Later that night, the sleek black sedan pulled up to the curb outside Nash's hotel.
Its tinted windows were fogged from all the chaos that had happened within.
The vehicle finally settled after the wild vibrations that had rocked it through the city streets. Nash stepped out casually, stretching his arms overhead with a satisfied groan.
He rolled his shoulders, glancing back at the car with a smirk.
"Damn, that was a good ride. Hope the concert's more fun."
Victoria, still gripping the wheel with her manicured hands, leaned slightly toward the open door.
"You understand the mission, Nash? No slip-ups."
He nodded.
"Crystal. Get to the concert, find the targets, infiltrate their circle, snag the intel... and fuck 'em senseless while I'm at it."
She arched a brow, her lips twitching in amusement.
"I didn't mention anything about fucking."
Nash shrugged, grin widening.
"Just in case. It might, or maybe even will happen."
Victoria's gaze hardened just a fraction.
