Getting straight to the point, Jordan asked, “Are we set?”
“Ready, locked and loaded, baby,” was Snake’s reply.
Jordan eased back in his chair and kicked his legs upon the table and locked his hands behind his head. While overlooking the heart of historic surroundings of Paris, like the Seine River, theaters, and bistros, he smiled knowing that one of his problems wasn’t going to be an issue for much longer. “Show time!”
“Got my popcorn and beer! You have no idea of how long I’ve waited for this day.” Snake rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
Jordan picked up the throwaway he had sitting next to him and dialed a number after pulling a camera into view of Jim giving him and Snake the thumbs-up. It rang only once before it was answered.
“I didn’t know that dead men made calls.” The Collector recognized the 214 area code.
Jordan ignored the threat. “Your Joie De Vivre diamond looks exquisite on my lady’s delicate finger. Looking at how beautiful it is makes me want to do right by her and settle down. Thank you for acquiring it for me.”
The Collector couldn’t contain his anger. “Death for you will be excruciatingly painful and very deliberate. I hate that I—” He stopped abruptly while breathing heavily into the phone.
Jordan laughed, further infuriating him. “Speaking of painful . . . you should be receiving a call right . . . about—”
Another phone began to ring. The Collector answered it immediately. There were a series of rushed words both in Chinese and English followed by screaming. “No! My son—”
“As you see, you’re not as invincible as you thought you were. This time, your beloved heir will live to see another day, but next time, I won’t be so merciful.” Jordan disconnected the call, leaving just seconds from his whereabouts being traced. He disposed of the phone by throwing it into a bag that would scramble its signal.
“Looks like you got company,” Jordan replied when he saw Seven carrying a tray toward Snake. He decided to let his coconspirator fuel up because he would need it. “Enjoy your meal. I have other business to attend to.”
The lenses in Snake’s frames went blank, signaling the end of the connection. “The end is near, my dear.”
“Thank God we’ll be free of him, and to think, he’s doing all the work to make it possible,” Seven agreed.
They both laughed as Snake relieved Seven of the tray that she was carrying with an assortment of pastries and a tea set, and then put it to the side. He was hungry, but it wasn’t for food.
• • •
I lay in bed watching Jordan out on the terrace. Thank God the rain had stopped long enough to enjoy the beautiful view from the terrace. When I saw him toss the phone into the bag, I decided to go out and join him. Before doing so, I removed all clothing with the exception of my bra and panties. Detecting that he wasn’t alone, he removed his legs from the table and pulled me into his lap. Our lips met in a frenzy of starved kisses as our hands groped one another hungrily.
I pulled back from him. “So this is it? It’s going to finally be over.”
“After tomorrow night, this whole ordeal and Easter will be an afterthought.” He ran his hand through my hair and stared at me longingly.
I stood and pulled him up from his seat by the hand, leading him over to one of the chaise lounges.
The soft and gentle breeze felt good as it cooled my heated flesh. Since I hadn’t been home, I missed the simple pleasure of fucking on my terrace. The thought that someone could be watching did something wicked to my libido and caused me to become as wet as the ocean.
Jordan removed my bra and panties. I stood before him naked. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he complimented. I admiringly watched as he took off his clothing, revealing the breathtaking sculpture that was his body. None of Michelangelo’s statues could compare to what was standing before me.
My breasts were perky and my nipples hardened at his touch. He turned me around, raised my flowing hair from around my shoulders and neck before making a trail of kisses that stopped at my buttocks. Jordan leaned me over the lounge and spread my legs, pressing his lips against my naked flesh. He kissed the insides of my thighs and suckled on my plump love lips before diving between licking me ferociously with the tip of his tongue. My wetness percolated as I rode his face hard, trying to take in as much of it as I could.
Jordan marveled at how wonderful my pussy felt and tasted on his tongue. He abandoned my saturated goodness long enough to make a demand. “Scream my name,” he ordered.
“Jordan,” I said, but not enthusiastically enough for him.
He smacked me my on my ass and began massaging my clit between his forefinger and thumb. “I said, say my name, bitch!”
“Aww, yeah! Jordan! Joooordan!” I screamed with the release I needed, but he wasn’t done with me yet. His fingers reconnected with my engorged and sensitive clit with his tongue joining in on the party for what seemed to go on forever. I moaned and squirmed, trying to get away as he continued without mercy to feast on me.
“Yes, Jordan! Oh my gawd, yes!” I shouted as hot cum squirted hard onto his tongue when I exploded into his mouth with the force of a hurricane.
I turned over and grabbed his dick to return the favor. His large balls were hanging low, heavy with cum. I didn’t neglect them as I massaged, licked and sucked him into nearly a state of unconsciousness.
He threw his head back and closed his eyes, trying to prolong the inevitable. “Ahh! Shh . . .”
Jordan pushed me back, pulling me along by the ankles so my pussy could meet him halfway. He angled himself on top, straddling me with his huge, fat dick pressed against the opening of my slit. I took ahold of his magic stick and massaged it before welcoming it inside of my paradise. Jordan moved in and out with ease at a steady rhythm before picking up the pace and showing me who was really the boss. My head moved from side to side as he began kissing my shoulders and sucking my breasts. I pushed myself up with my arms, so that he could have better access to my perky, yet voluptuous round fruits. My nipples became even fuller and harder in his juicy, hot mouth. I met him stroke for stroke, wrapping my legs around his waist. He was definitely giving me something that I could feel with the phenomenon of his magnificent and always pleasurable dick. My hands roamed over his exquisite, sweat-soaked body. Oh my God, he felt so warm, drenched and smooth to the touch. I leaned back and raised my legs high into a “V” shape. He never lost the momentum as he continued to plow me like a field hand would his crop.
“Harder! Hurt me, daddy. Yes, like that! Oh Jordan, yes, fuck me like your life depends on it!”
Jordan grunted, trying to hold back, but he was clearly losing the battle. The wetness my hot love tunnel had produced wouldn’t be denied mixing with his sweet, creamy nectar, no matter how hard he tried to control the situation.
“Damn . . . didn’t I . . . ever . . . tell you . . . aww!!!” he roared like a lion as he exploded deep within me.
I wasn’t too far behind when the sweet satisfaction of being fucked royally trounced me, making this time in Paris really unforgettable.
Chapter 39
The night had a chill in the air due to the relentless rain that fell for almost a week straight. It wasn’t the best condition to be scaling glass in, but they would have to make due. Snake had prayed for the best concerning him and his friends’ safety, but prepared for the worst since he was dealing with a slime ball like Easter, not to mention his own treachery.
After being dropped off by taxi, Snake met Novikov, Easter and crew at the designated spot to commit the biggest heist of the century, if it was a success. He was ready to get the job done so he wouldn’t have to see Easter’s conniving face or any other person he deemed as an enemy ever again in life. Being the fool that he was, Easter either didn’t realize or maybe he just didn’t give a damn that he had not only put Jordan’s life in jeopardy with the Bangkok job, but his and Seven’s as well. For that reason alone, Snake was going to take pleasure
in watching the midget try and squirm his way out of this one. Unlike Jordan, The Collector wasn’t going to be as forgiving—not after helplessly listening in agony as his award-winning pianist son’s hands were being broken. No, he wasn’t going to be in the mood to hear Easter’s reasoning on why he was handing him invaluable prints instead of the real deal.
He would, however, refer back to the information given to him months prior after having Easter investigated. He’d learned of his underhanded schemes after receiving an anonymous packet detailing his betrayal on the Bangkok job and others. That was all The Collector needed to know that Easter was not to be trusted. Besides, being born with a silver spoon in his mouth, The Collector had acquired most of his fortune through means of blackmail, intimidation, and other unscrupulous methods. Having some want-to-be-runt like Easter undermine him wasn’t happening.
Snake walked over and shook everyone’s hands. Easter was dressed to work in all black as discussed, until Snake peeped his Evolv Defy climbing shoes.
“How in the hell are you not going to stand out in snakeskin shoes?” Snake pointed out.
Easter gladly showed off his kicks. “I had them specially made for this assignment. This job will always be linked to the mysterious thief in snakeskin shoes.”
Delilah stepped forth and inspected the kicks. “Specially made as in the person who designed them will know who to point the finger at. Oh my gawd . . . how could you be so—” She shook her head at Easter’s obvious stupidity. “Let’s just get this over with, please.”
The other two men, one being Kirk, who’d made fun of Easter’s height the day before, laughed unashamedly at his expense. “Good thing you’re not scaling that son-of-a-bitch with us in those ridiculous shits.”
Before Easter could speak on his behalf, Snake put an end to what would otherwise have turned into something else and messed up everything. He also made a mental note on how Easter emphasized snakeskin shoes. “Delilah’s right; let’s stop bickering like little schoolgirls and get this show on the road.”
Easter walked over to one of the black vans and climbed in. He had Giovanna already seated on the passenger side waiting patiently for him. The others followed Snake to the other van. After Easter had driven off, two more shadows emerged. The facades were replaced with happy greetings all around.
“Tarantulaaaaa!” Kirk practically sang.
“How’s it going, my man?” Jordan gave him and the other guys dap.
“This is going to be . . . umm, candy . . . umm, yes. Candy and babies!” Novikov kidded, and although he said the phrase wrong, everyone got his point.
“Easter could definitely go for a baby dressed like a miniature pimp,” Jordan chided as they got inside of the waiting van. “Oh, and good work on those hands, by the way, Jim. The Collector is out for blood already, but when he gets those prints . . . watch out.”
“I felt like I was breaking my mother’s favorite crystal vase,” Jim responded with an undetected wink by anyone but Jordan. “I happen to like his music. Pity he’s going to be out of commission for a while.”
“Our little buddy Easter is in for one rough night,” Stephan threw in for good measure.
Everyone laughed as they thought about Easter’s impending demise.
• • •
As they were traveling down Boulevard du Palais, Snake lowered the petition and saw that the switch had been made. Delilah was the only member from Easter’s original and so-called hand-picked crew that would be seen by him once they made it to the location. The other two were replaced by Jordan and Jim. When the coast was clear, Kirk and Stephan would join them on the ambush point. Kirk would rejoin the others after taking care of the guards and construction workers since Easter was expecting to see five people scaling the Louvre. Stephan would assist Jim on the ground. It didn’t take much for Snake to convince Easter that using his crew was the smartest way to go to avoid ego trips, and most importantly, screwups.
Seven and I were a few hours ahead of everyone involved in the take. They were in another Sprinter van equipped with computers and other high-tech gadgets. Seven made it a point to stop every so often, once they were within sight of the museum, to place projection portals. When she pulled into the bushy area that would provide the security she needed to be undetectable, Seven killed the engine and turned off the headlights.
She placed a reassuring hand on my leg and gave me a cell phone. “Bianca, I hope you remember everything we’ve been going over because this is it. Now, go to the back and look at the monitors so you can tell me how things are focusing in from this end. I’m going to need clear visuals to make sure everything is copasetic while communicating with Jim and Stephan, who’ll be working from the outside.” After making sure I understood what was needed, she jumped out of the van with a large bag to do her part in putting the final pieces in place.
• • •
Two black Mercedes-Benz Sprinter vans pulled into the dark foliage on the side of the repair zone of the museum. Snake got out first and the rest of the crew spilled out of the other vehicle shortly afterward. Easter and his beautiful companion met up with them at the halfway mark between the vans.
Easter was overly anxious as the words, “Carpe Diem,” slithered quietly from his lips. He’d planned to do just that, seize the day . . . and the take.
“All right, gents and . . . lady. This is it! No turning back or getting cold feet. It’s do-or-die time.”
“Enough with the stupid sayings already,” Delilah retorted.
Easter was put off being told to basically shut up. Especially in front of his woman. “As I was saying, let’s get the job done.”
Everyone turned in the direction of another set of headlights coming their way. Snake withdrew his gun, but Easter calmed him.
“Relax, my friend. It’s just Tony and Johnny, my hired guns for the night.”
Although Snake knew that already, he was putting a little extra on it for Easter’s benefit.
“Sorry we’re late, but we’re here now,” Johnny explained nonchalantly.
“Remember you’re on my dime and I won’t tolerate anything less than your best,” Easter countered as though he were putting the two big guys in their places.
“Sorry, Easter, but it wasn’t the easiest thing driving a car through the marsh.” Tony tried to quell the tension that was thickening the air.
“Maybe if you two overgrown apes had gotten a sports utility or an off-road vehicle to transport your fat asses, it wouldn’t have been as hard. I told you that a car wouldn’t be wise because of the rain. What if it had gotten stuck in the mud? Then what?”
“But it didn’t. Now, can we get this done instead of standing here arguing over what-ifs?” Snake’s agitation was showing even in the darkness of night.
For that reason, Easter decided not to make a big deal out of Tony’s and Johnny’s tardiness. “Okay . . .” he conceded. “But before we begin, I’d like to say a prayer.”
“Are you for real?” Delilah was two minutes from getting back inside of the van. “We are about to steal, not sell Girl Scout cookies, and you want God’s blessings. Let’s go. Let’s go now, before I change my fucking mind!”
“Have you forgotten who is in charge?” Giovanna challenged Delilah.
“Have you not been told that I’ll rip every strand of hair out of your fucking head without breaking a sweat or a nail?” Delilah threw back at Giovanna.
“Ladies! Ladies! Although I’m sure us men will be thoroughly entertained, now is not the time for a catfight. Giovanna, please go back and wait for me in the van, sweetheart.”
Giovanna stood for a minute longer, wearing a scowl on her pretty face. She weighed her options to either take the woman who dared challenge her out or get in the van. Finally, she relented—somewhat. “You do not know who you speak to, Beautiful.”
“Beautiful? Is this bitch for real?” Delilah pointed after her newly made nemesis, but no one answered as they got in position.
Chapt
er 40
The Louvre Job
Jim gave Seven the signal all was clear on his end. Through a well-hidden camera, Seven spied two middle-aged guards as they casually walked the museum oblivious to what was going on as they were deeply involved in their conversation. One of them was smoking a smokeless pipe while engaging in a heavy dispute with his coworker. Through technology, she gave the crew the go-ahead as she coordinated with Jim and Stephan.
Their intended target loomed largely ahead. It was four o’clock in the morning, dense fog, and thankfully, minimal life in the vicinity of one of the world’s greatest treasures. They would be practically invisible to the naked eye, which worked to their advantage in more ways than one. After receiving Seven’s signal, Jordan and his crew took in the sight of the guards and workers standing outside and around the construction site. On cue, he gestured the signal and one by one, each person fell, holding onto their necks upon impact of the tranquilizing dart with no time to respond for help. After making sure each man was down, they all ran toward their mark and got into position to conquer it.
Before doing any scaling, they covered the grounds to make sure there were no lingering people they missed. Novikov took down two more guards as Delilah got a construction worker who was crawling toward the vehicles to call for help. Snake called “clear” on his end, followed by Jordan and Kirk. They all met back at the rendezvous point ready to get the job done.
• • •
Like his namesake, The Tarantula, Jordan inched his way up the steel and glass surface of the museum with little to no effort on his part. The rest of the team followed, dressed in all black and wearing sleek visored helmets that concealed their faces. They all carried oblong backpacks and climbing ropes. Lightweight tool belts adorned their waists and harnesses across their backs. Everyone was sporting night-vision goggles. Since he wasn’t as agile as the rest, Jim, along with Stephan, stayed on the ground, hidden from Easter’s prying eyes. Their job was to assist Seven with any unforeseen issues that might arise.
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