All four of them burst out into laughter.
“Shit. Calista didn’t punch her?” Julian asked.
“She tried. Katherine held her back. I’m going up to the bar. Do you need anything?”
“We’re all set, bro,” Roman said.
I walked up and instantly noticed a beautiful woman sitting by herself. Her long, dark hair cascaded over one shoulder as she stirred her martini with a thin straw.
“Hey, Parker. What can I get you?”
“Hey, Bart. Scotch. Make it a double.”
There was something about the mysterious woman sitting alone that piqued my curiosity—a pull that went way beyond attraction.
“Hi. I’m Parker.” I smiled, extending my hand.
“Paige. Not interested.”
“Okay, then.” I grabbed my scotch from the bar and went back to the table. This night couldn’t end fast enough.
“Who was that woman?” Julian asked.
“She’s beautiful.” Laurel smiled.
“She said her name is Paige and she’s not interested.” I tipped the glass to my lips.
Roman reached over and hooked his arm around me. “Tonight just isn’t your night. Sorry, bro.”
Chapter Two
Paige
I spun on my heel, my boot meeting the jaw of the asshole who thought it would be a good idea to sneak up behind me. A thud followed the crack of a bone as his body hit the concrete.
“Anyone else feeling lucky?” I asked, as three more men circled me, switchblades glowing under the dim warehouse lights.
The tallest of the three lunged forward, his blade slashing through the air as I ducked, dropping low and sweeping my leg, which sent him to the ground, knocking him out. The other two flew at me. Rolling to my feet, I caught the shorter one’s wrist and twisted it until his fingers loosened their grip on the knife, while lifting my elbow, and smashing it into the man’s face, coming up from behind.
All four men were unconscious. Removing the flash drive from my pocket, I inserted it into the computer and copied the files. One of the men stirred. Grabbing my gun from my back, I shot him between the eyes.
“Stay down, asshole.”
I turned to the computer, and the download was complete. Taking the drive, I shoved it into my pocket and pointed my gun at one of the men, dragging himself along the floor toward his gun.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I pulled the trigger and shot him in the head. Then I shot the other men who were still unconscious and walked out of the warehouse.
Climbing on my motorcycle, I drove until I saw Harrison’s Bar. Pulling into a parking space, I climbed out and went inside. Walking through the door, I scanned my surroundings, taking note of everyone and everything in the place.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.
“Neat Martini with Gin and three olives,” I said.
“Here you go.” He smiled, setting down my drink.