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“Damn,” Charlie mutters.

“She’s on probation,” I add. “So don’t give her too much information unless I okay it.”

“Got it.”

“Give me your phone.” I reach out my hand to her.

She looks at me with utter disdain. Her phone is her current lifeline to her brother, even if he’s not answering. I know she doesn’t want to give that up right now. “Say please.” she finally responds.

There’s my little thief.

I’m not sure if I want to laugh or spank her.

Instead I say, “Annie. Now.”

I love the sass out of her, but I need her to respect me in front of my crew. I can’t lose any more respect.

She uncurls her body and slowly extends the locked pink cased iPhone.

“Thank you.” I give her an appreciative smile.

She returns it with a glare. Her eyes are ocean blue and piercing, I could get lost in them.

“I want you to put a tracker on it,” I tell Charlie, handing him her phone. “I want to know where she is at any time.”

“Seriously?” she interrupts. She’s annoyed, and that’s fine. I want her to know I’m tracking her. I want her to know that I know where she is at all times. I want her to fear me.

I ignore her outburst, instead directing my focus on Charlie. “I need a minute. You got this?”

“Yep,” Charlie responds, then looks to Annie. “Mind if I use your table?”

“Sure, not that I get a fucking say.”

I laugh.

Yep, her s

ass is back.

I take a moment to freshen up in her bathroom, god knows I need it.

My hangover was dull now, at least I could thank Annie for that. I’m not completely sure what I’m doing here, why I’m overtaking this girl's life, but I know I can’t go back now and honestly I don’t want to.

I want everything Annie Byrne has to offer.

My little thief.

I scrub a hand down my face and look over myself in the mirror. I have three days worth of stubble growing on my jaw. A good made man would shave.

A good made man would do a lot of things I’m slacking on right now.

I feel motivated with her out there though. I currently want to take on the Pearce job and get shit done with her here.

It’s a stupid thought, really.

She has one use for me; she gets through that opening and then she’s done. I’m done with her.

Already, I wonder if that’s really what’s going to happen.