Chapter 100: Waiting is hell.

Mason's skin was too tight. He needed to do something. Be somewhere else. Anywhere but here, watching Luke perfect the crease of his goddamned bowtie.

"The plan will work, Mason," Zain insisted for the tenth or more time.

Mason grunted. He wasn't convinced, but he'd been outvoted on this ridiculous plan.

Luke in a monkey suit was still Luke, no matter what Zain said. There was no way Luke would pass inspection as some wealthy playboy out to find a new toy. One glance and any of Cruz's goons would spot Luke for the predator he was. Mason, Luke, all of them-they were trained soldiers, and it was woven so deep into the fabric of who they were that there was no masking that.

"Travis should go in, too," Mason said again. At least if Luke was going in, he should have back-up.