Chapter 9
“Seriously? That’s the stupidest plan I’ve ever heard.” Usually, my brother is smarter than this.
He rolls his eyes, “No. It’s perfect. Plus, it follows your plan. We start giving her freedoms and just monitor it. She’ll think we’re being nice, and then, bam, she’ll fall for us in no time.”
I look around the room like there’s someone else he’s speaking to before pointing at myself, “My plan? I don’t have a plan.”
His head tilts to the side, and he stares at me for an uncomfortably long time, “The whole Stockholm thing. It was a great idea to start with food. Then you topped it by fucking her for like an entire night. I never knew you could be so devious.”
I blink down at my shoes. I should tell him none of it was part of a plan, but my brother has never praised me for being a criminal mastermind before. “Umm… Yeah. She’s totally going to fall for it. My master plan is solid.”
He nods and pulls out her phone and laptop, “We’ll install some spyware to make sure she follows the rules and give it back to her.”
I nod my head, “What are the rules?”
“Don’t try to escape or tell people we’re criminals.”
It’s a little simple, but I guess that works. “Okay. You figure out the tech stuff, and I’m going to go start dinner.”
On Monday morning, Vin has Harper’s phone and computer all set up. He meets us in the kitchen before we leave for her classes. He slides them across the counter to her. Getting the laptop before class isn’t unusual, but the phone is. She furrows her brows at it and looks up at him.
“We decided that you can be trusted with it. However, we are monitoring it. The rules are: no trying to escape and keep our criminal activity a secret.” Vin explains firmly.
Harper picks them up slowly and puts them away in her bag. Looking back up, her eyes dart between us, “Thank you.”
Vin leans forward and taps his lips, “Now, come give me a kiss before you leave, to show your gratitude.”
Harper frowns, but surprises the hell out of me when she rounds the island and stands on her tip-toes for Vin to kiss her.
I’m pretty sure she was expecting a peck, because she dropped to her feet once their lips met.
But then Vin’s arms wrap around her back, and he presses his lips to hers once more.
Her head tilts back as their kiss deepens.
My dick thinks this is a great time to try and convince me that we should join in. The kiss is already ending, though. Vin’s hand snakes down and squeezes Harper’s ass. She moans as he pulls his mouth away from hers. “Now, be a good little hostage, and go to school.”
Harper’s fingers lift to her lips, and she nods. We walk out of the kitchen side by side, and she doesn’t say anything. Maybe Vin is right about this whole Stockholm thing. He just convinced Miss. Fuck and Duck to give him a goodbye kiss.
Now… how do I convince her to give me one, too?