“How do you know this?” Tate asks.
“I’ve been following her for the past fucking year.”
“Brilliant,” Leith mutters.
I snort and nod my head. “Aye. So this time, we get the upper hand. She won’t know me from Adam if I introduce myself to her. She works in a little private shop just outside of Inverness, and I can make my way in with her easily. I know what she likes. I know what she doesn’t.” I smile. “And I have a way with women.”
“Jesus,” Tate mutters with a snort. “Why has her father allowed her to own a store in the centre?”
“Not really sure he knows. She does have a security detail, and they follow her everywhere. Looks like she uses the store as a front.”
Tate nods slowly, clearly not impressed.
“So that’s yer plan?”
I smile, eager to tell them the details.
“I’ll seduce her. Make her think she loves me.”
Clyde snorts. “How the bloody hell will you dothat? Drug her?”
Without hesitation, I shrug. “Aye. Naturally. If necessary.”
The room quiets.
“Mac’s planned this for long enough, I’m certain he knows every detail of what he’s planning,” Leith says with absolute confidence.
Slowly, the men around me nod as I explain.
“She’s a bonnie lass. But she’s been protected. Kept away from the world of the mob. She won’t know who I am.”
“Her fucking guard might.”
I shake my head. “They won’t. I’ve already scoped them. Suffice it to say, my sources say Aitkens fired his entire guard and hired Russians. They’re brand new. Won’t know who I am.”
Not to mention the fact that we’re reclusive, rarely sighted by anyone outside of our inner circle.
“You’re fucking inked from the top of your head to yer nuts,” William says, and the men laugh.
He’s exaggerating. “What have you seen of my nuts, ya wanker? Easily covered. Plus, I’ve been watching her. I know that she’s able to get away from her bodyguards if necessary.” I wink. “And I’ll make it necessary.”
“Wow, areyouan arsehole,” Clyde says with pride. I grin at him.
“Why thank you. She’ll know who I am eventually. I only need to keep my identity secret to begin with. But by then… well, by then it will already be too late.”
I tell them my plan.
CHAPTER TWO
Bryn
I lookup from the computer and stretch. I yawn and glance at the time. Bloody hell, it’s damn near two o’clock. I worked straight through lunch. My stomach growls as if trying to remind me to pay some attention to it.
I look at my phone. And realize I've missed ten texts. I frown, swiping to see who texted me.
Jesus.
Alec.
