So much for a security breach,I stifle my laughter,this boy’s more concerned with scoring a date?
My breath leaves me in a whoosh as I drive through the back entrance of the MacTavish estate, the gates shut behind me with a resounding clang.
I laugh, I can’t help it. I rarely let myself get too worked up after a job, but the adrenaline’s buzzing through me, and the clean getaway at the end of weeks of planning issucha rush.
The road curves through a cluster of pine trees and when I see the brighter lights ahead, I know I’m almost to the main road and home free.
Except, those aren’t the headlights of passing cars on a busy road. Those are headlights aimed at me. From three cars blocking the road, and nothing but trees on one side and a steep drop-off on the other.
Slamming the van into reverse, I look over my shoulder. I can back up fast until there’s a flat stretch of land and then- Another car pulls up behind me.
“Get in, get out. Nothing to it,” I hiss between my teeth.
Two men separate from the others and rip open my door, holding a gun to my face as they yank me out of the driver’s seat.
“Relax, you arseholes!” I snap, “I’m coming, you don’t have to drag me.”
A man, taller than the others, steps out of the crowd as his thugs haul me over. The headlights of the van shine on him and my eyes narrow.
“You.”
Dougal…
The pretty blonde server I’d met in the hall glares up at me, eyes alight like the fires of hell.
“Aye, Dougal MacTavish at your service. You’ve been a very bad girl tonight.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m just taking the van back to the caterers. I don’t know what your little ambush is about, but tell your bag o’ wallopers here to take their hands off me.”
Nodding to my men, I watch her angrily pull loose, smoothing her hand over her hair.
I put my hand out, all levity gone. “Give it to me.”
“I don’t know what the feck you’re talking about, but I have work to-”
Stepping closer until my chest bumps hers, I repeat, “Give it to me. Now.” Her breasts are soft against me and I have to force my focus back on her expression. Her eyes are narrowed and she doesn’t look at all frightened.
“Keep repeating yourself all night. But I still don’t know what you’re yammering about.”
She’s brave, this one. Most grown men would be crying and begging me for mercy right now. Jerking my head at Calan, my second, I say, “Check the van.” He splits off with a couple of guards and I turn my attention back to the fuming girl in front of me. “Give it to me, or I’ll have my men hold you down and I’ll strip-search you.”
Still, no tears. “Try it, ya’ scabby bastard and you’ll get my foot in your tiny banger!”
Sighing, I shake my head. “Hold her.”
The girl puts up a hell of a fight, I’ll give her that. But when there are four struggling guards clinging to her arms and legs, I smile unpleasantly as I start unbuttoning her shirt. The box isn’t going to be hiding in her cleavage, but I’m betting she’ll lose some of this defiance before I get her topless. Shirt’s off and she’s still twisting and turning, baring her teeth at me like an enraged badger.
“Pants next?” I enquire politely.
“Feck off!”
My hands go to her waist and she manages to get one foot loose, managing an impressively painful kick to my thigh before the guard grabs it again.
“Sorry, boss.”
I’m already untying her apron and it bangs against my leg when I pull it off. Right against the spot she just kicked. There’s a dull ‘thunk!’ and a grin spreads across my face as she stiffens.
“There we are…”
