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hate. “Who the hell are you?”
    I shook my head
and smiled through my mask. “Someone who believes in justice for the bad people
in this world. And sometimes, if I’m lucky, it works out in my favor. Today it
did.” I paused for a second, taking in the poor excuse for a person in front of
me. He prayed on the weak because he was weak himself. “You picked the wrong
city to fuck with.”
    And then I slammed
the door in his face.
    A few minutes
later I passed the cop cars zooming toward the apartment building but my mask
and change of clothes were already safe and sound inside of my trunk. I snapped
my Bluetooth on and answered my sister’s call.
    “The whole point
of the microphone is so that you can communicate with me, so that I can know
that you’re safe,” Hayden snapped through the speakers of my car.
    I grinned. “What
can I say? I got caught up.”
    “You always do,”
she grumbled. “So, did you handle the other situation?”
    “What other
situation?” I knew exactly what she was talking about but it was still fun to
make her sweat it out a little bit. “The guy’s tied up in the closet and has a
broken wrist, he’s not going anywhere for a while.”
    “Not that
situation!” She sounded exasperated. “The one involving the girl.”
    “What girl?”
    “BRADEN!”
    I laughed. “Relax,
sis, I got the glove back. She didn’t even notice, she was too busy checking
out my arms the entire time.” I slammed on my brakes to let a woman with a few
kids cross the road. The car behind me honked but I decided to ignore him.
    “Once again your
charming good looks get you the girl.”
    I scoffed. “Don’t
hate on me, it’s not my fault that’s the way the game works.” I pressed down on
the gas pedal and zoomed further down the street. “Trust me, Ms. Cooper isn’t
going to be giving us anymore trouble. She’s probably curled up in a ball in
the middle of her floor right now convinced she’s imagined the entire
encounter.”
    “I hope you’re
right, Braden, for both of your sakes.”
    I accelerated even
more. “I’m always right.”

 
    Chapter Eight
    ADDISON

 
    I pressed down on
the button in the elevator too hard and a pain crept into my fingers. I had
paid a kid out front twenty bucks to distract the security guard on the first
floor so that I could creep into the elevator without being noticed. I watched
the floors creeping further and further up, my anger climbing with the
elevation.
    It had taken me a
few hours to put it together but I had eventually. The last place I had that
glove was at the coffee shop when hot shot Braden Nash had been hitting on me.
Then, suddenly, a half hour after he left it was nowhere to be found. Did he
really think I was too stupid to put two and two together? He probably thought
I was too mesmerized by his sexiness to think twice about anything else going
around me.
    Typical.
    Well the smooth
talker had been stupid enough to leave his REAL business card behind and one
Internet search of his name told me right where his place of business was. I
almost couldn’t believe I didn’t know who he was sooner; he was notorious in
our town for being a rich playboy. There had been some tragedy years ago that
involved his father being murdered right in front of him.
    It almost made me
feel bad for him but still, it didn’t give him the right to go around stealing
things that didn’t belong to him. He knew nothing about the night I had, which
meant he had no idea how dangerous I was.
    Or maybe he did
know about my night and that was the problem. He did own one of the biggest
entertainment channels in the world. They were known for their fast pace
journalism and hard-hitting stories. They even had their own magazine. He
clearly had stolen the glove in an attempt to break the story wide open.
    Probably after I
had emailed his channel trying to get them to talk to me.
    But this was my
story.
    And he wasn’t even
trying to use me in it.
    Not that I cared
about the