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I hadn’t been amused.

We staked out “my house” and waited for her to break into my server room and hack my bank accounts. While she transferred the funds—which were tagged so we could follow the money to all of her accounts and assets—we called the police.

Getting her for attempted murder was an unexpected plus.

The police burst in the door, and I scowled when EMTs followed them.Fuck. They were gonna be a pain in the ass.

“Sir. Hello, my name is Nora. I’m here to help. Are you alright?” My head whipped around at the sweet, musical voice.

Bright blue eyes stared at me with concern as she approached me. Her pale skin was sprinkled with adorable freckles, emphasized by the long red hair twisted into a bun thing on the back of her head.

The gorgeous EMT was tall, but at six three, I still had at least half a foot on her. Her body was athletic, but she still managed to look sweet and fragile. Her mouthwatering tits were high and round, not big, but perfect for my hands and mouth. Damn, her body would fit against mine like they’d been made from the same mold.

But as I studied her a little more, I realized she was young. Too fucking young. I probably had fifteen years on her, at least.

She was also too innocent for the world I lived in. Not to mention all the filthy ways I wanted to fuck her.

Nora knelt in front of me, and I gulped as I tried to hide my reaction from the onslaught of dirty thoughts that hit me. Her Cupid’s bow mouth would look amazing wrapped around my cock.

“Holy cow!” she exclaimed. “You’ve been shot!”

A lazy smile curved up my lips. “I’ve had worse.”

Her concerned expression turned into confusion until she clocked my crooked grin, then she rolled her eyes and turned away to unzip her bag. “I don’t want to know,” she muttered as she withdrew a pair of sterile gloves and put them on. “Right now, I’m only concerned with your current wound.”

“Nothing to worry over, baby girl,” I murmured. “Just a nick. My friend over there needs you more than I do.” The statement left a dirty taste in my mouth and made me feel a little homicidal.What the fuck was that?

“Why don’t you let the person with medical training assess your wound before making assumptions?” she snapped, turning back to me with gauze in hand.

I pulled away the cloth I’d been using to stanch the bleeding and replaced it with the gauze. When she put pressure on the wound, I winced, and her eyes narrowed on me.

“Turn around so I can locate the exit wound,” she instructed, her tone stiff, making me silently chuckle. I was pretty sure she felt the same spark between us and was fighting it. I wanted to push her to admit it, but there was no point when we had such a huge chasm, and I didn’t only mean our age difference.

When Nora gently took hold of my arm, I remembered she wouldn’t find anything on the back. And I was pretty sure that if she knew the bullet was still inside, she’d use any and all tactics to get me to the hospital.

Hospitals reported gunshot wounds. The club had two patches who were qualified doctors, and they were used to this kind of shit; gunshots, stabbing, broken bones from physical fights or weapons, motorcycle accidents…and other stuff that would make a hospital suspicious. And eventually, the police weren’t gonna believe the innocent lies we’d have to concoct. Even though they were already involved in this takedown, it was better if I didn’t draw too much attention to myself.

“Told you, baby girl, just a nick. No need to make a fuss over me. At least, not about this.”

She glanced up at me, and her blue eyes clouded with suspicion. “What is that supposed to mean?”

I winked. “Let me take you to dinner, and we’ll talk about it.”Why the hell did you just ask her out, idiot?

Her lips pinched, and she glared at me with annoyance written all over her face. “Dinner at the hospital cafeteria? No thanks.”

My lips curled down. “Who said anything about the cafeteria?”

Nora’s eyes blinked innocently, and her tone was overly sweet when she replied, “Where else? You’re going to be in the hospital.”

I almost laughed at her response. She was definitely innocent and sweet, but there was a little spitfire in there too. I was pretty sure my little vixen was a virgin, and fucking hell…I wanted to be the one who popped her cherry and freed that fire in bed.

“Not going to the hospital, baby girl,” I informed her, my tone final.

“I really think?—”

“Forget it.”

“But—”

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