Chapter 662
Chapter 662:
“Parker just opened the front door,” Skye said, watching the feed. “Victoria is our Trojan horse p>
“She’s going to get herself killed,” Liam muttered.
“She’s going to draw every guard to the front lawn,” Skye corrected. “Which leaves the back entrance exposed p>
Liam killed the headlights of the SUV as they approached the service road behind the estate. They parked in the shadow of the desert landscaping. The rain had stopped, but the ground was still slick.
Skye stepped out, the mud squelching under her combat boots. She had traded her heels for functionality, though she still wore a sleek black dress under her tactical raincoat—camouflage for the party inside.
“Alistair, you take the north wall,” Skye ordered. “Disable the perimeter sensors. Liam and I will go for the house p>
“And Tessa?” Liam asked.
“Parker says she’s in the wine cellar,” Skye said. “That’s our priority. The money is secondary p>
Inside the villa, the mood shifted. Lucian heard the commotion outside. He stood up abruptly, knocking over his wine glass. The red liquid stained the white tablecloth like blood.
“What is that noise?” Tiffany asked, pausing with the pen hovering over the document.
“Stay here,” Lucian ordered, his charm evaporating. He looked at Rook. “Check it p>
Rook nodded and moved toward the hallway, pulling a suppressed pistol from his jacket.
Lucian turned back to Tiffany, forcing a smile. “Just the paparazzi, my love. Sign the paper. Let’s finish this p>
Tiffany hesitated. She looked at the stain on the tablecloth. “Lucian… you’re sweating p>
“It’s just the excitement,” Lucian hissed. “Sign it p>
ոo іոtr𝗎si𝘷𝘦 аd𝘴 𝗈ո 𝖻е.со𝗆
Outside, Victoria had reached the front door. She pounded on it with both fists.
“Lucian! I know you’re in there with that cheap knockoff p>
The door opened. But it wasn’t Lucian. It was Rook, the mercenary. He leveled the gun at Victoria’s chest.
“Go away,” Rook growled.
Victoria froze. She looked at the gun, then at Rook’s face. She didn’t recognize him, but she recognized the intent.
“Do you know who I am?” Victoria stammered, trying to summon her old arrogance. “I am a Hayes p>
Rook didn’t hesitate. He pistol-whipped Victoria across the temple. Victoria crumpled to the porch without a sound.
“Problem solved,” Rook muttered into his comms.
But he was wrong. The distraction had worked perfectly. While Rook dealt with Victoria, two shadows slipped over the rear garden wall and vanished into the house.
The interior of the White Estate was a labyrinth of marble and bad taste. Skye and Liam moved silently through the kitchen, avoiding the staff who were too busy preparing canapés to notice the intruders.