CHAPTER 3

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Come fly with me , let's fly , let's fly away.

I could get use to this. Paris , expensive wine and waltzing to the voice of Frank Sinatra. Very nice...

"The Diamonds are on the move." I glanced up from Henry's shoulder. The two of us were currently dancing away in Hôtel du Louvre's ballroom. Our target, Lady Antoinette Isabel Jean Claude, was on the move and currently sporting stolen diamonds around her neck.

Come on fly with me, let's take off to the blue.

Our job was to steal it back. Well, technically we're 'retrieving' it before the Russian government realizes its been stolen. People get really protective over 500 year old priceless jewels.

The necklace was beautiful really; Once belonging to the Russian Empress Marie Feodorovna. It was a 4 row chocker, consisting of 164 pearls interspaced with at least 20 diamond studded vertical bars.

Like I said it was beautiful.

"We have a problem." Henry twirled me and my back was now against his chest. Mark Anthony Jean Claude and his entourage had just walked in. Lady Antoinette sauntered towards the group and gave Jean the hottest kiss I've ever bared witness to.

"Why don't you ever greet me that way?" Henry whined.

"Because you don't steal me priceless diamonds," I countered.

"Very funny. It'll be even harder to get the necklace back , now that her husband's here."

Apart from being a thief , Mark Anthony was the biggest crime boss in France. He was a murderer, a business man, a lover and my idol.

How could he not be? The man was legendary; at the tender age of 14 he started selling drugs in the slums of France and by age 21 , he had the largest prostitution ring in Europe. Plus on top of that , he was hot!

Well, for a sixty-two year old.

"You have a plan?" Henry whispered. I glanced back at the group and saw Lady Antoinette headed for the bathroom.

"I'm a wing it and see what happens," I told him.

"When I get back, be prepared to start running ."I released myself from his embrace and followed after Lady Antoinette.

Okay Vee think of a plan.

Something

Anything

Fuck it.

"Bonjour," I said in french. Antoinette was by the sink fixing her makeup. She was twenty years younger than her husband and equally as attractive. Her skin was as smooth as a childs' . Her green eyes radiant and sparkled like the stolen diamonds around her neck.

"Look Anto, may I call you Anto." This isn't going to end well. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you're aware that's a stole necklace you have on."

That got her attention.

"Look, I get it diamonds are pretty. But these diamonds belong to Russia." I continued "Trust me, you DO NOT want Russia and their weapons of mass destruction to darken your city of lights."

I think I said that pretty well.

"Piss off Bitch," I was shocked. Scratch that . I was dumb founded. Lady Antoinette, 6th time noble peace prize winner, Humanitarian, Christian; had just told me to piss of.

This motherfucking bitch be crazy...

I do not take kindly to disrespect. Disrespectful people get their face smashed in; and that's exactly what happened to Antoinette. I smashed her fucking face in and left her unconscious in one of the bathroom stalls. It'll take awhile before someone finds her, which is good.

Now to find Henry.

The beautiful and dashing manwhore was living it up by the bar. Surrounded by gorgeous women -nothing new. Flirting to his hearts content.

"We have to go," I told him.

"Why?" His attention was fixated on some red heads tits.

An earth shattering scream was heard from the bathroom. A very pissed of Lady Antoniette emerged.

"Mon collier!" My Diamonds.

Her fiery eyes scan the ballroom. She spots me, points a perfectly manicured finger and says; "Tueur son."

I grabbed Henry and ran.

* * * * *

"Do you have any idea what you've caused?!"

The Bitch was definitely not happy. I'm sure if she wasn't a computer , I would've seen the fiery eyes, the scowl ; felt the hatred. But all I felt was utter amusement.

Henry was beside me, holding in the laughter. At the moment the two of us were sitting in Beta's main office. It was located underneath the statue of Liberty. Yes the statue of liberty.

Give me your poor.

"You were hired to discretely, retrieve the necklace. Not have a shoot out in one of the most famous hotels in Paris. The french government is furious!"

"We recovered the necklace," Henry reminded "You could say job well done."

I swear to god The Bitch giggled. Full on giggled.

"Job well done Henry." She made sure to emphasize his name.

I groan.

"Henry you can leave. I need a minute alone with Vee." 

Oh god what did I do now? Henry gave me a reassuring look and I nodded. When he was gone The Bitch continued."A detective Carter wishes to speak with you," she said "Its about your roommate. Charlotte."

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