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  THE MOST WANTED

  Between robbing banks and making Isis obey their wickedly dirty commands, the kinky bank robbers seem to have it all. Or do they?

  The gang’s desire for a normal life leads them to start an actual business—a detective agency. But when a drug kingpin hires them to solve a baffling mystery, the gang is driven deep into the Los Angeles underworld—and comes face to face with a dangerous enemy.

  And the mystery isn’t the only thing unravelling—a sexy and forbidden new game is tearing the gang apart. Can they pull back together before it’s too late? Or is the world’s sexiest four-way doomed to destruction?

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  THE MOST WANTED

  Taken Hostage by Kinky Bank Robbers #4

  Chapter One

  I lounged behind the front desk of our new private investigation office wearing a red Coco Chanel skirt suit. Maybe I was overdressed, but it was the first day we were open, and I wanted to help set a professional tone. And hey, being able to wear fabulous clothes was definitely one of the bigger perks of being the significant other of three very successful bank robbers.

  The suite of offices we’d chosen for our new P.I. firm was on the second floor of an awesome vintage building just off of one of the main drags in downtown L.A. I loved it for the film noir appeal, what with its wooden floors and high ceilings. My three clever and kinky lotharios loved it more for the fire escape, the sight lines, and the easy roof access.

  Because yeah, this was a semi-legit business, but we were still wanted bank robbers who had to stay nimble and safe—there were warrants out for our arrests, after all.

  And of course some jerk of a police sketch artist had made the most dramatically unflattering police sketches of us possible. But you can’t exactly write a letter of complaint to the LAPD asking that they redo your sketch to have your eyes not so close together. At least, that’s what Zeus was always saying.

  The larger threat and the real reason we needed quick escape routes was ZOX, the intelligence agency my guys used to work for. If ZOX showed up, there would be real trouble.

  It was the one thing my hardened criminals were scared of. The only thing that kept them up at night. (Well, maybe not the only thing.)

  As an added benefit, an office like this was nice for the thieves, gangbangers, hoodlums, hitters, and assorted fugitives of L.A. County. Most private investigation firms out there probably served coffee and bagels to their clients; we offered a convenient escape route, should they be tailed.

  I will confess that I was surprised back when Zeus first started talking about launching the P.I. firm—it’s not like we needed the money.

  He claimed he was bored, and that we needed something more beyond robbing banks. He got Thor and Odin excited about the challenge of using our skills to help criminals who didn’t have access to effective investigative services. But was that really it?

  I sensed there was more to it.

  The door had one of those cloudy glass windows just like in old movies. There was some debate over what to paint on it. In the end, we left it blank, except for the office number. Again—discretion.

  We were thinking about printing business cards, though we couldn’t quite decide on a tagline for our agency. My suggestions included Criminals need a detective agency, too! and To catch a criminal, you have to BE a criminal. But Odin thought those ideas were a little too obvious. Thor wanted to just use our gang motto: You WISH we were dead, motherfuckers. But it didn’t seem like the kind of thing you would want to put on a business card, considering their purpose was to attract clients, not frighten them.

  Just in case you’re wondering—no, Zeus, Thor, and Odin are not their real names. My real name isn’t Isis. The last time I used my real name was more than a year ago, back when I was their hostage during a robbery gone bad. Actually, the robbery went pretty well for me, though if I’d known how that day would end, I would’ve worn way better underwear.

  And I would’ve hugged my sisters before I left the farm that morning for my bank job. I missed them so bitterly that sometimes I thought the feeling would consume me. I’d been dying of boredom in that old life, but I’d never imagined leaving forever, having to fake my own death to protect them.

  I tried not to think about that.

  So I waited there at my massive wooden desk, excited that our first client was arriving soon. I arranged the folders and made sure the word game and cartoon porn windows were closed on my laptop, just in case we had to research something in front of the client.

  When I looked up next, there was Zeus, leaning in the door frame between our offices, arms crossed, which made his fine brown sports jacket pull tight over his massively muscular arms.

  “I like that jacket,” I said.

  He didn’t reply; he merely stood there, eyeing me like a dark predator.

  My heart rate kicked up. The dark predator gaze…surely he wasn’t thinking about sex at a time like this! All the same, I closed the laptop and slid it into a drawer. Because…experience.

  In a movement more animal than human, he pushed off the door frame and moved toward me. He stopped in front of my desk, shrugged off the jacket, and set it beside the folders.

  “I said I liked it. I didn’t mean you had to give it to me.”

  “Goddess,” he whispered hoarsely. He fingered the top button of his shirt, then flicked it open, revealing a triangle of man chest.

  “Zeus. What are you doing?”

  He held my gaze from across the desk as he opened another button.

  I smiled. “Dude!”

  He had that dark wild look in his eyes that sometimes scared me, but mostly turned me on. Something warmed in my belly as he undid button after button, until his shirt hung open, revealing the middle of his massive chest. He slid a hand over his washboard abs, making me imagine sliding my hand there, making me imagine the hard warmth of his washboard abs. I looke at the small line of fur trailing down from his belly button, down, down… I curled my fists, mentally beaming a message to my better self, my more responsible self. Must not touch him. Client coming. Must…not…have…sex.

  Zeus pressed his hand between his legs.

  My heart rate sped up to double time, and my responsible self was getting so far away. “Our first client is coming at any minute.” There was a Mr. Alexander Hamilton scheduled for nine o’clock.

  “Do I look like I’m here to consult Google Calendar?” he asked.

  My belly tightened as he toyed with the snap on his pan
ts. I could see from the bulge that he was hard as steel, and I was suddenly wishing Mr. Alexander Hamilton had scheduled himself for ten instead of nine. Better yet, noon.

  “Is this how a man consults Google Calendar?” Zeus asked again, voice roughened with lust.

  “I don’t know. In France, maybe?”

  He moved his hand down, watching me steadily.

  “He’ll walk in at any minute,” I said.

  “Door’s locked.”

  Somebody had to act professional here, and apparently that was me. “They’ll see shapes moving around in here, and they’ll hear. We should wait for after.” I stacked my folders, heart pounding.

  Zeus leaned over the desk with a slight snarl twisting his lush lips. With one massive tree trunk of an arm, he slid them off the desk and onto the floor.

  My skin tingled as I stared at the bare, flat surface. “I was doodling on one of those.”

  “I need you, goddess,” he grated.

  I straightened the lapels of my suit, like my professional exterior would cancel out my wildly unprofessional desires. “Clients, Zeus. Haven’t you ever heard ‘you never get a second chance to make a first impression’? What kind of an impression does it make if a client walks in on us fucking?”

  The door off to the side of the reception area opened, and Odin came in with a file cabinet. “What’s going on?”

  “A client’s on the way,” I began breathlessly, “and…”

  “And the boss wants to fuck his secretary.”

  I bit back a smile. I wasn’t really secretary—I was an equal partner in the gang and the firm now, too. But this was role-play secretary, one of our favorite games, and the fact that we were in an actual office was giving it an extra edge.

  Odin set the cabinet down and came over to me, shaking his head sadly. “Ice.”

  “Our first client is coming any minute,” I protested. And my responsible self is moving out of communication range.

  Odin came around to my side of the desk and stood over me, holding out his hand. “Goddess,” he whispered. “If the boss wants you, the boss gets you.”

  My heart pounded. Odin, too? Thor was gone today, working at the little clinic he ran over the border. Not that he’d put a stop to something like this.

  Odin took my arm and hauled me up roughly, so that I was nearly flush with him, making me tingle up and down. His whisper was harsh and utterly dominating. “The boss needs your panties. Now.”

  Part of me was thinking yes. But part of me was thinking Alexander Hamilton…not the sexiest thing in the world, though if you look at a ten-dollar bill, Alexander Hamilton actually is pretty sexy.

  “What thoughts, goddess? Is something distracting you from your secretarial work?”

  “Uh—”

  “Now,” Zeus commanded.

  With trembling hands I reached under my skirt, pulled my panties down my legs, and stepped out of them, then snatched them up and dropped them in his outstretched palm. “Alexander Hamilton specifically asked for nine o’clock.”

  “That’s the name our client gave?” Odin asked. “Alexander Hamilton? Yeah, that doesn’t sound fake.”

  I shrugged. “It’s not a bad name.”

  Odin put on a stern face now. “Boss needs you bent over the desk.”

  “There are people walking by, down the hall,” I said. “They’ll know, you know…”

  “I don’t care. I’m proud of our relationship,” Zeus said, one lazy hand on his cock, hardening himself for me. “This is how we express our love for each other, and if anybody wants to act like it’s wrong, I will fuck them up. I’ll make them sorry.”

  He would, too. I couldn’t help but remember a certain day spa that wouldn’t give the four of us a couples massage. Zeus almost trashed the place.

  “But there are seven other offices on this floor alone. What if our office neighbors hear?”

  “I’ll fuck them up, too,” Zeus growled, being his typical unreasonable self, always looking to beat the crap out of anybody who criticized our foursome.

  It turned me on a little.

  Okay, a lot.

  Zeus growled again, sensing the pleasure his words were giving me. He lowered his voice to a hoarse whisper. “I’ll fuck them up.”

  My pulse raced. Yeah, it was probably wrong that it turned me on. Let’s just say my better self was orbiting the moon.

  Odin pulled me close, flush with his body. The feel of his log of a cock against my belly sent a bolt of arousal through my core. He grazed my lips and cheeks with cinnamon-flavored kisses, just holding me there for a long time, forcing me to relax against him, to feel him.

  Odin loved letting me feel his power and control. He was psychological ops back when the guys were badass covert agents. Back when they weren’t being hunted by the agency they’d once worked for.

  I was starting to forget about Hamilton.

  Slowly, Odin slid his hands up the backs of my thighs. “We’ll make it so good, baby.” His hands continued up, rough and warm on my ass now. “Bend over the desk, face down. I suggest you perform your secretarial duties before the client arrives. You’ve earned five strikes for five objections. Are you going for a sixth?”

  Strikes. A shiver sailed through me. “I didn’t object five times.”

  “Now you get six,” Odin said.

  Odin pulled apart the lapels of my fire-engine-red jacket and located my nipples, rock-hard through my silk shirt. Lightly he began to twirl them.

  I melted under his touch.

  “Seven. Will you go for eight, goddess?” He rubbed bristly whiskers against my cheek as he rolled my nipple between his clever fingers. “Because I could really go for eight. I will make it fucking-g sing for you, baby.”

  Sensation spiked through my belly. I glanced at the clock. Maybe professionalism was overrated.

  Odin smirked. “You like to be watched anyway. Maybe we’ll make our new client watch.”

  “That would be a new twist on the concept of full service,” I joked.

  Zeus stroked his cock. “She only likes us to watch. She would never want a random stranger to watch.”

  “Never is a strong word,” Odin said.

  “But the right word,” Zeus growled.

  “What are you talking about? Just last month you were talking about making a sex tape,” Odin said.

  “It’s just how I feel right now,” Zeus said. “It’s a no-go.”

  Odin frowned. He wasn’t feeling Zeus’s new no-go.

  I was thinking about it. I definitely liked it when one of my guys watched the other two take me. A lot of times Thor was the watcher. Would it add to things to have a stranger watch? I imagined an edgy, unknown presence in the room, eyes invading me as Zeus and Odin ravished me. A dangerous stranger, silent in the corner, cold eyes on my vulnerable body as I got utterly dominated.

  I was starting to like the idea.

  I looked over to see Odin regarding me carefully. He smiled, like he was reading my mind.

  Zeus came over to us, and I kissed him, but I couldn’t get the stranger thing out of my mind—that was the evil of Odin and his psychological insight. I wouldn’t know what the stranger was thinking, either, and that would give everything a sexy edge. I’d like it best if he was a stern, clean-cut, really authoritarian person. And gravely disapproving. The stranger would be tied up, too—I wouldn’t want the stranger to be able to jerk off, because that was too much like a new person having sex with us, and hey, I’m not depraved. The tied-up, stern, authoritarian stranger would be allowed to watch us fuck and nothing more.

  Odin started back up with his mind-melting nipple twisting. “You would like that, goddess, wouldn’t you?”

  Zeus stopped kissing me. “She wouldn’t like it.”

  Where did this tension between them come from? “A thing is only fun if we’re all into it.”

  “So you’d like it?” Zeus asked. “You were thinking about it, weren’t you?”

  “What are you, the thought p
olice? I think a lot of things.” I considered giving the Alexander-Hamilton-looking-sexy example, but I decided that would only hurt my case. “I was testing it in my mind, that’s all.”

  Odin smiled. “And enjoying it.”

  Zeus frowned. “Isis, isn’t what we have between us enough?”

  “Of course it is!” I said.

  Odin’s gaze glittered. “But a watcher is different, isn’t it, Ice? You’d like a stranger to watch. A menacing, silent stranger to add a little danger. You love danger, you love an edge.”

  Zeus frowned some more.

  “It’s not like that…”

  Odin grabbed my hair and made me look into his amber eyes. “Do not lie.”

  My pulse skittered. I so wanted to fuck now.

  “I’m not lying,” I gasped. “I would never want to fuck anybody else except you guys—not ever!”

  “But,” he said.

  I shrugged. “Watching is different.”

  Odin twisted my hair. His rough treatment of me made my sex feel electric. “How, goddess?”

  My heart pounded. “Just never you mind.”

  “Stop stalling. How is it different? Describe it all.” He twisted harder.

  This mean-bosses game was starting to melt my mind. “Sort of…knowing somebody else’s eyes are on us, like a stranger…” I trailed off.

  “Ten spanks if you don’t complete that sentence now,” Odin said.

  “I guess…it would increase the awesomeness of being with you guys. Like sharing good news.”

  Zeus frowned. “There will be no watching.”

  I felt Odin stiffen, and not in the sexy way. “That’s not a rule you can make, Zeus.”

  “I’m making it now, Odin.”

  I looked back and forth between them. What was up with Zeus?

  Odin was right. It wasn’t the kind of rule Zeus could make. Zeus got to command things in any kind of military situation just because you needed a commander, but he didn’t get to make everyday rules for the group. Thinking of new dirty things to do was one of our favorite activities.