No Strings Attached

CHAPTER 12

"Vincenzo got in contact with Burrows yesterday," Gabriel announces, walking into the kitchen as I look up from my coffee.

"Regarding what?" Ari asks, taking a sip from
his coffee as he looks up from his phone.

"Asking if there were any entrances which weren't on the blueprint of the house, or if there were any other blueprints of the layout which they didn't receive," Gabriel explains.

"Please tell me he didn't snitch," Griffon yawns, buttering his toast.

"He knows better than to fuck me over," Gabriel chuckles, "And he says that Vincenzo is not happy,"

"What did you expect? For him to click his heels and cheer that half his shit had been taken?" Everett says in a bored tone.

I laugh at his comment as I lean against the Island Bench, "Does Burrows know if they have any idea about who it was?" I ask, looking over at Gabriel.

"They didn't share any information with him, just asked about the blueprints of the house," he shrugs.

"Probably for the best," Griffon mutters, "We'll give them the benefit of the doubt and assume they have no idea,"

"Let's hope they have no idea," I mutter into my coffee mug, earning a stare from Ari.

"Any news from your Grandfather recently?" he suddenly asks, and I shake my head.

"I've told him I'm staying somewhere nearer to the De Santis' estate to better prepare," I say casually, "He hasn't asked any questions,"

Ari nods, "Probably better that way," he says reassuringly.

"You didn't tell Burrows anything did you?" I ask again.

Gabriel shakes his head, "He just contacted me to tell me about Vincenzo wonderin about the blueprints. He just thought it was weird and wondered if I had given him my copy," he says. "I said that Vincenzo was probably just ensuring the security of the place,"

"Well he will be now," Ari chuckles, shaking his head as if remembering fond memories.

"Let's get to work," I sigh, finishing my coffee before walking out of the kitchen, a chorus or groans followed by footsteps trialing behind me.

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"This is getting fucking repetitive," Everett groans, standing up from his desk as his runs his hands through his hair in exasperation.

"That's the point," Gabriel deadpans, "We need to get familiar with their day-to-day lives,"

"If I have to watch them go out to dinner together on a Sunday again I'm going to kill myself," Everett snaps. I wince but I know he's kidding.

"Why don't we just kill them all now, when they're all sitting down scoffing their fat little faces," Griffon yawns.

"Not a terrible idea," I say, "Oh wait, it fucking is because they're surrounded by people," I scorn.

"Calm down," Ari chuckles, flicking through the rooms of the De Santis' house on the screen in front of him.

Griffon got into the cameras of the places which we've noticed they frequent, as well as their main estate.

We still have access to the cameras of their newest property, but there's been no new action there.

We decided to stay out of their hair for a while, assuming that they would've upped their security after our raid.

"I need to get out of this house," Griffon sighs, standing up and joining his twin leaning against the wall.

"Let's go to the track," I suggest, standing up and stretching my legs.