The Betrayed Mechanic Is A Secret Boss

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motorcycle and rolled silently into the alley be

ousing an encrypted military-grade laptop containing

wire, pushed open the heavy iron door, and headed

pack, the metal roll-up door was yanked upwa

s voice echoed across the concrete. He stepped inside

y bag with a shrill cry. "Colin! She's stea

with utter contempt. "Steal? Every piece of equipmen

ract showing in the dark circles under his eyes. "Leave t

lfway out. "Let's see what the IRS thinks of the two

charged forward like a wild animal, re

lder clipped my side, the force drivi

healed laceration on my back. A sharp, tearing pain ripped

epped closer with a fake look of horror, stickin

d on my heel and swung my arm with full force,

athy spun halfway around and hit the

in roared, raising

ife and pressing the cold edge directly against hi

ng his terrified gaze, "and I'll o

skin. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he slowly

nto the dark, the roar of the exhaust d

e pain in my back had left my fingers numb on the handleb

ossed the yard. Kiel's face was terrifyingly d

ut he cut me off, carrying me silently up the

d a pair of shears from the tray, and cut my shirt dow

ng a gun, trembled slightly as he press

s voice was a lo

ith them." I turned my head, w

iculous care, his hot breath brushing against my

ured curve of my shoulder in a possessive, burning press. "On

his warmth, knowing the r