Page 3 of Sean Collins

Sliding out of the car, I look around the empty lot. The gravel crunches under my feet, and I wince. It’s an excellent and affordable security measure. No matter how softly you walk on gravel, there is bound to be some amount of noise.

Creeping up to the armory, a shiver goes down my back. I stop moving, feeling as if someone is watching me. But as I survey the quiet, dark night, no one is there. Still, that feeling persists as I tap in the codes and enter the armory. In truth, I am not interested in the guns as much as the information I might be able to glean. If these guys are smart, they won't keep all their files in one place.

I take out the small flashlight I always carry and scan the darkened room. Bingo! Off to the left are a large office space with a wide desk, plush chairs, and file cabinets. I grin and walk quietly to the office, testing the door. It's unlocked, so I slip in and move towards the file cabinets to open the first one and get a file randomly. It looks like some kind of financial document – not something I would be interested in.

My fingers dance across the folders, looking for anything related to my parents.There has got to be more in here.

"Any luck finding anything?" Eliza asks through my headset.

“Not yet.” I move down the file cabinet and open one that has my lips spreading into a smile. “Okay, I just found a safe in the file cabinet." I hope it contains files that will give me the information I need. That way, I can exact my revenge.

Chapter Four

Sean

I sneak into the armory as quietly as possible. It is pitch-black, and I'm starting to wonder if I imagined the crunch of gravel I heard earlier. Going a little farther inside, I see the light bouncing off the office ceiling. A fierce grin crosses my face.These guys have messed with the wrong MC.Moving closer to see how many of them there are, I stop in my tracks.

In the office, I see the beautiful woman from the bar. Her raven-colored hair is swept up in a tight bun, leaving her gorgeous face bare.I wonder what she is looking for.She is really good, having already robbed me blind, but she doesn't seem interested in the crates of weapons worth thousands of dollars. No, she is looking for something else.Blackmail material, maybe?

Intrigued, I stand there and watch the little thief, admiring how the bodysuit clings to her curves, emphasizing her athletic body. It is obvious that she keeps herself in shape. In hindsight, this woman has already stolen documents, money, jewelry, and guns from the other places. She skipped the safehouse and the big safe there with most of our assets, and that makes me sigh in relief. I sent men over there to guard it; what she has taken so far is chump change compared to what is in that safe.

Stepping out of the shadow and bracing my legs for an attack, I grin at her back. The woman is so intent on her task; she hasn't even noticed my presence.

“Hello there. Can I help you find something?”

She freezes with her and then slowly turns around, looking straight at me. “Can I help you?” She arches one eyebrow, but I can see her gaze bouncing around and assessing what to do next.

“Eliza, we have company," I hear her murmur into a mic hidden somewhere on her body.

“On it," comes the soft reply.

I am not sure what that means, but it sounds like backup is on its way. “Are you the little thief that broke into my office and casino?”

The woman gives me an innocent look designed to make me soften. "I don't know what you are talking about. I got lost and saw the door open here. All these drawers were open; I just got curious," she answers, biting her lower lip.

She gives me a smile that does strange things to my lower body. I shake off my attraction to her and try to keep my head in the game, but it's hard to do that when she bites her lips and gives me that innocent smile. It doesn’t help that her body fills out the front and back sides of that form-fitting catsuit. This woman is sultry, sexy, and pure – all wrapped into one package – and all I want to do is throw her to the ground and have my way with her.

"Nice try, sweetheart,” I manage to utter. “I have you on film at the saloon and then again at the casino. There is no mistaking those curves." I let my gaze go hot and roam her body, trying to make her nervous.

But the woman just stands there, glaring at me. "Have you seen enough yet?" With hands on her hips, her blood-red lips pressed into an angry line.

"Not nearly enough." My voice is a rough rumble, and I see her chest heave under the lycra. I smile, knowing I am not the only one affected by our encounter. "Now, why don't you just give me back what you took? Tell me what you are looking for, and we can get to know each other better."

She laughs. If possible, it makes her even more beautiful. Loud and bawdy, she throws her whole body into the action. It only makes me want to have her do it again.

"I don't think so, handsome." It is her turn to let her eyes roam all over my body. She starts with my blonde hair and continues down to take in my black T-shirt, leather jacket, and tight jeans. She licks her lips as her eyes roam back up until our eyes meet. The heat in hers scorches me, and the tension in the room ratchets up another notch. We are either going to fuck or fight; at this moment, I am not sure which way it’ll go.

“It’s a shame that you have to be a dirty criminal who helps kill people for a living. I would have really enjoyed getting to know you better," the woman says in a slow, sexy voice that does nothing to calm my libido.

"Is this some kind of revenge for someone we harmed? Look, sweetheart, we don't harm innocents. If the Steel Kings took someone down, it's because they deserved it."

The sultry look vanishes, replaced by one of icy calm. "Murdering a little girl’s parents right in front of her is not taking down bad guys," she utters.

Before I can respond, she lunges at me. As much as I enjoy feeling her curves against me, this isn't what I had in mind. I don't want to hurt her – that isn't my style – but I will have to subdue her. When I sweep her legs, we fall to the floor, and I land on top of her, knocking the wind out of her.

"Now, sweetheart, tell me what the hell you're talking about. Because we don't do parents in front of the kids."

The raw pain on the woman’s face causes me to relax for a moment, and she takes advantage of it. She has been trained to take down big guys like me; it seems like she’s extra bent on takingmedown. Despite all that, I want to unravel everything about her.

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