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4 months later

Mace: Brooke, where are you?

Mace said into the earpiece. You looked around the club, eyes glancing over the people on the dance floor grinding and dancing all over each other.

Brooke: This is awful. How did I end up being the pawn?

Mace: We do what we're told.

She laughed.

Mace: Man at the bar. Black jacket, hideous hair. He's the one.

She described the man she spotted on the camera. You glanced at the man in question, mentally barfing at the thought of having to flirt with him. Here goes nothing.

Brooke: Seat taken?

You smiled shyly at the man, he turned his head towards you and looked you up and down before letting a smirk settle on his face.

Sam: All your sweetheart.

Bartender: What will you be drinking?
Brooke: Vodka Martini.

You smiled, your fingers landing on his arm, tapping it lightly as the man holds onto her hand.
Sam: Pretty girl like you all alone?

He grunted, bringing his face close to your ear. You wanted to throw up, but you had to get close to him. Just close enough to reach into his pocket. The bartender handed you your drink and you downed it almost immediately.

Sam: I'm dying to get you on the dance floor and dance with you.

(He whispered into your ear, his hand landing on your thigh as he squeezed it.)

Mace: Do it, it'll get you close enough to touch him without suspicion.

Brooke: I would love it too.

(Brooke took Sam hand and led him to the dance floor. Sam's hands were on your waist instantly, bringing you back against his chest, not trying to hide his disgusting boner pressed against your butt. Brooke chuckled and turned around pressing your hands against his chest, feeling him up and down. One hand stayed on his chest while the other wandered to his pocket, grabbing the small flash drive and tucking it in her bra.

Brooke: I will be right back.

Sam: I will be waiting for you.

(Brooke looks back at Sam as he watches her walk off the floor, she knows he is staring at her ass she shakes it until she was pulled into a strong chest until she looks up at him.) 

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