Ammo just turned and studied him. Then he sighed. “You were the one who had to urgently come here.”
“And now I need to leave.”
“Fine.” Ammo shrugged and picked up his play bag. “I’m ready.”
They walked out to the elevator in silence, traveling up to the parking level on the ground floor. The BDSM club was in the basement. Bit cliché, but it worked.
After getting in Zander’s truck, they headed out.
“This about the thief?” Ammo asked.
Zander tightened his hands around the steering wheel.
“Don’t call her that.” It was all right for him to call Keira a thief, however that didn’t mean that anyone else was allowed to call her that.
Fuck.
Ammo didn’t say anything, but he could feel the weight of his stare.
“You like her?”
Like wasn’t how he would put it. He was interested in her, intrigued by her. She had fire and fight, but was also so vulnerable and fragile.
“I don’t think it’s as simple as that.”
“Fuck,” Ammo muttered. “She’s a job. Women. They just get in the way.”
“In the way of what?”
“Logic. Work. Getting shit done.”
Zander frowned. “That’s not true. Honey doesn’t get in the way of any of that. She works well in the team.”
Ammo had never shown any irritation or bad feelings towards their female member.
“Honey is different, she’s one of us. This girl isn’t. You can’t trust her.”
Zander thought about that. There were things he didn’t know about her, that was true. Things that she’d done that were definitely questionable, and illegal. But if he held that against her, he’d be a hypocrite. Hell, the stuff she’d stolen had been obtained illegally in the first place.
So who was to say she was the one in the wrong?
Or was he simply justifying everything she’d done because he was attracted to her?
It wasn’t going to stop him from pursuing what he felt for her.
If he hadn’t fucked things up by scaring her.
Yeah. That would put a damper on his plans to seduce her.
And keep her.
* * *
When he got home,he headed straight to her room.
But he was brought up short as he found Webb sitting outside her bedroom door. He had a sleeping bag open and over him and was watching something on a tablet.
Zander came to a stop. “What are you doing?”