Page 13 of Altered By Fire (Undercover Sinners 1)
But I can safely say, I've never seen a saggy black nun's habit look so downright pornographic.
It hangs from her rail-thin frame, exposing one shoulder entirely, as well as the tops of her lush breasts. It must have been too long for her, too, as she's tied the side of it up in a knot, showing off a long expanse of bare leg.
It takes me a second to realize she's asking me something.
"Sorry, I missed that," I admit, and hear Weston snicker a laugh at my expense. Bastard.
"I said: would you like me to bring coffee up here for you all as well?" She smiles brightly at me and I swear, my heart stops for a second. Fuck she's stunning.
"That'd be lovely, thank you," I accept politely, and sit the hell back down behind the desk before she can see the growing bulge in my pants.
What is it about this chick that stirs my cock in ways no woman has since Portia?
My hand drops to my crotch as I hold eye contact with her. I take my time rearranging my pants, picturing Natalia’s slim, pale fingers in place of mine. Unaware of my thoughts, she bobs her head in acknowledgement, and I’m helpless not to stare after her as Colt leads her back to the kitchen.
"If she's to be an asset," Arsen says slowly, in a voice that tells me he's plotting something, "she’ll need to trust us implicitly. Every damn one of us. Otherwise, why the hell would she spill the beans on dear old dad? More to the point, why would we trust what she says? Unless she’s totally committed to our team, anything she says could be a trap."
"What are you saying, Pyro?" Mace demands, calling Arsen by the nickname he despises even if it is well-deserved. He did a fair stint in juvie as a kid for starting fires.
Arsen gives Mace a somewhat unhinged, piranha-like grin. "I'm saying, we gotta make her fall in love with us all. Everyone knows a woman will do anything for a man she loves."
The silence in the room is absolute as Arsen's words sink in. We need to make Natalia fall in love? Then when the job is over, and her family has been decimated … she gets tossed aside like all our case specific assets always do. That would be a new low, even for us.
"Shit." Weston is the one who eventually breaks the quiet. "We've done some fucked-up shit to get ahead in the past, but making a girl fall in love? That's next level."
"Scared you can't do it?" Arsen taunts and Weston bristles.
"Not only can I do it, I can do it faster than you, crazy dick." Weston pushes back from his chair and jabs a finger in Arsen's face. "Game on, bruh."
The sound of Arsen's laughter follows Weston as he leaves the room, and I rub at my forehead again. I am definitely developing a migraine. After this job, I’m taking a fucking vacation.
"This is going to bite us in the ass, boss," Mace rumbles, frowning in the direction Natalia went.
A heavy sigh gusts out of me, and I eye up Arsen again. "I know. But it's what needs to be done."
“Knew you’d see things my way,” Arsen smirks. “Shall we add a wager on top of it? First guy to get her to spill the beans on Daddy’s unsavory business practices gets five-hundred K from the rest of you assholes.”
“Don’t act like you’ve already won,” Mace grumbles, eyes narrowing. I can see his big hands curling into fists, and I have a feeling that if Arsen gets in his way, he’s going to get bulldozed. What a fight that would be. I’d wager five-hundred thousand on Arsen though. Crazy bastard.
Too tired to engage with the unstable fuck any further, I dismiss both him and Mace, so that I can be alone a few moments.
With them gone, I carefully and methodically place the guns we were cleaning back in their lockers and secure them. All the while, I try not to let my mind wander to the opportunity that’s been presented itself to us in the form of a lithe, chestnut-haired goddess named Natalia.
Make her fall in love? My conscience knows full well this will end badly, but the adrenaline junkie in me is gagging for the challenge.
Hell yes. This is going to be fun while it lasts.Chapter 4NATALIAColt's presence looms behind me, distracting me as I try to work out this fucking coffee machine. I was too embarrassed to admit I'd actually never made my own coffee before, because it looked simple enough. Just put the jug thing under the other thing and press some buttons and pronto! Right?
"Okay, I give up," I announce with a frustrated sigh, spinning to face Colt with the jug clutched tight in my hand. "This thing is broken or something."
