The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(35)

“Yeah, we’re on it,” Lip responds, not missing a beat.

We head down the hall, finding a steel door with a sign reading Valet.

“Could they make it any easier,” Lip chuckles, opening the door.

We walk out, finding a tall brown-headed kid standing behind a podium.

“We’ll take over, Mike,” I inform, slapping him on the shoulder.

“Thank God, I gotta piss,” he groans, running toward the door.

“Go find me a Lambo,” I instruct Lip, as I open the box on the wall full of keys.

“We got a little problem,” Lip sputters, his voice high pitched. I close the box and eye him quizzically.

“Cameras,” Lip remarks, pointing to a camera in the corner of the garage.

“Fuck,” I whisper, eyeing the beady camera pointing in the opposite direction of us, a small golf cart sitting under it. I shrug the valet jacket off, and stride toward it. I climb on top of the golf cart, ducking my head so the camera doesn’t catch a glimpse of my face, and throw the jacket over it.

“You better find us a car fast; they are going to notice this pretty f*cking quick,” I inform, jumping off the cart. With that, Lip sprints down the garage, and I head back to the keys.

A few seconds later, Lip is running back toward me.

“I found one, and it’s black or at least it looks black,” Lip yells, huffing out of breath.

“Lot number!” I yell, knowing our time is running out.

“Lot 41A,” he pants. My hands grab the keys and run. I follow Lip, passing some high-end cars along the way, before he stops right in front of a sleek black Lambo.

“Fuck, she’s beautiful,” I whisper, trailing my hand along her body.

“Holy shit,” Lip mutters, eyeing the detail.

“I have a hard-on,” I laugh, unlocking the car.

“Me too. Me too, brother,” Lip chuckles.

I slide into the seat; its luxury overwhelming me. The seats are black with red stitched in the middle, and the dashboard and console lined in chrome.

Lip slides in with me, his eyes devouring the beauty of the craftsmanship .

“What now?” Lip asks, looking at me for direction.

I take my eyes away from the buttons and knobs, and look at Lip with a wolfish grin across my face.

“We joyride.”

I put my foot on the brake, and press a button on the console, causing the Lambo to start with an intoxicating purr. The car reverberates with power as I put it into gear.

“I love it when she talks dirty to me,” I laugh, referring to the glorious roar of the motor.

I put the car in reverse and back out. I put her into first gear, her mechanisms switching flawlessly and slowly pull out of the garage. As soon as we are out of the garage, I throw her into the next gear, and let her loose.

Lip grabs onto the door as we are thrown into our seats from the horsepower.

“I think the plan is not to draw attention to ourselves,” Lip bitches, making me roll my eyes.

I turn the wheel, my foot pushing on the accelerator as we slide around a corner as if we were on ice.

“What fun is that?” I chuckle.

We race past a cop sitting in an alleyway. Looking in my rearview mirror, I notice him pulling out, turning his lights on, but by the time his car is straightened out to take the chase, we are long gone.

“Woooo!” Lip yells as we fly onto the freeway toward Cora’s drop location.

“How long have you been doing this?” Lip questions.

“I’ve been stealing cars since I was a kid,” I inform, looking in the rearview mirror for any boys in blue, but there is nothing.

“Ever get caught?” he asks, running his hand over the console.

“Couple times when I was younger, got thrown in juvie, but all that did was teach me how to get better at stealing cars,” I laugh, pulling onto a side road.

I pull up to the dock, with a huge boat parked next to it, and get out.

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint. You never do,” Cora chimes, climbing out of a black BMW, buttoning up her suit jacket. Her hair, short and curly, flutters with the wind. Her porcelain skin illuminates in the night as she walks toward us, her heels clicking against the broken asphalt.

“Who’s this?” she questions, tilting her pointed chin toward Lip.

“This is Lip,” I inform, shutting the door to the Lambo.

“Here’s your cut,” she states. One of the guys standing behind her tosses me a yellow envelope.

I open it eyeing a large sum of cash.

“One of my men botched this boost, and is sitting in jail, the car wrecked. I owe you one for your eager participation on such a short notice, Bobby,” she remarks, her voice strong and sure.

I nod, dipping my hand into the envelope pulling out half the cash.

“Yeah, I haven’t heard from you in a while,” I state, walking around the car toward Lip.

“I only use my good resources when I have to. My other men are not as good at getting the job done, but cheaper,” she answers, crossing her arms. I hand Lip half the cash, and close the envelope.

The guy with his hair braided down his back whispers in Cora’s ear, making her nod.

“I have to go, but I’ll be in touch, Bobby,” Cora warns, her lips quirking into a smirk.

“So, how do we get home?” Lip asks, looking around him.