Wicked Edge (Realm Enforcers, #2)(54)
Felicity nodded and held out her arms to be frisked.
Possessiveness rose in Daire so quickly his chest heated.
When the guard had finished with her, he turned and patted Daire down with much less finesse.
Anton smiled and yanked out a palm reader. “Very good. Hand, please.”
Daire held his breath. Felicity had somehow obtained a full hand print from Simone’s apartment and then had some pretty dicey vampires create a fleshlike print to coat her fingertips. She clicked over and flattened her palm over the scanner. It quickly scanned, and a green light flickered.
Daire breathed out. God, she was amazing. If they survived the robbery, she should plan another one. By the delight all but wafting from her, she’d be just fine with that. What in the hell had he gotten involved with?
A retina scan was next, and by this time, he was confident Felicity had it all figured out. Yep. The scan went off without a hitch.
The vault opened, and Anton swung open another steel door before preceding them inside to box 1287. Felicity shoved in Simone’s key, and Anton did the same before pulling out a long box to place on the center table. “Let me know if you need anything else,” he said, moving toward the steel door and discreetly shutting it.
Hopefully he wouldn’t close the outside door and lock them in the vault.
Felicity smiled and flipped open the box to reveal several manila files.
Daire shrugged out of his jacket and reshaped it into a pack by drawing out hidden ties. He fought the urge to read the files and instead shoved them inside the pack.
Felicity was already moving toward the other boxes. She leaned down and kicked off the wedge part of both boots. Small discs fell out.
Daire winced. “Be careful.”
She laughed then—low and throaty.
His mouth gaped open. Even in disguise, her beauty shone through as she exuded such delight.
Grabbing the discs, she quickly placed them on several of the boxes. Daire overturned the table and grabbed her, covering her completely. “Sure you want to do this?” he asked.
She snuggled under him and reached for a detonator disguised as a shirt button. “Hell yeah.” She took a deep breath and pressed hard.
Chapter 19
The explosions rocked the room. Shards of metal flew hard and fast, embedding themselves in the floor and twanging an odd tune. Felicity shoved against Daire, her body vibrating with the air. Wow. She’d never set off a bomb in person before.
He lifted his head and glanced around. “Holy f*ck.” Stretching to his feet, he pulled her with him, his hold firm.
Smoke filtered through the room, and outside, an alarm blared. Gunfire pinged as if a world away, and the grunts of men fighting hand-to-hand broke the patter of gunfire.
“Go,” Daire ordered, nudging her to the south wall. “If your tech guy is good, really good, he’ll be able to keep the vault open for less than a minute.”
If Eli wasn’t good, then they were screwed. Felicity gaped at the huge holes in the wall. Scorch marks scored down the steel to the floor, and smoke swirled through the air. “Only take from the boxes we discussed.” She had no intention of harming anybody other than Ivan and his crew.
Stepping gingerly over smoking metal, she reached the first box, shrugging out of her jacket to form another bag. “Ah. Diamonds, emeralds, and rubies. Oh my.” Feeling almost giddy, she tugged out the velvet-lined box and dumped the priceless gems into the bag, already reaching for a box full of cash, United States currency.
Daire looted the other side, and they hustled, meeting in the middle. One box held more files, including deeds and land trust documents.
“We have to go. Now.” Daire reached for her hand.
She slung the bag over her shoulder, blinking from the burning air. The alarm was suddenly cut off.
Daire growled. “Not good.” He shoved open the steel door.
The vault door was slowly closing. Shit. Daire barreled through, pulling her along. Her boot caught at the end, and he gave a hard jerk, taking her right out of the leather.
One of her men grappled with a shifter against the wall, the two throwing furious punches and kicks. She loped into a run behind Daire just as two guards, fully armed and bleeding, ran around the corner.
Daire instantly dropped into a slide, taking them both out like bowling pins. Without even a hitch, he rolled onto the first guy and punched him in the face several times, spraying blood. The guy roared and started to shift into what looked like some sort of feline. Daire shot a hard jab into his neck and then his left temple, knocking him out.
Felicity leaped forward and kicked the other guard under the chin. His head jerked back and hit the floor with a sickening thunk.
Yet he turned to get back to his feet.
Daire growled and leaped forward, taking the guard with him and slamming the guy’s head into the wall.
Felicity took the opportunity to kick out of the remaining boot. No way could she run with only one four-inch heel slowing her down. She was already in motion when Daire jumped up and ran for the end of the hallway? his boots smashing against the silver tiles.
Her earbud crackled to life. “Authorities are dealing with the road blocks right now. You have about two minutes to get free,” Adam said, tension riding his voice and hard.
She gulped, and the hazy bank reception area took on a surreal tinge. Time seemed to slow down. Patrons ran out the door, spilling over the luxurious chairs. The tellers had disappeared, as had the bank executives.