Unmask (Adrenaline Series (Stand Alone) Book 4) (19 page)

She let's go of her grip on me just as Daniel starts to grumble, “Did I hear her correctly? We're at a sex party?”

“We're gay at a sex party,” I mumble strolling off.

The Devil chuckles to himself but says nothing.

Of course he already fucking knew. One more thing to smile at as he uses us like chess pieces.

“Thought you were using the bathroom.” I hear Mary Lynn say to Daniel.

“Don't be seen together,” The Devil growls.

“Let us do our job,” I defend and peer around the corner.

Daniel instantly spots me.

“You're gonna pay for that attitude McCoy.”

“Counting on it,” I mutter before mouthing to Daniel. “Meet on the top floor. Ten minutes.”

He gives me a nod before saying to Mary, “It was brief. Tell me more about your first time at one of these parties.”

Her voice fills the earpieces, which I hope will act as a distraction to The Devil. The retelling is graphic and filled with so many sexual invitations, if I wasn't focused on saving our asses as well as my loves, I wouldn't mind listening.

It's like hearing porn instead of watching it.

On the top floor I stroll past the open doors, which obviously aren't the bedrooms I'm looking for nor are they big enough to even be considered. At the far end there's a set of closed double doors.

Bingo.

“I've never personally put a banana there,” Daniel says in a way that I know he's smiling.

Shaking my head, I slide out my lock picking tools and get to work.

First time I picked a lock? I was six. It was sort of like finding the right block for the right hole as a child. I found something that was similar in flatness, stuck it in the hole, and shimmied it around until the damn thing clicked open. I wanted those cookies, so I got them.

The door clicks open and reveals to me a bedroom fit for a billionaire. The posh décor is more feminine than I would prefer with it's peach tone colors and chocolate browns along with the chandelier. There are frilly pillows and rugs to match.

Is this the master bedroom?

Doubt crowds my thoughts, but only briefly, due to the sound of footsteps. Quickly I slip inside and behind the drapes, making sure to keep my body frozen, and my shoes covered. The footsteps seem light and harmless, but I remain stiff. My fists ball at my sides preparing to swing if necessary. Suddenly there's a light rhythmical tapping. I hone in on it.

You hear it too don't you. It's Living On A Prayer. Go ahead and hum, just do it quietly. Who doesn't love a little Bon Jovi in their life?

Pulling the drape back, I notice Daniel smirking from behind the closed door. He makes a motion for us to speed up the process. My eyes do a scan of the room not spotting the sculpture I'm supposed to be lifting. Frustrated, I start to doubt we're in the right room again.

What? What do you mean turn around?

I glance over my shoulder at the three pieces that are sitting in the wall nook behind a thin curtain closest to the bathroom. With a wide smirk, I hustle over and carefully make the swap.

Uncanny right? See. I'm good at this shit.

Once I've got the pieces switched, I crack open the bathroom door and mouth, “Follow. Me.”

Daniel nods and slips inside with me. Behind the closed bathroom door, I start to open the first door looking for the towel closet. Thankful my find is immediate, I search the top shelf for the First Aid kit. The second my hand finds the handle I smile.

See. She can be trusted. Don't wonder how she knows it would be there. Where do you keep yours?

Quietly I place the kit on the table and open my palm. I mouth, “Knife.”

He shakes his head.

When my head sarcastically tilts he rolls his eyes and carefully removes it from his jacket pocket. Daniel mouths, “What did you expect?”

I mouth, “That.”

“It's awfully quiet,” The Devil growls in a displeased tone.

“It's better to be silent when stealing shit than yelling about it,” I answer as I pull up my pant leg. “So how about you shut the fuck up, so we can get this done on time?”

The Devil doesn't respond.

I know. I'll pay for that later too.

Sterilizing the knife with one of the wipes in the kit and then sterilizing my fingers, I hand the tool back to my brother, and indicate where he needs to cut. When Daniel shakes his head I mouth, “Cut. Me. We're being tracked.” He makes a frustrated face but does as he’s told. Carefully he makes a slight slit. I reach inside and pull out the small flashing red device. We work together to get the cut cleaned and bandaged. Afterward Daniel lifts his leg, which is when I shake my head. The puzzled look increases when I point to the back of my neck.

Daniel shakes his head slowly.

I mouth, “Yeah. Turn.”

He makes a pissed off expression, but turns around. I clean my hands and the object once more. Even more cautious than he was, I make a small slit where Melody indicated, thankful to see the red flashing device immediately. Removing it slowly, I clean the area and bandage him back up. With both of our GPS trackers wrapped in tissue, we slip them in our pockets. Afterward I grab the shot out of my inside pocket and hand it to him.

“The antidote,” I mouth. “Take it now.”

He nods and prepares to when there's a set of footsteps headed our direction.

Fuck...

Quickly I grab the first aid kit and slip into the towel closet.

“What are you doing in here?” A voice asks Daniel. “What are you doing in my bathroom?”

Through the crack of the door, I see a man, a man I can only assume is Harrison. Daniel maintains eye contact with him as he answers. “Special guest. Special privileges.”

Harrison hums and folds his arms across his chest. “What other special privileges do you feel you should be entitled too?”

I cover my mouth to hold back the laughter.

Daniel's dying inside I just know it.

“Uh...” he stumbles around, clears his throat.

“Don't be nervous Duke. You don't have to share me if you don't want...”

Another urge rips through me to laugh.

My womanizing brother has to pretend to enjoy being hit on by a dude. This is a story I am telling again and again at dinner. You bet your ass I am.

Daniel's eyes meet me through the crack of the door.

“You can do anything to me you want,” Harrison insists. “Anything.”

“Oh yeah?” Daniel questions. “Anything at all?”

“Dom me,” he begs relentlessly.

You know, you see this kind of shit in porn, well I've seen the male, female version of it, and you think it doesn't really happen. But here we are. At an entire party apparently devoted to it.

“Get on your knees. Place your hands behind your back. Close your eyes.”

“Yes master,” Harrison whimpers and drops to his knees.

Once his eyes are closed Daniel makes a hand motion for me to exit. “Keep them closed.”

“Yes master.”

I slip out of the door and quietly out of the bathroom while Daniel shakes his head at me. With a crooked smirk I give him a wink.

He mouths. “Fuck you.”

Making the motion like Harrison's going to suck his cock, I silently laugh.

What'd you expect? Me to have no fun? You've met us right?

“Daniel,” The Devil's voice invades my ears. “Where are you?”

“Heading to make the swap now,” I lie for my brother, grateful it's hard to tell even our voices apart.

“Good. The rig is in place.”

“Still searching for the sculpture,” Daniel leaks into the conversation. “It's not on display as expected.”

“Asshole probably hid it in case anyone got curious during the party,” The Devil mumbles. “Find my fucking statue.”

“Yeah,” Daniel answers just steps behind me.

“Drew speed it up. You need to follow Daniel to the drop off point, so he can follow you back here. I want both of you putting objects into my hands.”

“Got it,” we answer in unison.

The two of us head in opposite directions, the end result needing to be the same. I arrive near the elevators which is when Daniel mouths, “Switch tags.”

Nodding, I tuck it into my coat jacket and head into the elevator. On a deep breath I prepare for the elementary school easy swap. I stroll out of the elevator to see one of the security guards as well as one of the valet boys.

“Sir,” the young man calls to me. “You didn't want me to bring your vehicle up for you?”

“No,” I calmly answer. “Harrison told me I could admire his bike before I left. Didn't feel the need to have you bring mine all the way up when I could kill two birds with one stone.”

“Wise choice,” the valet replies. “His bike is this direction...” While strolling beside him I spot my brother's bike a few spaces over from mine. “We just ask no one touches it.”

“Of course not,” I agree. Beside my brother's bike, I abruptly stop. “One moment. I need to tie my shoe.” Leaning down I notice the security guard glance away giving me the smallest chance to pull the tag off.

“Mr. Smith likes to display his collective pieces next to everyone else's. He likes the way it makes everyone look beneath him.” The valet stops in front of the legendary motorcycle. “Here we are.”

I suppress my urge to look impressed. With a hum, I nod slowly and stroll around the bike, eyes fixated on the spot I need to drop the tag.

Believe me, I wanna drool over this baby. I want to touch her in ways that could make the most experienced bike rider fall to his knees. I want to take her away from this display prison she's stuck in and free her. Yeah. Just like I wanna free Mel.

With my arms folded, I continue to stare waiting for the expected cue. The security guard gets a page that causes him to shift uncomfortably. Out of the corner of my eyes, I wait until the guard makes a hand motion for the valet to come to his side. He hesitates to leave me. The guard makes another hand motion while glancing at his phone once more. At that moment I slip the tag on and move my body to be beside the valet.

“Do I need to end my admiration early?”