned decides to show up, I’m going to lose my shit and hightail it back home to fuck somebody up. At least with me killing this john, the senator will know I’m dead fucking serious about burying anyone who thinks they can fuck with Alice—in any aspect. I won’t play with her life. As far as I’m concerned, her father is as much a threat to her as anyone.
I cast an impatient glance at Angel and crack my neck. It's time to handle this shit and get the fuck outta here. I have a woman waiting on me and that's the best sort of motivation to hurry the fuck up and take care of business.
The huge fucker nods to me and orders Lunatic to stay behind as our lookout. The stubborn enforcer pushes inside through the back door. It’s one of those doors filled with windowpanes you can easily kick in. I guess the owner didn’t think about security with the back entry either, since it leads out to a sparkling heated sapphire pool.
The brothers and I each hold our own set of talents—aside from killing, anyhow. For example, Angel isn’t only responsible for death, but is also smooth as glass when it comes to breaking and entering. You wouldn't think that by his massive bulk. If you know anything about my brother, however, you’d be aware