Dirtyhands {Kaz Brekker X Reader}

III

The way you walk, the way you talk and think and feel
Intrigues me like a thief to money,
If I'm not dreaming, this is interesting
-Mavis Staples-

-Kaz Brekker-

I slipped the leather material over my hands, the gloves fitting perfectly. The feel of the gloves on my hands was no longer something I had grown used to. I adjusted the cane in my hand and took a quick look in the mirror, running my hands through my hair. I put on my bowler hat and fixed my coat.

Today I needed to visit Morgan the Merchant to make a deal with him. In order for our heist to be successful, we needed the key to one of the city's vaults. Now he wouldn't give the key outright, and he couldn't give us the location either.

So, I planned on him leading us to it.

His house was notoriously a maze. No one had a map. Morgan was known to having the most elaborate Gold Room where everything he stored was made of gold. As his boastful mouth has often said, the key to the vault is also made of pure gold, which he arrogantly flounced is kept in his very own Gold Room. If I found some way of locating where his Gold Room was in the house, Inej could make her way and steal the key needed for our heist.

The only way to Morgan's Gold Room was to trade him something gold in return. If what I traded him was acceptable in value, he'd lead me to the Gold Room himself... with a bit of persuasion of course. There still came the question of if I could accurately remember the path to the Gold Room. No one had managed to ever remember it correctly.

But then again, Kaz Brekker hadn't attempted it yet.

I opened the drawer in my room and pulled out a box. I reached inside and pulled out the glittering object.

That's what this watch was for.

This watch would be the object of trade. It was made by a Fabrikator and was bullet proof. The gold was eternally shiny, and the time would never stop ticking on it. It was rare, the only one of its kind in the world. It took a whole heist last month just to steal it. I picked up the gold watch and wrapped it around my wrist. I was never one for bright accessories but there was no safer place to keep it than on me and under my watchful eye.

Ha... watchful.

I turned the doorknob of my room, and my ears instantly caught the usual chatter of the Crow Club downstairs. As I stepped down the stairs, I scanned the crowd. The usual slot of men drinking and gambling. As I expected, Jesper was among them. I scoffed at the sight. He should be guarding the door, but I ignored it for now and continued onward. Most of the tables were filled. The bars were almost empty, but that was expected since it was pretty early to drink. I only saw one lone man standing at it.

Until she stepped up.

She stood up from a table, laughing and smiling. Too much happiness for someone who lived around here. The smile must be fake. I saw as she walked up to the bartender and ordered something. I paused in my step to observe her for a few more minutes, I had never seen her before. I watched as she gazed around the room, waiting for her drink, scanning every detail. I noticed as her eyes landed on the other man drinking at the bar.

The bartender was ready with her drink, but her eyes and mind were focused on that man. Usually, I would have assumed she was just trying to make her move to get with him... but something about her gaze was different.

With her brows furrowed and her eyes darting, she was looking for a little mischief, a little trouble, and more so... a little opportunity. I knew that expression all too well...