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opened
his eyes, staring in confusion at him, then glancing at the pillow
that was partially over his face.
    “ Why the fuck
were ye licking yer pillow?”
    “ More to the
point, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” Xavier threw the
pillow behind his head and used the back of his hand to wipe the
drool that had somehow been on his chin.  
    “ Ye woke me
up, wi’ yer moans and strange noises. Ah thought at first ye were
being attacked!”
    It was then
that Shuggie noticed, approximately two and three quarters of a
second before Xavier did, that his Commander was sporting a two man
tent under his sheets.  That was Shuggie’s cue to get the hell
out of there.
    “ Just get tae
sleep fucksakes. Ye were loud enough tae wake the undead!” It was
difficult to tell who was more embarrassed, but from where Shuggie
was standing, he reckoned it was definitely him.
    Xavier
blinked, then scrubbed his face with a hand as he lay in the dark,
half dazed and trying to figure out what the fuck had just
happened. He must have been dreaming of the female who tried
to run him off the road the day before — Friera. Yes, Friera, the
little pocket rocket.  And whilst he was dreaming, he must
have been talking in his sleep, which had woke Shuggie from his
death sleep. None of that explained why his mouth tasted of
pillow and why his cock was giving a full salute. Eyeballing the
time on his cell, he groaned and closed his eyes.  His cock
would have to take care of itself, he was just too damn tired to
move.
    Plus, he thought with an
evil grin forming on his lips, if he fell asleep quick enough, he
might just be able to retrieve the last of that dream…

Chapter Sixteen

    The thief
activated the last of the disposable cell phones. The culmination
of all the heists was nearing. Although the thief always worked
alone, it was necessary to have contacts to gather information and
be an extra set of eyes and ears. Using disposable cell phones
made it easier to have untraceable numbers, thus ensuring there was
no direct link to track.  And since this was the biggest job
to date, contact was necessary to ensure the meticulous plans
weren’t foiled. It just wasn’t about the goods that were being
taken, this was about control and the downfall of the Belcastro
Empire. Besides that it was necessary to keep an eye on the
authorities. Suspicions were already being raised regarding the
crates that were currently at border control that housed the loot
from all of the Mexican heists.
    “ Fuckers are
getting wise. Lucky for me, the Belcastros are my last hit. Just
make sure that the goods I’m shipping to you are unpacked, checked
over against the itinerary I’ve e-mailed you then distribute as
arranged. The art dealers and jewellers are waiting and as soon as
they receive the crates payment will be made. The weapons are en
route to the warehouse. You may be useful to me now, but you don’t
fucking touch them until I set foot on home soil, are we
understood? Good, now fuck off and start getting ready — control is
about to be mine and soon I will have an army to build!”
    The call was
abruptly ended as the cell phone was crushed in the palm of the
gloved hand. The last of the stolen flash drives were downloaded
onto the memory of the laptop and then were destroyed the same way
as the cell…crushed. Backups were taken in the form of new flash
drives that were then concealed on the thief’s person.
    The
information was like winning the Lotto! Every crew member’s details
— birth certificates, home addresses, and bank details to their
ranking in the crew was documented. One flash drive also listed
where the warehouses were located, as well as a catalogue of the
illegal contents held within. The docks were the main thoroughfare
for the entire Belcastro operation.
    With a smug
grin, the thief made numerous checks that all was in order and then
closed the laptop down. It was time for some shut eye. Every ounce
of energy for the heist of his