These fools have no idea who theyâre messing with. I chuckle to myself as I work through my preparations. I know all about their plans for the grounds tonight and the clubhouse tomorrow. They think they have this in the bag, but Iâm gonna make them work for it. Throw them off the scent, as it were.
By the time I have everything in order, Iâm practically giddy with excitement. I wish I could be here to see their faces. Except, that would arouse suspicion, and this will give me a chance to work on my other goals. Snatching Sage and getting rid of Izzy. I tried shooting them both but that didnât work. The drugs didnât take out Izzy like they should have, however I have a few more tricks up my sleeves.
I make it back to my room, but stop when I realize thereâs a message on my phone.
. I recognize Dmitriâs number and listen to his order to call him back. I quickly jam the cameras, just in case someone is watching or listening, before I call him back.
When he answers, heâs terse. âWhere are they?â
I donât need to guess who heâs talking about. âIâm working on it.â
Heâs silent on the other end, but his anger is palpable. I should probably worry, especially since Dmitri isnât one you piss off unless you like sleeping with the fishes, or whatever that saying is. Finally, he says, âI suggest you work faster. Or I will take over. And we both know that you and your club wonât come out of that alive.â
Then he hangs up, and I fight the urge to throw the phone across the room. I canât have Dmitri fucking up my plans. Let these assholes search the clubhouse, because itâs not going to help them. Itâll only confuse them more.