One Last Heist
by Dahlia Donovan
Genre: M/M Romantic Suspense
One
last heist.
It
should’ve been easy. Crack a safe, steal from a villain, and go on
vacation. The last thing Mack and Toshiro expect is to descend into a
nightmare of betrayal.
Mack
Ueda-Easton loves three things: his husband, heists, and his odd
family of friends. He lives life on the edge. The only cloud on his
horizon is the degenerative disease stealing his sight.
Toshiro
Ueda-Easton tries to juggle his husband, his autistic sister, his
interfering mother, and all of their heists. He knows they’re
spiraling out of control and the journey they’re travelling can’t
last.
What
neither of them expect is to get catapulted straight into a dangerous
conspiracy. They’re now in a race to come out on top. If they fail,
the consequences are unimaginable.
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“Would
you just admit you can’t see in the dark?” Toshiro snapped in pure frustration.
“Mack. Are you listening to me?”
“I’m
fine. My ears work perfectly.”
Fine.
He’s
fine.
Right.
Fine,
my arse.
Well,
my arse is fine.
“You
walked into the table.” Toshiro watched in the darkened room through the night
vision on his camera while his stubborn husband stumbled around. “And into the
sofa—oh, and the wall. Classic. You’re supposed to
crack the safe, not take a header into it.”
“Toshi,”
Mack whispered his nickname sharply. “Couldn’t you yell at me in Cantonese or
Japanese or any one of the hundred languages you speak? It would still be
distracting, but I wouldn’t understand a word of it.”
“I
speak thirty languages—not a hundred.” Toshiro grinned even though Mack
couldn’t see it. “I suppose the point of a timed run-through of cracking the
safe might require your full attention. Oh, look, you tripped over the carpet
again.”
“Toshiro
Ueda-Easton.”
“Gregor Tempest Mackay Ueda-Easton. Fine, fine. I’ll be
quiet. Continue walking into the wall, but I’m not explaining your concussion
to the others.”
Toshiro continued to ramble about the idiotic stubbornness of
his husband in Portuguese, one of the many languages he’d picked up over the
years.
“Idiota.”
“I
understood that one.” Mack tossed one of the drill bits of his safe-drilling
rig in his husband’s general direction—missing him completely. “Keep cussing me
out in Spanish.”
“Portuguese.”
Dahlia
Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about
shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and
unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her
life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive
collection of books and video games.
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