Chapter 30
Atlas
Kitten was taking a much-needed nap while I waited for everyone to arrive.
We had an assignment later this evening and needed to map out the plan.
I thought about leaving Kitten locked up in her room while I was gone.
Joey has a new love interest and has had his head stuck up the guy's ass these past couple of weeks.
Zach could stay here, too. I could leave him in charge of her while I was out. He can work from the computer in my office tracking our target if we lose him. The whole hit shouldn't take over two hours, tops.
We know his current location because Yara has been watching him for the last few days, but that doesn't mean he won't change course.
He shouldn't have pissed off his boss by selling the girls he kidnapped to a rival trafficker.
Because of his stupidity, he would be a dead man tonight.
The hit on him paid five hundred thousand dollars.
I'm not strapped for cash, but I want to keep growing my finances. With a beautiful girl to feed, clothe, and care for, the more money I have, the better I will feel.
I have been considering retiring for the past year, but I would miss the thrill of the chase. Even though Kitlyn excites me beyond measure, it isn't the same feeling as killing someone, and I have no intention of taking her life. I can barely breathe when she isn't with me.
I sound like a fucking pathetic loser, but it’s the truth. I enjoy her company as much as I love fucking her. She brings out the worst and best in me. A loud knock brought me back to the present. I looked at the door cam. It's the shady bunch.
I am shocked that they all showed up at the same time. My brother was looking straight into the lens, making fucked-up faces at me. He is such a clown. He knows about Kitten but hasn’t met her yet. I shook my head as I unlocked the door with the remote and let them in.
Yara had on shorts that almost went up her ass and a see-through tan tank top that left nothing to the imagination. She wasn't wearing a fucking bra, showing off her tits. Her nipples were dark, and you could see them as if she were standing in the room completely topless.
My brother wore jeans with a sleeveless tee shirt, showing off his lean, muscular arms. Unlike me, he didn't have any ink.
His hair is as dark as mine, and his eyes are light blue.
I am six-six, and he is six feet even. He isn't hurting for female companionship, that's for sure.
For a minute, I felt a little worried about him meeting Kitten, but then I calmed myself.
He is eye candy for many ladies, but he isn't as handsome as I am. I almost laughed out loud at the thought. Here I was, jealous of my younger brother over my pet.
This is the shit I am talking about. I am so possessive of the little witch that I worry about my brother being around her, and it drives me up the wall.
I have never thought like that before. At least with Joey and his good looks, he is gay, so there is nothing to worry about there. He also has the same dark hair as me and Zach, and he is six foot one with hazel eyes. He isn't as muscular as Zach and me, but he holds his own.
Jacob was also tall and intimidating. Standing at about six- foot-two, he is also muscular. He is handsome in his own right. He's not as good-looking as me and Zach, but he isn't desperate for female attention either.
His hair is dark brown, and his eyes are hazel. He wore jeans, and his black tank showed off his inkless, sculpted arms.
I looked at Yara as she sat on the island in the kitchen. I stared at her for a minute.
"What the hell are you wearing? I hope you aren't in that getup tonight when we take out our target. It is too distracting. I don't want too many men surrounding you, only one…our victim." She smiled as she looked down at her chest.
"Oh, come on, Atlas. It's just a pair of fucking tits, and besides, I am almost flat-chested. Who the hell cares? I am comfortable, and it's hot as balls outside. I will wear more appropriate attire when I meet you later."
She scanned the room, then looked at me with a confused expression. "Where is your little project?"
Zach took a seat next to her, gawking at her tits. He has no shame at all. It must run in the family. I ran my fingers through my hair, frowning at Yara.
Jacob sat across from her, paying no attention to the free titty show displayed before him.
I glared at Yara, not feeling too pleased with her right now.
“For one, Kitlyn is not my project, but my guest. She is sleeping. She was exhausted and needed to take a nap.”
"Yara laughed, grinning from ear to ear.
"Tell me, Atlas, do you bottle-feed her too?"
Zach threw his head back, snorting, while Jacob sat quietly.
He was a lot like me. He masked his emotions most of the time. No one could guess what he was thinking. I didn't find Yara’s remark funny at all. I won't stand for anyone making jokes at Kit’s expense. I scowled at her, showing my anger.
"Let's get off the subject of my life and Kitlyn. What I do with her is no one at this table’s concern. She is with me because I want her here, and if anyone disagrees with my tactics, that's tough shit. Don't piss me off!"
Yara cleared her throat and looked at the floor while Zach kept grinning at me like an idiot, knowing I wouldn't be as harsh with him as I would be with her. Jacob, as always, kept silent. I sat on the chair at the table opposite the Island and straightened my shoulders, scowling at Zach and Yara.
My glare wasn't pleasant.
It was a warning for them to stay in their own lane.
Zach laughed, pointing to the corner of the table.
"Nice handcuffs, Atlas. Are they for the girl?"
I looked at the cuffs, not bothering to remove them. I didn't put them there. They aren't even a pair that I owned. Kitten's wrists would fall right out of them. They had to be Joey's. He must have forgotten them.
I smiled to myself.
The kinky little bastard.
I wanted the meeting to end as quickly as possible. There were other things that also needed my attention. I looked at my brother, ignoring his remark.
"Let's get to the point, shall we? Zach, I need you to keep track of our target."
My brother looked like he was bored, but I just ignored him. There was no need to get into a pissing contest with him.
I turned my attention to Yara.
"You placed the GPS tracker under his car last night, so we know his location. Once Zach sends us the information, and we arrive at our destination, you will make yourself visible, acting na?ve as usual, and the trafficker will pounce on you like a hungry bear. They always do."
Unlike my annoying brother, Yara listened to my instructions—at least she was paying attention. I turned to Jacob. “You are my backup in case something goes wrong. You’ll stay close to me until the target is in my sight. If I miss, you will take over.”
Jacob nodded. “Got it, boss.”
I looked back at Yara, who sat quietly.
I was precise and right to the point.
"Make sure he doesn't feel the need to use any drugs on you.
Chat him up, making him believe you are an easy target, and offer to leave with him so he doesn't have to force you to get into his car.
I will be locked and loaded once both of you are outside near the vehicle.
You will bend over, saying you need to fix the strap on your shoe. "
She nodded as I continued going over the plans.
"I will fire at him, taking him out. If I miss, Jacob will replace me. You will quietly walk to my car and get in. The cleanup crew will be right behind us, ready to remove his body and make the area look shiny and new, as though a murder never took place."
My tone took on a more serious note.
“Make sure you have your firearm strapped to your thigh, like always, just in case you need it. Are we all clear and concise about the plan?"
Zach was still stealing glances at Yara's chest while nodding his head. I wonder if he even heard a fucking word I said. Damn Yara and her bullshit. Either she didn't notice Zach was drooling over her, or she didn't care. Unlike my sibling, she gave me her undivided attention.
Jacob was watching Zach steal glances at Yara’s tits. He couldn’t hold back his smile.
I looked at my perverted brother.
"So, you got all that, Zach? Are we good?"
He looked at me innocently, with a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Of course I do. We have done this same scene multiple times over the years. No need to worry. I got this."
I continued drilling him.
"Well, I want to make sure you're paying attention. These missions aren't child’s play. If you stopped staring at Yara's tits for a minute, then I could take you seriously. Pay attention!"
Zach stretched his arms over his head, yawning.
"Honestly, Atlas, you need to learn how to decompress. I don't know why you are so uptight all the time."
I looked at my brother, feeling frustrated. I wanted to strangle him. If he were anyone else, I might have.
"Just pay attention and stop being a smartass. This meeting is over if everyone knows their role and agrees."
A slight movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked over at the doorway to the den and saw Kitten standing there with a look of shock on her face.
My lips curved upward, smiling. At least she put on something decent, but she knew I was expecting company. Her long, wavy hair was hanging loosely down her back, totally unruly and messy.
I know I bought her a few brushes, but maybe she was too tired to lift one. I almost chuckled at the thought. Even with messy hair, she still looked fabulous.
The ivory sundress she had on hugged her curves tightly, but unlike Yara over here, I couldn't see her tits through the fabric. She wore a bra to hold in her buxom boobs. I had to stop thinking about her body, or I was going to pop a tent right here in front of everyone.
I cleared my throat.
“Are you feeling better, Kitten?"