“You can make out the edge of the wall around the docks down at the end of the street there,” I said, raising my chin toward it. “The entrance is just to the right. We should see the truck carrying Colt’s cargo well before it gets here.”
“Assuming you were right about him avoiding the Black Jacks’ area,” Wylder said, his voice hard again. “You’d better hope your expert advice didn’t screw this up for us, Princess.”
It’d used to irritate me when he called me Kitty Cat. Now I wished he’d go back to it.
“I still contributed more to this plan than you did, Prince Noble,” I shot back.
“I’m sure we’ll have a better chance regardless if we’re focused on the plan rather than jumping down each other’s throats,” Rowan said in the mild way he had that made any argument seem silly.
Wylder let out a faint growl, but he shut his mouth after that. I couldn’t help remembering how much I’d wanted to deep-throat a certain part of him just a few days ago. A flush I didn’t approve of at all swept through my body.
Even if it’d turned Wylder into an even more epic prick than before, it’d still been an amazing fuck.
A boom thundered in the distance. My head jerked toward the rearview mirror, but I couldn’t see anything out there.
“That must be Kaige,” Wylder said with a satisfied air.
Explosions—right. It’d definitely been audible here but far enough away that we could hope the cops would be out of hearing range of anything we got up to once they followed Kaige on his little chase.
Another boom reached my ears, this one even more distant. I strained my hearing, listening for another. A random car rumbled past us down the street. Hinges creaked somewhere nearby. I must have been braced there several minutes when a huge figure emerged from the darkness and yanked open the door across from me.
My heart just about flipped over before I recognized Kaige. He was grinning like he’d never stopped from the moment he left the car, which maybe he hadn’t. “Mission accomplished,” he announced, sliding into the seat.
A curiosity I couldn’t deny tugged at me. “What did you blow up?”
He chuckled. “A few cars. Rich asshole types like we normally drive, so I’m sure the owners deserved it.”
Wylder snorted. “How Robin Hood of you.”
“Hey, gotta think of the common people.”
Rowan raised his hand to catch our attention. “Movement,” he said, motioning to the windshield.
A beige delivery truck rounded the corner several blocks away. We all tensed in our seats, Rowan’s hands tightening around the steering wheel, Wylder getting out his gun.
“Get ready,” the Noble heir told the other car over his phone. Then he swiveled to look at me. “Since you’re only here to share your insights, you stay in the car unless it’s absolutely necessary. I don’t want you getting in the way. Understood?”
I bristled, but the truth was, he had a bit of a point. I’d never been allowed to be part of any of the operations my father had run. I didn’t have anywhere near the level of experience these guys had in this kind of organized mission, even if I could hold my own in a fight.
“Fine,” I bit out. “But the second it looks like you need me out there, I’m jumping in.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I highly doubt we’ll need you,” he drawled.
I resisted the urge to smack the back of his arrogant head, only for the sake of not screwing up the operation.
The truck drove on toward us. I braced myself for it to take an unexpected turn and for Wylder to snark at me as we course-corrected, but the vehicle stayed on the route we’d expected. As it reached us, I found myself holding my breath.
The second it passed us, the guys sprang out of the car. At the same moment, the other Noble car tore into the middle of the road, blocking the truck’s path.
The driver tried to veer around them and then lurched to a halt at an angle. Wylder and the others dashed over. Shouts echoed through the street, followed by a sputter of gunfire.
I peered through the rearview window, watching the bodies fade in and out of the shadows. Had they gotten everyone in the truck? Was it already over?
A creeping sensation ran up my arms. That seemed too easy.
But it appeared that we really were done already. Wylder came into view by the back of the truck with a pleased smirk. He raised the door to the cargo area and hopped in to check out the goods.
Since the danger appeared to be over, I figured he couldn’t snark too much about me joining them now. Keeping my gun in my hand out of caution, I stepped out of the car and walked over. “What were they bringing in?” I asked.