She steps out a moment later, my spare riding jacket hanging loose over her curves, helmet under her arm.Her gaze sweeps over me—black gear, gloves, boots, helmet on.
“You look hot,” she murmurs, almost grudgingly.
“You’ll look hotter in my bed,” I shoot back, taking the helmet from her and strapping it under her chin. My gloved fingers brush her jaw. “Now keep your arms around me.”
“Yes, boss.” The smirk’s there, but so is the heat when I zip the jacket closed over her chest.
She climbs on, wrapping herself around my waist.
I gun the throttle, and we tear down the estate drive, the city turning into streaks of light. She presses closer with every turn, every hard burst of speed. I take the long route, weaving through the main strip just to feel her clutch me tighter, her head resting against my shoulder.
By the time I roll to a stop outside her building, my knuckles are white from the control it takes not to bend her over the tank and take her here.
Upstairs, her place smells like her—candles, warm skin, and that perfume I tasted on her neck. Plants lean against the windows; the bed’s a tangle of sheets. Every inch of it is her.
She packs quickly, grabs her keys and faces me. “Twenty-four hours and I’ll be back.”
I grin, but it’s all teeth. “You’d better… or I’ll come for you, hellcat. I’ll drag you back to my bed, tie you there, and never let you leave.”
She laughs under her breath, kisses me once more, and walks out. She doesn’t know one of our people will shadow her, someone she’s never seen. She also doesn’t know about the tracker in her phone, or the second one in her car. She can go, but she’ll never be out of my reach, and if she’s not back in twenty-four hours, Felix Foster won’t be the only one who bleeds.
When I get back to the estate, Caleb and Beau are sprawled on the couch, beers in hand.
“So, who’s following her?” Caleb asks with that shit-eating grin.
“Lucien.” I spit the name out as I grab a cold beer from the bar. Beau stiffens, and I clock it immediately.
“You good?” I smirk over the rim of the bottle.
He flips me off. “Why Lucien?”
“Because he’s a fucking beast. Built solid, hands that could crush a skull without breaking a sweat, and the only one, besides you two bastards, that I trust to keep her safe.” I take a slow sip, watching Beau’s glare burn a hole through me.
Caleb chuckles. “You should just ask him out.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Beau mutters, but the color creeping up his neck gives him away.
“I don’t think he’s into—” He cuts himselfoff, eyes sliding away.
“Men?” Caleb finishes, softer now and Beau gives a quick nod.
The thing is, I’ve seen the way Lucien looks at him, a predator watching prey that keeps daring him to pounce. Beau’s wrong.
I check my watch. “Dane should be here soon.”
They both nod, and Beau gets up to spread the map and files across the table with all the layouts, guard rotations, and background dossiers. Everything Caleb and Dane need to clear Felix’s security without a sound.
Dane’s ex-military. His sister vanished for four months, taken by her abusive boyfriend. Nobody could find her… until he stumbled onto our dark web site; he wanted a detective who’d break the rules but instead he found us.
We brought her back in a month… and gave him the boyfriend tied to a chair in our basement. He kept the man alive for three days.
Since then, Dane’s been one of us; loyal, efficient, and every bit as ruthless.
Now it’s three days until the event.
Three days until Felix Foster learns what it feels like to be prey.
Chapter Thirteen
