No Strings Attached

CHAPTER 29

"Why does this have to be so fucking difficult?" I groan, burying my face in a pillow as Everett chuckles.

We all decided to meet again in Ari and Gabe's room, just so we could figure out how to go about this.

Simon is out on parole, meaning he's back in LA, but as part of the terms, he's not allowed any contact with Leonardo. He's essentially on house arrest, meaning that his house has eyes on it 24/7.

Luckily, to no one's surprise, Gabriel knows a dirty cop, Thomas.

"There's only so much Thomas can do, he can't get the cops to lay off the house," Gabriel sighs.

"We can get past coppers, we've done it before," Everett says.

"They watch his every move," Ari says in a dull tone, obviously sick and bored of this whole ordeal.

"Well we're in charge of the mission, whatever we decide they have to listen," Griffon says.

"What if we just did it, it'll be easier to get in and out without being seen if it's just a small group," I suggest.

"Your little roommate doesn't trust us," Everett chuckles, "There is no way in hell that he'll let us go just the 5 of us,"

"What if we got him from one of his clubs? They're always full of people, it'll be harder for people to realise one man is gone," Ari says, looking at Gabriel.

"Will cops follow him to the club?" I ask.

I sigh when Gabriel nods, "They track his every move, making sure he's not in contact with any of his old friends and shit," he says, "But I can talk to Thomas about it, if he can be one of the guys who's tracking him it'll be easier,"

"So what? We wait until he goes to one of his clubs? That could take weeks, especially if he knows the police are watching him," Griffon says in an exasperated tone.

"What if we send him an invite?" his twin suggests, and I almost roll my eyes at his stupid idea.

"You really think any of this has stopped that fucker's habits? Thomas said he still goes to his closest club every night," Gabriel chuckles.

"Doesn't that breach his parole conditions?" Ari asks, unconvinced.

"He's just not allowed to be in touch with certain people. People the police know help him get out of shit," Gabriel explains.

"So we get to go clubbing?" Everett asks, grinning like a child.

"No, it's a mission idiota," Griffon laughs, flicking his twin in the ear. Everett glares at him and dramatically clutches his ear, "Bitch," he mouths.

"Do we need to separate you guys?" I tease, narrowing my eyes at them as they give me identical scowls.

"So we'll go over the plan tomorrow, we get him whilst he's at his club," Gabriel says, clapping his hands together.

"Whilst he's surrounded by people," I sigh, lying down on the bed.

"Everyone out, I need my beauty sleep," Ari announces, shoving me as I glare at him.

"Aw Ana," Everett laughs, "I'm sure your new roomie misses you," he teases, grabbing my wrists and pulling me up.

"I hope Alessio kills you in your sleep," I sigh, flipping him off before walking out of Ari and Gabriel's room.

I sigh as I walk back to my own, standing outside the door for a second before sucking in a sharp breath and pushing the door open.

I walk inside and am surprised to see a bowl of pasta sitting on the bench top of the kitchen, a note with Anastasia written neatly on it.