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  “You’re not. No more worrying. They’ll only bother you for another drink from now on.”

  “Thank you.” He turns up the last of his whisky and I’ve only taken a few sips of mine. We need more time together.

  I get up to collect his glass. “You need a refill.”

  “No, thank you. I must be going. I have court early in the morning.”

  I walk him to the door the way any good hostess would. “Will I see you tomorrow?” I smile sheepishly, flirtatious, just the way I intend. He needs to see a side of me other than the tough girl who can throw a punch.

  “Maybe.” If you’re lucky. Those are the words I imagine when I see the grin that spreads across his face.

  I stand in the doorway and watch him go to his car. “Good luck on your case,” I call out.

  He gives me a smile and a nod. And then he’s gone.

  The first thing I do once I’m alone is study my flat. I’m certain he scoured the place while he was here but for some reason, I want confirmation. I need it.

  It only takes a couple minutes for me to notice the only deviation. A picture frame holding a photograph of me is missing from the bookcase. That’s not what I was expecting.

  How peculiar. He doesn’t need that photograph to run a facial recognition analysis. Any of his grunts could’ve taken my picture if he’d ordered them to. The FBI consistently wipes any trace of the true Bleu MacAllister from the Web so the only one he’ll find is the identity Harry and I created.

  Nothing else is out of place, although he snooped through my things. That’s fine—I was prepared for such. All the appropriate measures have been set into motion. There isn’t a single thing out of place in this carefully orchestrated life I’m living, so I’m certain Sinclair and I will be removing any trust issues between us sooner rather than later.

  It isn’t call day but I want to talk to Harry. This is so much harder than I imagined. I need to hear a comforting voice.

  I’m not certain the flat hasn’t been bugged since last night so I take a walk and use my burner to phone my dad. I assure him all is well before I tell him about tonight’s events. “Sinclair was in my apartment when I came home tonight.”

  “Does that surprise you?” His voice is steady, without alarm—exactly what I need to hear.

  “Not a bit.”

  “Good. I’d be worried if it did. I hope you put on a good front.”

  “A bang-up job, as always.”

  “Perfect. This is good; it means he’s investigating you. We knew he would. It’s always best to get it out of the way early so you can move into the trust phase. I assume everything was in place?”

  “Of course.”

  “Good job, girlie.” I still love hearing Harry’s praise.

  “How did he explain being in your apartment?”

  Uh-oh. Here we go. “He said he was inviting himself inside since I didn’t the previous night.”

  “What the hell was he doing at your place the night before?”

  “Relax. He drove me home after work, but I turned him away at the door.”

  “He’s going to try to get you into bed.” Harry’s voice isn’t so calm now. “You know that, right?”

  “I completely expect him to try.” No way I’m telling him about Sinclair taking the photograph. He’ll freak.

  “I know how badly you want this but don’t compromise yourself in the process. It isn’t worth it. I’ve seen it happen in the field a hundred times. Believe me when I say you’ll hate yourself afterward.” He trained me to be a killer, yet he still sees me as an innocent little girl.

  “No worries, Dad. I’m not going to give myself to a Breckenridge. They’ve taken enough of me already.” I hate lying to Harry but I can never tell him the truth. He’d be furious if he knew what I was planning.

  “Sometimes being strong is about following your heart. There’s no shame in not going through with this. If at any point you want to stop and come home, don’t hesitate. We’ll never speak of it again.”

  That’s my plan—to never speak of it again, but only after the job is done.

  Chapter Four

  Sinclair Breckenridge

  I recline in my desk chair and study the photograph I took from Bleu’s flat. It seems fairly current since her appearance is relatively the same, with the exception of her hair length. It’s a few inches shorter in the picture. I’m guessing this was likely taken several months ago.

  She’s standing by a business front and the writing on the glass reads Bleu Mac’s Photography. I do an Internet search for her business and its demographics, quickly finding her website and all the social media she uses. By all appearances, she seems to have a thriving business, so it seems unlikely that she’d go along with being plucked from her livelihood to come here and pose as an impostor for any of our rivals.

  Unlikely, but not impossible—if they’re paying her enough.

  If she was selected by our adversary to invade the brotherhood, they chose poorly. They should’ve gone with a woman willing to go to bed with the brothers. This one doesn’t budge an inch. She has respect for herself and body and expects those around her to as well.

  Bleu’s story holds water with me for now. I’ll allow her to continue working at the whisky bar unless she gives me reason to suspect she’s anything other than what she claims to be. I’ll personally monitor her and won’t hesitate to immediately extract the lass if I suspect a problem.

  I place a call to Seamus so I can make good on the promise I made to Bleu. “Aye, boss?”

  “There’s a new lass working at Leith’s. An American.”

  “I know the one you’re talking about.” I’m not surprised he’s already aware of her presence. I would expect my men to talk about a fit lass like Miss MacAllister.

  “No one’s to touch her. Anyone who does risks losing his hand.” My men know I don’t put out warnings unless I mean them.

  “Got it, boss. Will that be all?”

  The further the girls allow the men to go, the better their gratuity is at the end of the evening. I know how these things go. It’s not as though I haven’t seen the girls getting fucked against the building in the back alley to ensure a good tip at the end of the night. “Make sure the brothers understand that she’s hands off but that doesn’t decrease her tips. Encourage them to be … generous.”

  “Aye, sir.”

  I end the call and examine the photograph of Bleu. I’m not sure why I took it. It has no place in this office, yet I don’t want to put it in the drawer. I want to be able to see it.

  I place it on the corner of my desk. It looks strange and feels out of place. I’ve never had a photo of a woman within the four walls of my office—not even one of my own mother—but I admit it’s a beautiful first. I could get used to looking at her.

  * * *

  I don’t have to weigh my options of home versus Duncan’s when I leave the firm. I want to see how work is going for the bar’s new wench since my orders to the brothers to keep their hands off.

  I sit at the table everyone knows belongs to the trifecta—me, Leith, and Jamie. Lorna notices me and immediately comes over, ready to take my drink order. “What’s it going to be this evening?”

  “I want the American to be my barmaid.”

  She looks at the station where Bleu loads a tray with drinks. “She already has a full load.”

  “It’s not a fucking request, Lorna. But since you were stupid enough to argue instead of doing as I say, you can take all her tables and yours while she only serves me.”

  I look at Lorna, daring her to do anything but agree. “As you wish.”

  “Damn right. And she still gets her tips. All of them.”

  “Of course, Sin. Anything you say.”

  Bleu comes to my table after she’s relieved of the tray of drinks. “Lorna says I’m your personal server and she’s going to take all my tables.”

  “That’s right.”

  “Why?” Her expression is confused. She h
as no idea I can make anyone in this place do whatever I demand, whenever I like.

  “Because it’s what I want.”

  She looks around, worried. “Is Leith going to be okay with this? I’m here to serve customers—plural, not singular. I don’t want to make him angry and end up fired. I’m earning good money here.”

  “The tips have been generous?”

  “Yes, remarkably so.”

  Good. The brotherhood listened. I’d expect no less. “I’m glad to hear that.”

  “What can I get for you?”

  “Whatever you’re having.”

  I can see I’ve bewildered her further. And I thoroughly enjoy it. “I can’t have anything. I’m on the clock.”

  “I want to buy you a drink, so choose what you’d like and I’ll have the same.”

  She smirks. “Whatever you say.”

  A few minutes later she returns with two girlie drinks and pushes one my way. “What the hell is that supposed to be?”

  She’s grinning. “It’s sex on the beach.”

  “You brought me a drink with a slice of pineapple and a fucking flower in it?”

  “You told me to choose something for myself and you’d have the same. This is what I wanted.”

  “I expected you to have a whisky.”

  “I wanted to have sex on the beach. I thought you’d enjoy it as well.” She’s grinning bigger, probably feeling quite clever.

  I sample the drink and discover it’s exactly as I expect—sickeningly sweet. It’s definitely a cocktail for a lass, so I push it back in her direction. “You don’t like sex on the beach?”

  “I like the actual thing very much, but not this drink.”

  “Would something tall, dark, and neat be more preferable?”

  “Aye.”

  “You’re going to put your trust in me again?” she asks.

  “Allow me to be clear about one thing, Bleu.” I motion for her to lean forward and I do the same until we’re nearly nose to nose. “I trust no one until they’ve proven themselves to be trustworthy.”

  “I get the distinct feeling we’re no longer talking about choosing a brand of whisky.” If I didn’t know better, I’d think that was a challenge.

  She’s a smart one, this lass, so I don’t wish to get into a battle of wits. “I’m the only customer you’re serving. I shouldn’t be thirsty.”

  Bleu goes to fetch my drink and Leith slips into one of the chairs next to me. “Lorna told me what you ordered her to do. Why the hell are you claiming Bleu as your own personal barmaid while Lorna takes a double load?”

  “Someone has to validate this lass’s motives since you were too careless to do so.”

  “You’re going to tell me that monopolizing her as your own is a way of investigating her purpose for being here?”

  “Having her one-on-one so we can talk does a far better job than your hands running up and down her arse every time she walks by.”

  “Don’t worry, Sin. No one’s putting their hands on her now.”

  He acts as though he’s a toddler and I’ve taken away his favorite toy. “She didn’t like the way she was being manhandled.”

  “And you know this how?”

  “She told me.”

  “When?” he asks.

  “Last night.”

  Leith looks pissed off, which means he’s putting the pieces together. “Then I guess it’s safe to assume you didn’t have this conversation at the bar?”

  “No.” As his superior, I don’t owe him any explanation. “I needed to do a sweep, to be sure Bleu is who she claims to be. I was going through her things when she came home and found me inside, so I had to act as though I was there to talk.”

  “How very convenient.” He’s right. I could’ve sent my people to do the search but I wanted her to come home and find me there.

  “What’s your verdict?” he asks.

  She’s clean as far as I can tell. For now. “I believe she’s telling the truth.”

  He slaps his hand on the table. “I fucking knew it.”

  “You didn’t know shit, Leith. Like always, I’m the one out doing the dirty work.”

  “Sure. Keep telling yourself that being alone with Bleu at her flat is dirty work and maybe you’ll eventually believe it.” He’s calling bullshit, and we both know he’s right. I wanted to spend time with her.

  Bleu returns with a glass of something much more preferable and Leith leaves without another word. “Something wrong with him?”

  “He has business to tend to.”

  She places the drink in front of me. “Johnnie Walker. Black Label.”

  “Seems you are capable of making good choices.”

  “See? I can be trusted.” That still remains to be seen but we’re off to a good start.

  “Are you having a better day?”

  “Absolutely.” She’s beaming. “Almost all the ass grabbing has stopped.”

  Almost? “There’s still men in this bar putting their hands on you?”

  “Yeah. There’s one guy who won’t leave me alone.”

  I put out an order to not touch Bleu and one of the brothers isn’t heeding my word. That’s outright defiance, something I don’t tolerate. “Lorna looks overwhelmed. Maybe you should take your customers back.”

  “Sure.”

  I stop her before she gets up from the table. “Do you remember when you told me you wanted to break grabby hands and I told you it wasn’t a good idea?”

  “Yeah.” She laughs.

  “I’ve changed my mind. Do as you please if he touches you again. Bring him to his knees if you like.”

  Bleu returns to work and I stay put to see which brother will reveal himself as her harasser. I don’t have to wait long before a young member, Duff, reaches out to run his hand up the back of her thigh. He’s forearm-deep up her skirt so there’s no way he’s not touching her knickers. Plus some.

  She’s bent over serving drinks at the neighboring table when his hand assaults her from behind. Mother. Fucker.

  She whirls around and places her hand on top of his, the one reaching up her skirt. Without a moment’s hesitation, she hyperflexes his wrist, pushing his hand down toward his inner forearm. He immediately comes out of his chair onto his knees.

  “Aww … fuck! Let go, bitch!” he yells.

  Bleu is enraged when her eyes meet mine but she manages to maintain self-control. I can’t say I’d be able to do the same. Kudos to her for that, but I know what she wants to do to the little bastard. She’s questioning me with her expression, looking for my approval. But I can’t give it to her. My brothers will see that as choosing her over them. I’m already flirting with disaster by allowing her this sanction.

  I get up from my chair and go to her in case Duff has it on his mind to attack when she releases him. “That’s enough.”

  Bleu does as I tell her and steps away before I place my hand on her shoulder. “No one touches her again. No. One.” I announce it loud enough so everyone can hear and there’s no confusion.

  I look at Leith across the bar and the fury flashing across his face can’t be mistaken. But he won’t question or defy me. I’m his superior.

  “Penance was carried out by the wronged individual,” I announce. “Continue as you were.”

  Drinking, talking, and laughing resumes. The escapade with Duff no longer captures the attention of the crowd so I lean over and whisper in Bleu’s ear. “I want you to come with me.”

  I lead her to Leith’s office since I figure it would be in poor taste to take her to the room where she found me with Geneen on her knees only a couple of days earlier.

  I shut the door and say nothing as I look at her. I’m trying to figure her out. “Did I do something wrong … or misunderstand your directions?”

  “No, you were perfect.” I move closer and capture her face with my palms. “Tell me how it made you feel when you brought a man to his knees in pain after he wronged you.”

  I feel her trembling beneath m
y hands. “Powerful.”

  “Do you feel guilty about it?”

  She shakes her head. “Should I?”

  “No. Not at all.”

  “How did you feel watching me do it?” she asks.

  “I liked it. A whole-fucking-lot.” I step closer and graze my mouth along her jaw until my lips are next to her ear. “A total turn-on.” I lower my hands from her face and skim them down the sides of her body until I reach her perfect arse. I cup both cheeks with my hands and crash her body against mine as I suck her earlobe into my mouth.

  “What happened to no one touching me?”

  Does that mean she doesn’t want me to touch her?

  I release her and straighten to look at her face. “Do you want that to apply to me as well?”

  “I want things to be very clear so there’s no misunderstanding between us. I won’t give my body to someone who’d fuck me in a storage room or on a desk in the office of a bar. I want to enjoy the pleasure that goes along with great sex, so I will only sleep with a man who is eager to please me. I must be able to trust that you aren’t in it only for yourself. I’ll demand more of you than any other woman ever has, and for that, I’m completely unapologetic.”

  “Allow me to be clear with you. I only do what pleases me and that, Bonny Bleu, is what you can trust.”

  I’m still holding her so close, we’re nose to nose. “Then I believe we’ve come to an impasse that will bring neither of us any pleasure.”

  There’s a loud knock at the door but our eyes remain locked. “Go the fuck away.”

  “Sin,” Leith calls out from the other side of the door. “Your father is here to see you.”

  The timing couldn’t be worse.

  “Fuck!” I yell loudly. I release her and move away to adjust my cock. “We’ll finish this later.”

  She whirls and starts for the door. “Not likely.”

  I beg to differ. I don’t believe for a second that either of us will be satisfied with an impasse.

  Chapter Five

  Bleu MacAllister