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The smile on Jordan’s handsome face said he didn’t mind for one moment that someone said Megan owned that part of his anatomy.

We were driving back to London when Jordan spoke again. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah, it all just feels a bit weird,” I admitted.

“I’m the silent partner of our business. Flynn is the figurehead. I tend to only drive on our private tracks to avoid giving Megan a heart attack.”

“Is this you telling me to be nice to Flynn?” I asked.

“Nah, he’s a great guy but a little grumpy when you first meet him. Megan thinks he’s great since he helped her out in a divorce settlement by evaluating a garage filled with cars. He was like a kid in a toy shop talking about it for weeks afterwards. He even bought a few in the auction for his collection.”

“Okay, I’ll be nice to the grumpy partner,” I replied.

“He loves any sort of pastries or any unhealthy treat filled with sugar,” Jordan continued.

“Duly noted.”

“And he takes his coffee black with half a cup of sugar in it.”

“You do realise I’m not a tea lady?” I queried.

“I’m trying to give you advice on how to tame the savage monster,” he said, shooting me another grin.

“I promise to give the cranky man sugar until he sweetens up.”

Jordan laughed and shook his head. “Welcome to the team. I’ll add you to the security system and get you access to our computers.”

“Thank you for today,” I said in a low tone. I never wanted to admit I needed a man to fight my battles, but today I did and he hadn’t rubbed my nose in it.

“No worries, always happy to bang someone’s head against the wall until they see sense. Both Flynn and I work. We have a few other guys who work with us, but if you have any problems, come to either of us.”

I nodded once. “Thanks. I’ll take a look at the designs when I get myself sorted.”

“The guys are going to drop that van off at our unit, so it’ll be waiting for you.”

In less than twenty-four hours, my life had changed and I didn’t know if I was dreading or excited about the next stage. I had always stood in my brother’s shadow. Now it was time to find my way into the light. I needed to find my true potential.

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Chapter Three

Flynn

The alarm on my phone sounded and I lifted it from the bedside unit and squinted at it. Who the fuck would be breaking into our factory at three in the freaking morning? I really hoped they didn’t have a problem with me shooting them in the ass.

This was the part when average businessmen phoned the police, but the owners of this business were far from average. I considered phoning Jordan for two seconds, but the guy had been through hell with his family problems lately, and I didn’t need Megan chewing my head off for disrupting what little sleep he got.

“I’m going to stick my toe up their ass,” I muttered as I stabbed my legs into the jeans hanging over my clothes chair in the bedroom.

I lifted my gun and several fully loaded magazines to slide into my pocket before heading to my garage and taking my Harley.

Three years ago, Jordan saved my life from that dungeon where I was slowly starving to death. He dragged my ass back to England, let me claim the hit fee for the guy he killed, and then offered me a business proposal. He needed someone who wasn’t squeamish around blood to run his clean-up crew. We tended to get rid of the bodies he left, and I personally added to the body count when Jordan was busy.

We then discovered our shared loved of racing, and bought ourselves some rally cars to speed around tracks Jordan had made on land he owned. The rest was history and Jordan was one of the few people in this world that I was loyal to.

I raced through the streets of London until I reached the outskirts where our warehouses were located. A strange car sat outside and it was more than a little rude that they had driven up to blatantly break into our property. Thieves had no self-respect nowadays. What ever happened to casing out a building and planning your entry and exit points?

I placed my thumb on the scanner before inputting my code.

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