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We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “dance”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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He followed her down the dark hallway only illuminated by a computer screen on the counter. Beneath it, nearly hidden in the shadows, was the safe.
“Could you flip on the light, please?” Dakota instructed as she crouched down in front of it.
“Do you think it’s a good idea? Doesn’t that just alert someone that we’re here? What if there’s a camera?” Ezekiel protested.
“Okay, worry wart. We aren’t cracking this without a source of light.”
“Fine.” Ezekiel slipped his cell from his back pocket and flipped the flashlight app on. The beam danced around the wall before it settled on the dial of the safe.
Dakota dropped the duffle bag on the floor then unzipped it. Pulling free the stethoscope, she slipped it into her ears then gripped the chestpiece in her hand.
He watched as she pressed it beside the dial and slowly twisted
it. She looked adorable as her brow furrowed in concentration. It made him want to kiss her hard and deep right there in the jewelry store. He glanced around the dark room. Maybe this was a bad time.
“Hey,” she protested.
He refocused his phone. “Sorry.”
She scowled at him but kept working. It felt like they stood there for eternity. Time passed so slowly. However, it only took her a few minutes to pop the door open.
Inside, amongst the bound piles of cash and files of documents, was another burlap bag. Dakota snatched it out, slammed the metal door, and spun the lock.
“Umm, think we should have checked it before you shut the safe? Pity if you have to do it again,” Ezekiel chided.
She glared at him as she reached into the bag and pulled whatever was inside out. In her hand was an object similar to what they found in Memphis. Instead of an emerald wrapped in gold, it was a deep red ruby.
“Holy shit,” Ezekiel muttered under his breath.
Dakota dropped the ruby and burlap bag into the duffle then straightened herself until she was standing. “Let’s go. We’ll compare it to your sister-in-law’s photos when we get back to the truck.”
He tapped the screen of his cell to extinguish the light. He hurried down the hall to the back door. As he ran, he listened for her footsteps behind him.
Neither of them stopped until they were back outside of the building and around the corner away from the alley,
“Look normal,” she murmured to him.
“Considering what I am, that’s asking a lot,” he replied.