Exposed the elite book t.., p.24
Exposed: The Elite Book Two, page 24
“There is no doubt that I can gain his trust,” Alexie says. “He has always planned for me to take over the business, and as his only heir, he will be desperate for that to happen.”
I nod in agreement with Alexie while Stryker continues explaining the steps of our plan. “Conrad made these rings for everyone…” At that, Conrad pulls out a small box and opens it to display a variety of rings. “These rings all have sensors on them. They are all different, so they don’t attract attention.” He picks up one of the rings and places it on his finger. “Alexie or Marcela will tap the stone of their ring three times when they have entered the basement, and then again when they are ready for Nat, King, and I to move in to meet them at the back door,. We will meet them at this door once they’ve cleared the guards from the area.” Stryker then demonstrates, and when he does, a sharp beep comes from Conrad’s computer.
Stryker slides the box to Marcela, and she grabs a ring that fits her finger before passing it to King, who takes his. The box makes its way to me, and I see a beautiful, dark green gemstone ring left. I pick it up, and it fits perfectly.
“Conrad, I don’t think there will be a day that you don’t cease to amaze me,” I say.
He smiles at me. “These are a new invention of mine, but be careful to not just start tapping them, or we won’t know when to go in. We have to keep comms off until we go full force because we don’t want to risk it getting picked up and us getting caught. Marcela will also get to wear this camera because, unfortunately, the schematic I got doesn’t show anything else regarding the floorplan or layout of the bacement.” Conrad holds up a necklace that has a matching, amber-colored stone to her ring. “This way, we can get a view inside the club so that when we breach, we know where to go.”
“Damn, Conrad. I get jewelry without a date?” Marcela snarks but then laughs. “Just kidding, this is perfect, Conrad.”
“Good work, Conrad,” Stryker speaks up again. “Marcela, this means we will need you to hang on Alexie a bit. Act as if you like him.”
“We are all good now, Boss-man, aren’t we? My new sassy lover,” Alexie says with a kissing motion toward Marcela. She only smiles back, letting me know that when Marcela and I squashed our shit, she also lets go of Alexie’s too. I don’t think I deserve friends like this.
“Good to know,” Stryker says cautiously. “Being all over him will allow your body to move around more so we can get a better lay of the land in there. We need to see where guards are posted and any locking mechanisms on doors.”
Marcela is holding up her beautiful necklace in front of her, admiring it. “Shouldn’t be a problem,” she says, not breaking her stare on the jewelry.
“We will also need to figure out if this Umbra, or Ivan, is there as well,” Stryker continues. A shiver runs down my spine. “From what you’ve told us about him, he’s unhinged and dangerous. And if you two,” Stryker gestures to me and Alexie, “are calling him dangerous, then we know it’s serious.”
“If you two are successful with Andrei, and you get the invitation, tap the ring three times when you get to the auction. Then you’ll need to find a way to excuse yourself from the auction. We need you to clear all guards leading back to the entrance. Tap your ring three more times to let us know you’re heading out so we can get ready to meet you at the door. We will be on standby for when you have the guards cleared and ready to open the door. We will come in and clear the main floor of as many bystanders as possible. Our priority is getting all the dancers and guests out of there before anything goes down. We need to ensure no innocent people upstairs become collateral damage. That is unacceptable to me.” The entire table nods in agreement.
“When we have the main floor cleared, we’ll signal Conrad with three taps from our rings. This is when shit goes down. Conrad will turn on comms so we can talk, but that means they’ll probably be onto us, depending on the tech they’re carrying at this place. Given its importance, we’re going to assume it’s all the latest tech. Marcela and Alexie, this is where you take out anyone with a gun.”
Marcela looks at Stryker, confused, “And how am I taking out these people? We know we’ll be thoroughly searched going in,” Marcela questions, looking at Stryker with confusion.
Alexie pulls out a knife and starts rotating it in his hand, saying, “Once I take out a few with this, then you are free to shop for whatever weapon they left behind.”
“Aww, thank you. That is so kind of you,” she says while looking at Alexie, but everyone else is looking at Marcela.
“What? I’m just getting in some acting practice before our big show tonight,” Marcela retorts when we just continue to stare at her like she grew a second head.
“Well, might I say that if you ever consider a career change, you could be an Academy Award-winning actress,” BJ says with a snicker.
“Yes, yes, I’m sure that we’ll all be blown away by Marcela and Alexie’s performance,” Stryker says. “Why does it feel like I’ve lost control of my team? Before, when I spoke, no one said a fucking thing until I was done. Now, suddenly, it’s a fucking free for all!” he admonishes us like kids who are talking back to a parent.
I suddenly become aware that a few eyes at the table are looking in my direction, including Stryker’s. My eyes dart around the room at the accusers. “I didn’t do it. He punished me when I interrupted one of the meetings,” I say, trying to defend myself.
“Well, that makes sense then,” BJ says, looking back at Stryker. “Everyone just wants your brand of punishment, I guess.” Everyone at the table chuckles, but Stryker is not laughing because these meetings seem to be looser. When I first started, Stryker would command silence and had full control of these briefings. Now, it’s more laid back, but I wouldn’t consider that a bad thing.
“No way in hell do I want Stryker to punish me,” King practically yells.
“Maybe your subconscious is saying otherwise there, big guy,” Marcela throws back at King with a wink.
Stryker leans back in his chair and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Listen,” I start, “maybe it is my fault.” Stryker releases his hold on his face and looks at me, as does everyone else. “So maybe you…were a little uptight before I came along,” I say cautiously while looking at Stryker.
“Just a little,” King interrupts, and I glare over at him.
“And maybe, just maybe, you’ve just loosened up. It’s not a bad thing, Stryker. Hell, I enjoy you more now than when we first met,” I say.
Silence looms back over the table, waiting for Stryker’s response.
“You should punish her for that!” BJ shouts out. “She made you lose control of your meetings. Punish her. Hard.” A big smile beams from her face as she turns toward me and flashes me a very theatrical wink. Everyone at the table laughs, and even Stryker cracks a smile.
“Noted,” he replies. Actually, that’s a great idea, BJ.
“Let’s get back to business,” Stryker demands, and his voice has that ’old Stryker’ punishing tone to it. It’s an instant turn-on. Down, girl. “Nat, King, and I will make our way downstairs after the first floor is cleared. There are only two stairways that lead downstairs,” as he speaks, Conrad pulls up a schematic of the building that shows all the entrances and exits, including the two ways down. Unfortunately, that’s all it shows regarding the layout of the basement, which is the reason for Marcela to wear a necklace cam. “Marcela will man this stairway, funneling all the victims to safety,” he points to one that is closest to the back door. “Conrad will coordinate our Vegas team, who will act as our extraction crew. They’ll be on standby with a bus to shuttle all victims to the nearest precinct and hospitals if needed. There will be extra security posted at each location, we’ll be damned if anything happens to them. The Vegas team, along with first responders and volunteers, are also ready to help however that looks because once all the victims are out, it’s game on. We fully expect the clientele attending this auction to put up a fight because, for them, getting caught is not an option. The information these people have could be vital to taking down other operations like this one. That means we will want a few people incapacitated so we can get some information out of them later, but if anyone puts up a fight…well, that is up to you on how you want to handle it.”
“Take them out, right? You, big Boss-man, are telling us to take them out?” Alexie asks. Of course, he just wants someone to permit him to kill.
“Yes,” Stryker replies, “take out as many as you want.”
“This is where I will win the bet, correct?” Alexie had to ask.
Stryker’s eyes roll so far up into his head that he’s probably looking at the back inside part of his skull right now. “Fuck. I had it for a few minutes.”
“You sure did. You almost had it,” King says in a sarcastic tone while reaching over to pat Stryker on the shoulder.
“Everyone, go to your rooms and get your heads on straight. Do whatever you have to do to make sure you’re ready,” Stryker commands.
“In together, out together,” King adds. I look over at King, who was looking at me. He winks. Melt. This man makes me melt with a look. Stryker continues, “your outfits are in your rooms. Be ready and back down here at six sharp.”
Everyone gets up from their seat, except Stryker, and heads out of the room. I’m the last one behind King but stop by Stryker before leaving.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him.
“For what?” he asks, looking up from his building schematic,
“For being the reason that the dynamic in the meetings has changed.”
He leans back and reaches a hand forward to grab one of mine. He examines my hand in his. “I don’t think you are to blame at all. You have made this team better.” He brings my hand to his lips and presses them to the back of my hand. “You have made me better.” He kisses my hand again.
I frown at him. “So…no punishment?” I ask in a slightly whining tone.
Without looking up at me, and instead looking at my hand, he says, “Oh no, Little Fox, there will be a punishment.” He kisses my hand again. I try to pull it away, but he holds onto it firmly. “Don’t pretend that your delicious cunt isn’t soaked at the thought.”
My breathing hitches slightly, and he notices as he finally looks up at me. “I bet if I slipped my fingers in there right now, they would glisten with the wetness pooling between your legs,” he teases me.
Fuck! Please, punish me now. I will bend right the fuck over this table.
“So do it,” I taunt him.
“Nope, the thought of devouring your wet pussy is going to be the motivation I will use to get me through the hell we’re about to enter. Now, go get ready for tonight.” He releases my hand, turning back to his papers, and I take that as my cue to leave.
Whack. A yelp escapes my lips as his open hand collides with my ass, and I spin back around to face him.
He has a shit-eating grin on his face, but again he isn’t looking at me and is pretending to be indifferent while looking at his papers. “Six sharp, Little Fox. Try not to be late.”
I keep my hands over my rear-end as I back out of the room. Once I round the corner, I practically sprint upstairs. When I enter my room, I go into the bathroom and drop my pants. There, clear as day, is a bright red handprint on my left ass cheek. I rub my hand gingerly around the tender area.
Fuck, that was hot. Now, I have something to look forward to as well. Well played, Stryker.
Stryker
It’s five minutes to six, and I told everyone to be ready to go right at six. Their asses better be on time. I am the first one waiting in the common room, which does not surprise me.
For tonight’s event, I wore a rich royal blue suit jacket and slacks. Underneath, I have on a crisp white button-up and a matching navy tie with a gold tie clip to coordinate with the gold accents on the suit.
I am feeling sharp as shit in this outfit King picked out for me. I’m not going to lie, I didn’t know he had a stylish bone in his body. This suit feels expensive as fuck, and I bet it was. Knowing King and the fact he wasn’t paying for any of this, I am sure these are all designer. If I was given a budget by the board, I’m sure it would have been blown on this wardrobe alone. I shrug to myself, enjoying that I wasn’t given any monetary limits…yet.
Think of the devil, and he shall appear. King comes walking up the stairs in the kitchen with Alexie a few steps behind him, and they start making their way toward me.
King is wearing a black-on-black suit with a white undershirt. Most of his suit is matte black, except the lapels of the jacket, are shiny. Same goes for his pants; they are matte with one shiny pinstripe down the side of each leg. He has the first two buttons undone, letting just a hint of his tattoos peak out on his chest. His hair is pulled back neatly into a low bun at the nape of his neck. I honestly don’t know the last time I saw him this dressed up, if ever.
After taking in King’s outfit, I move my gaze beside him to Alexie. He has on a pair of black pants and a black button-up shirt that is also undone to show off all his ink, but he is bolder, having the first four buttons of his shirt undone and leaving it loose enough to gape open a bit, showing his tattooed neck, pecs, and the top of his large stomach piece. His look is finished with a dark, emerald green velvet suit jacket, and a few golden rings on each of his hands. He’s looking every ounce of the BraTVa heir that he is supposed to be.
Conrad rounds the corner coming from down the hall, wearing a dark gray suit with a white button-up as well. He is adjusting a royal blue bow tie -that almost matches my suit- with one hand while he has his suit jacket flung over his shoulder with the other hand.
I take in a sharp breath and let out a loud whistle. “Damn, boys, we are looking good tonight. Good call on these suits, King.” I tell them all while brushing the imaginary dust off my shoulders in a dramatic motion.
“Thanks, I needed to get my mind off everything for a minute, and it was pretty fun. Surprised the fuck out of me, but I think I’m pretty good at it…just wait until you see the girls.” He lets out a deep dark chuckle, wiggling his brows.
We stand here for what seems like forever, waiting on said girls. I’m sure it only seems so long because I am so anxious about tonight. I glance at the clock, noticing it’s six on the dot. Just then, Marcela makes her way into the room. She is in a gorgeous burgundy, floor-length dress with a small train, but it has a slit on one side up to her mid-thigh and a scoop neck. Her hair is super curly and pulled back into a side ponytail, with a fancy, diamond-studded hair piece. Her normally clean face is full of makeup, making her look like a completely different person.
I let out another small whistle, and she just shoots me daggers with a look that says,’don’t even, asshole’.
“Holy Fuck, I have never seen you made up like this before. You better take a few selfies for Laura back home. She’ll never believe it.” I smirk as she reaches me and shoves me a bit.
That’s when we hear the slow rhythmic clicks of Nat’s heels coming down the hallway. The noise causes a major build-up of anticipation for me and, I am sure, for the other guys as well. Right when she crosses the threshold of the room, all of our eyes snap to her like she is a magnet.
“What? You said six sharp, didn’t you?” she snaps out at me.
She’s standing there looking back at us with a look that could shatter a million hearts. She looks stunning in a silver, floor-length silk gown with black accents up the bodice on the sides. It has a slit up each side, leaving just enough room to conceal her knives on her upper thighs. With how high that slit is, there is no way she’s wearing panties. Which makes my slacks tighten from my hardening length. Her dress hooks around her neck but then has a keyhole cut-out that goes almost down to her belly button. The opening shows off the perfect amount of cleavage from her perfect, mouth-watering tits.
King just smugly looks at all of us men, giving us an evil grin. “Told ya,” he says and then winks at Nat playfully.
Alexie instantly prowls over to Nat, grabbing her throat and pushing her against the wall, passionately kissing her.
“Mmmmmm, you look sinful,” he mumbles, taking her hand and forcing her to grab his cock. She bites her lip at the action.
“See what you do to me, Zaychik. See my want for you, my need?” he says in a low, gravelly tone.
“Just what I figured this hot as fuck outfit would do to you all,” she teases, pleased with herself while pushing him back. He just groans in response.
Conrad and I both approach, laughing at the exchange, and we each give her a small kiss confirming how good she looks.
“You all look so yummy. I wish we were going out on a date instead of a rescue mission in these outfits,” she looks over all of us men, licking her lips and biting down on her bottom one.
Marcela gives her a few once-overs as well before saying, “DAAAMN, bitch, you look fucking hot, I’d probably fuck you too!” She laughs.
“Aww. Thank you!” Nat places her hand over her heart like she is honored by the statement. She then makes her way over to King and links her elbow around one of his, and says, “Alrighty, now that we all agree on how fucking good I look in this dress, it’s time to go, boys. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”
“Um, excuse me, bitch. What about me?” Marcela barks back at her.
Laughing, Nat says, “Oh, shit! Marcela, my bad, I keep forgetting it’s you, I barely recognized your ass in a dress.” Marcela flips her off, laughing and walking towards the door.
Nat calls after her, “You also look fuckable, Marcela! You’re more than welcome to join my harem?” She finishes her sentence with a dramatic wink to us guys.
Marcela throws her head back, shaking it and cackling, but leaves without an actual response.
