Page 29 of Nest of Thieves
“Hey there, sugar. I’m here to talk about getting my car serviced.” I push my voice to be a little more husky than it is naturally.
“Who is this?” he asks, suspicion creeping into his tone.
“This is Candy, hun. Didn’t Mac tell you I’d be coming by?”
“Mac sent you?”
I release a throaty laugh. “He told me to come by to get serviced. Is this the right place?”
“Uh...yeah. Yeah, this is the place. Let me buzz you in.”
The gate rolls back on smooth wheels, and two guys emerge from the garage. I sashay up to them, adding an exaggerated sway to my hips. The men share a look, and I smirk.
Suckers.
See? T & A save the day.
“Hey there. I’m Candy.” I stop in front of them and hold my hand out, thankful I covered my omega mark with makeup. “Mac didn’t tell me his employees were so handsome.”
“I’m Orion and this is Jay.” The guy with scruffy blond hair points to his friend, Jay.
Jay is bald and around my height. They’re both covered in tattoos and appear thirstier than a man stranded in the desert. Orion’s eyes haven’t left my boobs, and Jay isn’t much better, letting his gaze stray over every inch of leg I’m showing.
“It’s so hot, can we talk in the bay?” I wave my hand in front of my chest.
“Sure, this way.” Orion leads the way into the shop, stopping near a giant fan. “Better?”
There’s one other guy working, but his head is stuck inside of an engine. The rock music is so loud he hasn’t noticed me yet. A few of the big fans stir the hot air filling the bay.
“Much better.” I scan the worktable on my right. There are a few options that would work. The other guy might present a problem, but judging by their scents, these guys are all betas. He can’t alpha command me to stand down. He’d beat me in a fair fight.
Good thing I like to play dirty.
I rest my hip on the table, letting my fingers brush over a tire iron. “Gosh, I hate this weather.” I laugh and run my hand over my cleavage, pretending to wipe away sweat.
“Do you need help cooling off?” Jay asks, stepping closer. “I’d be happy to help you out of those sweaty clothes.”
Orion closes in too. Either they’re in desperate need of a good lay, or they’re just horny bastards. My money is on the latter.
“Jay, you dirty dog.” I bat my eyelashes. “Can Orion help too?” I pout my lower lip.
“Fuck yeah,” Orion says. “Let’s take her to the office.”
The tools I can use as weapons are all out here. I’ll have to deal with them on the shop floor.
“I don’t mind the audience.” I wink at him and curl my fingers around the tire iron. “Do you?”
“Damn, woman,” Jay mutters. He reaches for me.
Nope.
My pulse accelerates and endorphins flood through my body. This. This right here is why I love what I do. It’s a high you can’t buy. The possibility of danger, of being hurt or caught, that thrill is better than any drug out there. Nothing could compare to the shiver of fear or the tremble of excitement building in my chest as I swing the iron into the side of his temple. I don’t use full force. I want him unconscious, but I’m not trying to kill him. Orion curses, but I bring the hit around to smack him in the face too. I miss his temple as Jay drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I round on Orion, wielding the iron like a bat.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Chill the fuck out.” Orion holds his hands up.
I almost feel bad for what I do next. Almost.
Dropping the iron, I deflate and sniff. “I’m sorry. I got scared when he tried to grab me.”
