SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN
“What?”
Before they could answer, she said, “Oh, it’s my turn, right? I have to open it?”
“Yes, dummy,” Mason answered, raising a brow.
Melody nodded and stepped closer to the monitor that had lit up with the words: ENTER PASSWORD NOW.
It had been so long since she last stole from the vault. The first time was a guessing game. Now, she couldn’t remember the exact combination. Her eyes hovered over the buttons on the glass screen. If they were physical buttons, Mason and Brett could have sprayed them to see which ones had been pressed most.
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