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ERIC
I’m bagging the jewellery when I hear the sound of a door opening. Despite the cheap pieces and lack of jewels, the boss man decided to take them. A little payback, he called it. They clearly mean something to this rich woman for her to keep them safe and locked away. It’s a petty crime, but worth it since it’s the revenge we are looking for.
Turning my head, the plastic beads winding around my fingers, I follow the noise out into the living room. The front door is ajar, and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen stands there, staring at us. She doesn’t seem shocked or even scared…just annoyed.
“Hello, love,” I tease, breaking the silence.
Her eyes flare with anger, and her hand tightens on the door handle as if she’s trying to restrain herself. With her perfectly painted fake nails, I don’t see how she could do much damage, unless she stabbed us with them. Despite the expensive designer gown and heels, she’s more beautiful than I expected. Even pictures don’t do her justice.
Her bright, icy eyes lock on me without wavering, that striking gaze framed by long dark lashes. She has a face models would pay to get, with sharp cheekbones, natural arched brows, and thick lips. Her features all come together like a work of art. Her hair is expertly coiled on her head, the almost white blonde locks shimmering in the light, and her body? Shit. I catch myself staring at the dress that does nothing but enhance her curves. With a tucked in waist, flared hips, large tits almost that nearly fall from the bust, and the glimpse of long legs, I am incapable of stopping the drool that fills my mouth.
I’ve had my share of women, from poor to rich, and I’ve tasted every type of pussy there is like I’m at a buffet, but this woman? She has me imagining all the dirty, carnal things I could do to her, and not for the achievement of it, but for the pleasure.
Because I want to.
I want to see her mussed. I want to hear her scream for me and watch that rich exterior crack and reveal the hot-blooded woman beneath.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m loving the dress. It really highlights your breasts—Ow, what the fuck?” I yell. Gawking, with blood starting to run down my head, I raise my hand to my aching temple, where she just hit me with some weird, twisted vase she threw at my head. I didn’t even see her move. I expected her to run, to scream, but instead, she attacked me!
“She threw something at me!” I exclaim at the others, outraged.
“I saw,” Archer deadpans. “What kind of robber is too slow to move out of the way? If you weren’t so busy ogling her—”
“Oh, shut up. You were too. Don’t deny it!” I snap back, pouting at the cut on my head.
“Am I interrupting?” she queries calmly, and when we all look back at her, I can’t help but smile. Her arms are crossed, and her expression is thunderous and exasperated. No, she’s not what I expected at all.
“Yes, actually. I didn’t get to finish about your breasts—” She throws something again. This time, I dodge it and wag my finger at her. “That’s not very nice. I’m only trying to pay you a compliment on your incredible assets.”
“I will throw something else,” she hisses. “What are you doing in my house?”
“I mean, it’s pretty obvious.” I shrug, dropping my hand from my head before smirking and taking a step towards her.
“Get out now and I won’t phone the police,” she threatens, still apparently thinking she’s in charge here. I share a look with the others, impressed at her strength. I expected a fainting, wilting, screaming type of rich broad. The one standing before me?
She’s strong, cold, and determined.
“We can’t do that, I’m afraid,” Archer tells her. “You’ve seen us.”
“Want me to kill her?” Gage offers.
I still, wondering if he actually would. We don’t ever cross that line. We aren’t murderers. Yes, our souls aren’t squeaky clean—we’ve done some bad things—but taking the life of an innocent? No, never. I eye him, wondering if he’s serious.
Archer hesitates before shaking his head. “No, but we can’t let her leave. Not yet.”
Booker prowls towards her as if he’s trying to herd her. She doesn’t move from the door, like she knows it’s her escape route. Gage, however, points a gun at her, realising she won’t cooperate. “Don’t move.”
“Tell us where all the jewels and riches are, and we won’t hurt you,” Archer says almost kindly.
“Go fuck yourself,” she spits out, giving us a betrayed look.
“I’ll ask only once more. We don’t want to hurt you, Genevieve.” She flinches at her name. “Tell us.”
“At the bank in a fucking safe, you idiot.” She laughs, her head tipping back before she meets his eyes again. “There’s nothing here. I have no jewels or expensive paintings for you to steal, so I guess you’ll just have to kill me.”
And they say I’m unhinged. She’s daring us to, practically vibrating with the need for violence and retribution. In her eyes, I see how haunted and hurt she is. I don’t know what put that look in this woman’s gaze, but she’s a force to be reckoned with.
And she just laid down an ultimatum.
Tonight just got interesting.
