Midnight Captive by Elle Kennedy

addressed her colleague. “Thanks for the assist today. I owe you one.”
    Then, to Sean’s dismay, she tapped the window frame to signal Rafe to drive, and the tight-lipped bastard actually did, leaving the smell of oil and car exhaust in his wake.
    “Damn it,” Sean burst out. “Get the fuck out of here, Bailey. I don’t need you.”
    “Yes, you do.” She folded her arms, anger coloring hertone. “You’re still playing games, but I know something is wrong. I
know
you.”
    The volatile emotions bubbling inside him spilled over like a volcanic eruption. “What, you think because you’ve had my cock inside you that it means you know me? Think again, luv.”
    His crude words brought a flush to her cheeks, and her expression went stricken. He knew she was thinking about their night together. The way he’d filled her. Fucked her. And now he was thinking about it too, the sheer perfection of her hot pussy clamped around him, her nails raking down his back as she moaned in abandon.
    Sean’s gaze dropped to her mouth, those pale pink lips that had so eagerly kissed him that night.
    But of course she’d been eager. She’d thought she was kissing
Oliver
, for Christ’s sake. He’d been making love to Bailey that night, but she sure as hell hadn’t been making love to him.
    “You don’t know me,” he said flatly. “You were never
interested
in knowing me, and I don’t want you here.”
    “Well, too bad, because I’m not going anywhere.”
    Sean struggled to control his frustration. He’d known she was stubborn, but seeing that muleheadedness firsthand made him want to strangle her.
    “I’m serious. Starting now, I’m your fucking shadow, Sean. I won’t—”
    “He has Ollie.”
    Bailey froze. “Rabbit?”
    Sean pressed his fists against his sides, pissed off that he’d caved. No, that she’d
broken
him.
    Without another word, he stalked toward his building, breathing in the crisp autumn air. Figured that it wasn’t raining tonight. The whole bloody country was wet andmisty ninety percent of the year, and the one night he could have used some fog to disappear into, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
    “What do you mean, he has Ollie?” Bailey stayed hot on his heels, following him to the key panel on the building’s outer wall.
    Sean sighed. “Rabbit phoned me and Ollie about a month ago, demanding we rejoin the crew. Like I said, he’s gotten paranoid. He thinks he’s dealing with a traitor, and he turned to us because he trusts us. Because he trusted our father.”
    “Did you and Ollie turn him down?”
    “Of course. We’re not daft. We had no interest in working for him again.”
    Sean tapped a series of numbers into the keypad to unlock the front door, but he didn’t make a move toward the entrance. He wasn’t worried that anyone would overhear them. Not only did he own the entire building, but the place was completely off the books. Sean kept two other flats in the city—the first one easy to find, the second requiring a shit ton of digging to locate, which he knew Rabbit had done. But this third loft was his safe house, where he and his brother stored the backups for all the intel they’d acquired over the years. Nobody but him and Oliver knew it existed.
    And he needed to get upstairs right fucking now. He had to examine the contents of the flash drive and figure out what he was working with here.
    But first, he had to ditch Bailey.
    “Ollie and I said thanks but no thanks. Rabbit wasn’t happy, so he decided to force our hand by sending a couple of men to nab Ollie in London.”
    “Why Ollie?”
    Sean shrugged. “Probably because he was closer. But Rabbit knew that whichever one of us he grabbed, theother would do anything Rabbit asked to save him. And the role of savior landed on me.” He took a step toward the door, keeping his body language casual.
    “Rabbit threatened to kill Ollie if you didn’t rob a bank?” Bailey said warily.
    “Yup.” He reached for the door