Loves Sharp Edges

Chapter Three - Y/N

You're sat alone, drinking a takeaway coffee from Starbucks looking at the empty shop with its for sale sign in the beautiful bay window. The others hadn't realised you'd made an offer, well Tispy knew you might but the others nothing. It wasn't any of their business. The though of the others caused you to look at you watch, a sleek expensive thing on your wrist. It was one of your many skills, creating beautifully exquisite fakes that people wouldn't realise were fake for a long time, time enough for it not to be traced back to you or anyone you'd given them too. Unless they were stupid obviously. But this one, this one was real, your entire outfit was over three grand. The sleek brown trench coat, the black silky blouse, the stylishly tight jeans and black boot heals from all the top brands, not that  you'd not bought these clothes yourself, no, your latest mark had bought them, it was little 'pretty woman' except you'd left him short sixty grand and you had a new wardrobe. It had taken you a few months out of state to do it but, thats part of why you did it, a little vacation for yourself. 

You drained the last of your drink before throwing into the trash and heading to the bar. 

"Thanks for putting up the lights" you say as you walk in through the back, you leave your coat on the barstool next to you as you take out some paperwork. The bartender, Sam smiled before going back to setting up the place for opening.

"Hey girl, where you been?" Tipsy's voice rang through the room as he appear from the dart board. 

"Who let you in here asshat" you say playfully as he gives you a hug before leaning against the bar. 

"How did it go?" he said still smooth and enthusiastic.

"Much easier than I thought. . ." You smirk as you reach into your bag and hand him a huge wad of cash "thats for the watch parts and a little extra, Madeline likes to screw everyone, even the ones that help her." You say knowingly as Tipsy looks at the cash. 

"You know, you don't. . ." 

"I know I don't" you say putting your bag away and going back to the paperwork "so don't forget that, because I can also take it away quicker than you can say martini." You look back at him, he was a little shocked and then he smiled. 

"Does he know you're back?" Tipsy looked at you, an extra little cheeky spark to his usual grin. 

"He does." You look up, putting the stuff you were reading down and placing your arms over your crossed legs, like a lazy crossed arm, your manicured fingernails tapping almost unimpressed-ly as Max walks in, Tipsy looks between the two of you pulls and awkward face and smirks to himself before heading off into the back of the bar. You watched as Max strides over, everything about his was entrancing, the hight, all six foot something of him, his slim but muscular build, his cheek bones, the beautiful dark locks of hair that often fell into his face almost like a angel had done it, or that sat beautifully even slicked back. But it was his eyes, his stealy blue eyes, with a glistening magic to them that had always had you captivated. Right from the start. 

"Is Mommy not with you?" You look behind him with a snap to your sarcasm before still up straight again. 

"Y/N." He stared at you. He was being deadpan, his poker face was on. You could usually tell when he was lying, it had been part of your job before you did what you did now. Undercover cop. You'd started out young but you realised that all the cops were dodgy too and you decided your skill set would be much better used playing for the other side, that was where they money was right, and hell lets face it, how many good people had you met in your life? Not many you sigh inwardly. 

"I trust the short con I left you with went well? You can thank me later." You swivel round on the chair looking once again at the folder in front of you. You heard footsteps as his boots tred purposefully but slowly towards you, he was so close you could smell him. He was intoxicating.