Free The Deeper Game (Taken Hostage by Hunky Bank Robbers Book 3) by Annika Martin Page A

robbery began.
    Matteo came over and slid in next to Odin, looking angry. “This stalker is still out there? Everybody’s talking about it.”
    “What’d you hear?” Odin asked. “From who?”
    “Vanessa Foy heard about it and she’s telling people.”
    “From Bolo. Fuck,” Odin said. “That was fast.”
    “We have big plans next week,” Matteo said. “Do we need to put them off?”
    “Hell no.” Zeus slid in on the other side of me, squeezing in close. He brushed a strand of hair from my forehead and kissed me. “Heya, baby,” he said.
    “Hey,” I whispered.
    “Like that. We can’t have your attentions divided,” Matteo said. “There’s a lot of recon to do in the next few days, and here you are conducting some fucking side investigation? Not that I blame you.”
    “We got this handled,” Zeus said. “You watch how sizzling fast we catch this guy.”
    “I sat on the bank on my own all afternoon,” Matteo said. “I didn’t mind taking your shifts, but it can’t happen anymore.”
    “The Prime is important to our family,” Zeus said. “We’ve got bandwidth to do both. Nobody fucks with us.”
    “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Matteo said, looking off at Thor across the room.
    “Yeah, yeah, yeah ?” Zeus said.
    I stiffened in my seat, thinking Zeus might haul off and hit Matteo.
    “Nobody fucks with you. We all get that,” Matteo said.
    The veins on Zeus’s neck became dangerously defined.
    “You trying to make a point, here, Matteo?” Zeus growled.
    I was starting to feel dizzy off the sheer testosterone.
    “Reacting is letting them fuck with you,” Matteo said. “They are fucking with you already.”
    “You’re saying we should let this go unchallenged?” Zeus said.
    “No, I’m saying somebody is fucking with you, and I’m pointing out that you’re dancing like a puppet. That is the feeling I’m getting off you right now.”
    “A puppet?” Zeus said, voice all scary calm.
    Gulp.
    “Yeah, like a puppet,” Matteo said. “As in you’re not in control of your actions, and that has the potential to jam up our job with the Prime. So maybe we should postpone it so you can put your attention on this thing.”
    “The HVAC project will be over with if we wait,” Odin said. “Zeus won’t be on the inside anymore. We lose our advantage if we postpone.”
    “We make a new plan,” Matteo said. “We still have the codes. And not to be insensitive, but…” He looked over at me. “You’re the driver. We can’t be inside there relying on you if there’s a potential of somebody chasing you off or…”
    “Raping and killing me?” I asked. “Because that would totally mess the job up.”
    “Not to be fucking-g insensitive,” Odin bit out, offended.
    Matteo shrugged. I liked that he was being forthright. And yes, I’d be alone out there. The guys would all be in the ducts.
    I looked over at Zeus. “It’s not a bad point,” I said.
    Zeus grunted. “That’s why we’ll nab this guy before the job.”
    Matteo gazed across the bar. “I don’t want to postpone, either. But I want it to go right.”
    I followed his gaze over to a tall black woman in a silver gown who was glaring at Matteo.
    Black Gigi, also known as BeeGee. She was flanked by White Gigi and Brown Gigi. The girl jewel thief gang.
    She pushed off the bar and headed our way, followed by her friends in a formation like three fighter jets.
    Brown Gigi wore a yellow party dress with a tiara—she always seemed to go for tiaras. White Gigi had on a stripper dress. Practically poured onto her.
    “Oh, God,” Matteo mumbled under his breath.
    I sat up with the sudden sensation that I was in high school and the cool girls were coming. Even the way they walked was cool.
    The Gigis had asked me to join up with them some time ago, when they had been down a driver. It had enraged my guys to no end, but I’d been flattered as hell. I didn’t want to join their gang, but I sort of wanted to be friends with them.
    “I hear