Taken by the Greek Billionaire (2 page)
Their marks.
Each
of them handpicked.
And each sister thought it at the same time, though none said it,
because it barely needed saying.
These
men have no idea what they have coming….
Chapter One
Penny checked over her tools, careful to make sure she had
everything she could possibly need. There could be nothing more shameful then
getting all the way to Demetrious’ house and realizing she’d forgotten the
right size pick. Her sisters would never let her live it down. Damn right, too.
Penny was a professional. And professionals always had the tools they needed
for the job.
She smiled slightly as she picked up her super slim line black torch
and added it to her waist bag—an amazing creation hand sewn by Rachel. Yes, she
thought, the right tools for the job were important.
Lyra’s
tools were her endless legs and her seductive ways. Rachel’s were her innocent
eyes and her perfect blonde locks. Penny’s alone did not require her body to
get the job done. She moved the torch slightly in the waist bag so that it was
lying flat and shook her head slightly. No, that wasn’t true. Though she
wouldn’t be using it the way the others would, her tools required just as much
work. Nimble hands, flexibility, and above all quick thinking. Sure she
wouldn’t be sending her mark scorching looks or spreading honey, but Rachel had
been right to worry about Penny’s mission. After all, breaking into the home of
one of the wealthiest men in
neighborhood but still….
Sebastian Demetrious.
Penny sighed and pictured his image in her mind. An easy feat,
she’d looked at his picture so many times it felt like his features were burned
into her synapses. In fact, and though she would
never
admit it to her sisters, she’d done more than look. Late at
night, alone in the flat, fingers in her pants, it was his image that
constantly came to mind—ever since they’d concocted their plan. And though she
tried to shrug it off, searching instead for other shadowy faces to replace his
in her fantasies, it never happened.
She fantasized about
him
.
Often.
Too often.
But then was it
really a surprise? The moment she’d seen his picture something had jolted
inside of her and though she’d managed to hide it from her sisters it had
bothered her. Penny so did not want to be attracted to the man she was planning
to thieve from. Not that he’d know. It wasn’t like she was even going to see
him, but still it felt weird.
She sighed and tried to banish the image. Her mind refused to
comply, locking instead on one shot she had of him leaving his office. His
black, slightly curly hair had been tousled by the wind, a phone in his hand, a
briefcase in the other…. The fact that he was hot was not in doubt.
Everything about him screamed sex.
His angular face, his
chocolate eyes, not to mention a body that would make even Rachel
weep
. In all the pictures she had of him—and she had a
lot—he wore business suits. They fitted to his lithe, muscular frame, making
him looked powerful and imposing. Penny could well imagine what he would look
like naked.
Scrumptious.
Another sigh and she shook her head. The fact that he was a rich
bastard couldn’t be doubted either. And rich men were always one thing above
any other.
Arrogant.
And selfish
, her overactive synapses piped up. Because how else
could anyone make such huge amounts of cash if they weren’t?
Hot or not, selfish or not, in the end it made no difference to her
mission, Penny thought as she placed her electronic lock picks into the bag,
for the back door only of course. Demetrious’ safe would be a darn sight more
sophisticated. For that she needed her tablet. Penny gently lifted the wondrous
device, smiling now as she ran a finger along its black edge. She’d had to
break into the local politician’s house to afford not only the device but the
software it required to get around Demetrious’ system. Still he was corrupt,
stealing money from the local residents who needed it a damn sight more than he
did, and the tablet was a magnificent thing. She smiled again as she placed it
alongside her more conventional tools in the waist bag.
“Picks, torch, tablet, laser….” She muttered off the list as she
zipped the various compartments shut. Rachel had done something to minimize the
noise of them being opened and Penny once again sent a silent thank you to the
only one of the three of them that even knew how to thread a damn needle.
Once everything was shut up nice and tight Penny rocked back onto
her heels, her bare feet digging slightly into her butt cheeks. It was time to
get changed. She made her way into their bedroom with her waist bag in hand,
hardly a distance; it was right next to the living area-come-kitchen. But then
their whole flat could fit into Demetrious lobby, and as that thought burned
her resolve increased.
She dropped the bag onto her unmade bed and walked precisely a step
and a half to where three garment bags hung off the rickety wardrobe. Only hers
held anything now.
Lyra
and Rachel had emptied theirs
earlier in the day. Only she had to wait for night to fall before she could
begin her mission. But hers would be over in no time, she thought, and the
funds she secured would get the building they needed. After that it was up to
her sisters to do the rest.
Penny unzipped the black garment bag and pulled out her bodysuit.
Made of spandex, it molded to her lean frame. From ankles to neck it covered
everything, leaving only her hands, feet, and face bare. There were other
things in the garment bag for those though. She slipped off her jeans and tee,
leaving just her panties on, then wiggled into the bodysuit. It was super
stretchy and she pulled on the legs a little until it fitted her just right
around her crotch.
A quick glance in the full length mirror next to the wardrobe to
check everything looked okay made her smile slightly. “You look like
Catwoman
,” she said aloud, then almost laughed at her
stupidity.
Catwoman
could do this job with her eyes
closed. For Penny it was going to be a damn sight trickier.
She sat down on her bed to pull on her black socks and lightweight
black sneakers—not laced of course. Slipping over trailing laces was a rookie
mistake that Penny hadn’t made in years. The bottom of the bodysuit hooked over
the sneakers, giving a seamless look, and Penny lifted each leg perfectly
straight in front of her to put them in place. Once done, she clipped the waist
bag over the bodysuit, where it hung perfectly just above her hip bones.
“Nearly there,” she muttered, straightening up. Next
came
the gloves. As thin as she’d been able to find, they
would not impede her movements at all. Penny had sort of wanted leather, more
because of the cool factor than anything else, but leather gloves would be
asking for trouble. They would make her palms sweat and then she’d get clumsy. And
clumsy meant one thing only…the wail of sirens.
The last thing she would wear tonight was a black ninja style
balaclava. Penny took it from the bottom of the garment bag and stuffed it in
the spare pocket of her waist bag. It left only her eyes free and completed the
outfit. But it wouldn’t be put on yet. Walking through the streets of London
looking like she’d stepped out of
Charlie’s
Angels
would be about as stupid as the leather gloves, and Penny grinned as
she grabbed a long denim jacket to wear over her body suit.
There all done. The only thing that remained was to pull her hair
into a tight lacquered braid and she could be on her way. She should be pleased,
she thought. All her preparations were complete. Only Penny wasn’t, and that
shocked the hell out of her. For the first time since
she
,
Rachel, and
Lyra
had come up with their plan she felt
a twinge of nerves. Not full blown, she wouldn’t allow that, but there was
definitely something.
A sort of stirring low in her belly.
She shut her eyes tightly and took a deep breath. It was the
pressure, pushing her into feeling shaky. She had to bank it down. If she
fucked up it would mess up her sisters’ missions, and that could
not
be allowed to happen! It couldn’t. “There’s
no time for this,” she said aloud, her words echoing in their tiny bedroom.
Her eyes snapped open, gaze travelling to Rachel’s bed, which of
course was tidy in the extreme. The pink patchwork bedspread
Lyra
had bought her two Christmases ago lay perfectly
straight and smoothed out. The knick knacks on her bedside cabinet were all
lined up properly. One was a miniature, chocolate colored bear that Penny had
given her for her eighteenth birthday. It clutched a little posy of flowers
with a tiny sign saying,
Rachel Rocks
.
Penny could remember seeing it in the market and though she’d been short of
cash she’d grabbed the bear. The hours walk to work the next couple of days had
been more than worth the smile Rachel had given her.
Her gaze moved onto
Lyra’s
bed. Her king
size duvet—far too big for a single—scrunched up in the middle—was like a large
snowdrift. Her bedside cabinet was stacked with a pile of books so high they
could topple at any moment. Penny read the titles off almost absently.
The
Iliad
.
Lyra
loved her classics and read them over
and over again.
Finally Penny turned to look at her own bed. The bright blue duvet was
haphazardly thrown across the mattress, her pillows scrunched into a tight
ball, her ancient iPod ear buds trailing from the behind them. Her bedside
cabinet was stacked with romance books, most bought from charity shops. Though
her sisters laughed at her reading choices Penny knew they often grabbed a
couple themselves to devour.
How different they all were, yet how alike.
Penny felt her sisters’ absence keenly in that moment and had to
take a deep breath to steady
herself
. “They’re doing
their part,” she said.
“Time to do yours.”
She imagined Rachel had already begun.
Lyra
was about to start, and all their work would be pointless if she didn’t succeed—they
had to secure that building. So it was her turn now. She stood up and shrugged
the denim jacket on, buttoning it at the front to cover her waist bag. She’d
discard it once she got on point, and it had only cost one pound fifty from the
local used clothing store—so it wasn’t wasteful really.
“In a couple of hours this will all be over,” she whispered as she
left the room, patting her waist bag for reassurance. “You’ll have done your
part and then it’ll be up to your sisters.
Just a couple of
hours.”
Lyra’s
words of
earlier echoed in her mind then, as if her sister was standing right next to
her.
Yes, sweetie, and then everything
will change.
Chapter Two
“What do you mean you’re not going?”
Sebastian Demetrious sighed into his Blackberry, not wanting to have
this conversation at all, yet knowing it was unavoidable. “Exactly as I said,”
he replied. “I will not be going.”
The person at the other end of the Blackberry, his Uncle
Gosta
, sucked in what Sebastian assumed was a shocked
breath. “But, Sebastian, you’ve gone every year.
Theos
,
for five years without fail you have never missed this,” he
spluttered. “Everyone is expecting you. Lady Williams is counting down the
moments until your arrival, which should have been over an hour ago….”
Sebastian ran a hand through his
shortish
black locks, thinking it was probably time to get it cut again. He was Greek
and so his hair had a tendency to curl. He could only allow it to grow an inch
or so before it started to do so, and it was pushing beyond that right now.
“Five years is enough,” he said, pulling the keys from the ignition of his
merc
and mentally booking an appointment with his barber.
“I have of course sent a sizeable donation in support of the event, but I see
no need to personally attend it myself.”
“Then who will go to represent the family?”
Gosta
asked. “Someone has to, you know they do, and as I said the party started an
hour ago, they’ll be sitting down to dinner soon.”
Sebastian bit back the words he wanted to say, namely,
I don’t fucking care
. “Whoever you
think,
Gosta
.”
The older man sighed. “Hardly anyone will be available at such short
notice!”
“I’m sure you can find someone to sit down to a five hundred pound a
head meal.”
There was silence for a moment and then, “I cannot change your mind?
You have just arrived home, yes? You’re only ten minutes away in that beast you
call a car. You could be there in no time.”