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She raised her brow and giggled, placing drinks onto her tray. “Not to mention, you are looking more flustered and out of your mind than normal. Do I detect a hint of a post-sex glow too? What did he do to you? Was it that good? Oh, please tell me he knows his way around a—” I held up my hand to stop her from continuing.
She could have gone on for hours asking questions if I let her. Madison was always in for a good sex story. Good, being a complete understatement in regard to what just happened in that restroom.
“I’m going to stop you right there. We are not going to talk about this—him, right now.” I still couldn’t wrap my head around what I was feeling towards Atlas. My impulsive side wanted to run back into his arms and stay there forever.
What is wrong with me? I just met him.
“Hey, I just hope you don’t do anything to ruin the potential here.” She held her hands up in submission.
“Potential?” I scoffed.
“You need a man who can satisfy you in more than just one way. He’s going to be that man, and I am going to make sure of it. I’m sick of the walls you built when we were teens. I thought being separated throughout college would make you relax and grow out of your shell, but apparently, that wasn’t the case.” She picked up the rest of the drinks, lifted her tray, and began walking away.
The bluntness of her words stung like a hard slap across the face. Her family took me in when we were teens. We became best friends—sisters even—and sometimes, I was convinced she knew what I needed more than I did, while other times, I just thought she was being a complete bitch.
Yet here I was, questioning my every thought about Atlas, wondering if she was right and if he was exactly what I needed in my life right now. The problem was that I doubted I would even see him again after tonight. I never gave him a way to contact me.
As I watched Madison storm away from the bar and disappear upstairs, my eyes caught on Alexis.
“Whatever is going on between you two, knock it off; we’ve got a job to complete. Go get changed and meet us out back in twenty.” She spoke over the earpiece as she turned away, following Madison. Let the fun begin.
After leaving the bar, I entered the coat check room and changed into an all-black bodysuit. I then put on a leather jacket with a hood and pulled out a black balaclava, covering my face up to the bridge of my nose. Once the balaclava was in place, I pulled up my hood, leaving only my eyes exposed, and then left the room.
I kept to the shadows of the club as I maneuvered my way to the rear emergency exit door. It didn’t take long for Madison and Alexis to drag the stumbling man out of the nightclub. I was honestly surprised with how quickly the drugs worked on him. He would be asleep very soon.
Opening the tailgate of the black SUV, the two heaved his sluggish body into the cargo space and slammed the door shut.
“We’ve got less than ten minutes before someone notices that he’s gone; let’s get out of here now,” Alexis spoke as she rounded the car, holding on to the man’s briefcase, and jumped into the back seat. Madison climbed into the passenger side, and I jumped into the driver’s, peeling out of the alley and taking us to the warehouse.
CHAPTER 6
Chyler
As we arrived at the warehouse and parked at the back, the three of us stepped out and opened the lift gate. When we left the nightclub, it had started pouring rain. The man was finally asleep in the back of the SUV.
Already, I knew it was going to take a lot of effort for the three of us to get him inside. We were strong, but carrying a full-grown dead-weight man was no easy feat for anyone.
“We need to get him inside and restrained before the drugs start wearing off.” Madison whispered-yelled, and the three of us dragged his limp body out of the vehicle. He hit the ground with an audible thud, and I couldn’t help the grimace. I bit my cheek and looked down at his prone form, trying to come up with a better solution aside from dragging his ass across the mud and gravel.
“Fuck, he’s heavy.” I groaned, bending down to pull his arm over my shoulders and lift him up. Madison came to his other side and did the same with his other arm. We lifted and carried him towards the doors, staggering the entire way; we eventually made it through them. Alexis closed and locked the doors behind us as we continued further into the expansive space where his new favorite chair awaited him.
When it came to questioning any of our targets for information, I have done most—if not all—of the dirty work.
Madison is the brains of our group; she works as a full-time registered nurse but could easily do so much more. She’s always had a passion for science and engineering.
Alexis is a well-organized tech nerd, so she always sets up our assignments. I’m not sure how she’s managed it, but her hacking skills and resources have become unparalleled over the years. We could get a name from this guy, and within minutes she could tell us the last time they took a shit. A little overkill, I know, but she could do it—pretty sure she did it once as a party trick.
That leaves me as the muscle—or, in this case, the interrogator. Blood doesn’t phase me; it never has. Not to mention, over the years, I have managed to develop a switch for my emotions—it makes all of our jobs that much easier.
The girls don’t have the stomach for blood and gore, so they never linger once our target is secured to their chair or wall—that was a fun one. They are always tucked away in another room or location, with a camera feed and headset to communicate with me while I perform my work.
After securing the man to the chair, we entered one of the back office rooms and waited for him to wake up, staring at the monitor that gave us a good view of him. His head was bent forward and lolling to the side. I crossed my arms and hummed to myself as I watched the screen. A black satin hood covered his head, his wrists were zip-tied to each of the chair armrests, and his ankles were secured to the chair legs with rope.
I was jolted from my thoughts by a loud bang behind me. I quickly turned around and saw Alexis standing in front of the metal table with the briefcase on top. She had slammed it onto the table, most likely for dramatic effect.
“What are we going to do with that?” I turned and moved towards the table, placing my hands on my hips and biting my cheek as my eyes inspected the black leather briefcase.
“Charlotte didn’t give us any instructions regarding handling the product.” She frowned as she glided her fingers along the locks, the temptation to open it lighting up her eyes. I had to admit that I was just as curious as to what could be in that briefcase. I assumed it was the drug that Roman had stolen, but money would have been a plus too.
