Skye Miller is a small town girl from Tennessee working at the local bar... well she was. That all ended when she met Angus MacGyver. Her life changed for what some people would call the better. But for Skye, all that has caused is a rollercoaster o...
Today's the day. In a matter of minutes Romeo Jogger's plane should be landing and he will bring a large shipment of drugs to my, I mean Montana's compound.
Riley and Matty had put so much work into this person that they weren't going to let me walk out there looking like, well me. They handed me and new outfit, heeled boots, gloves, and a dark pair of sunglasses. An undercover makeup artist came in and worked her magic making me resemble exactly what I pictured Montana Bryant to look like.
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There was a place on the back of my right boot just big enough to put a Glock 26 Gen 4. It was strange because as soon as I strapped that gun to my thigh I was no longer me, I was Montana Bryant, the wealthiest weapons dealer in America. I was a kick ass bad girl who would do whatever it takes just to get her way.
"Hey Matty, Romeo's plane just-," Mac stopped mid sentence upon entering and seeing me in my new apparel.
"I'm going to need you to take a minute, pick your jaw up off the floor, and then finish your sentence," Matty said coming around the corner.
"Come on man, Romeo's here," Jack said coming in as well. However even he stopped once he followed Mac's gaze to me.
"Guys," Riley said with a smile, "Meet Montana Bryant."
I smiled but not my normal cheerful one. This was more of a devilish grin I guess you could call it. I didn't show my teeth, I just smirked making Mac walk towards me. He placed his hands on my arms sending goosebumps down my spin.
"My god," he whispered so that only I could hear him, "And here I thought I could control myself at work. I'm really going to need you to stop proving me wrong."
"Well I can't help it," I responded in the same hushed manner, "I'm just doing my job. There is a bedroom in the back of this place if you're still feeling this way later."
"Damn it Skye," he grinned and pulled away from me quickly.
"If you two lovebirds are done over there, we do have a meeting to get to," Jack reminded us.
"You boys go on ahead," I was already doing my best to lose my southern accent for the cover as I spoke to them, "Montana will be fashionably late. She needs to double check with another client before she comes out."
"Okay but it's really weird when you refer to yourself in the third person like that," Jack held his hand up as if doing so would some how stop what I was doing.
I rolled my eyes and off they went. Here goes nothing.
Mac pov.
"Mr. Jogger," I went to greet the man with a shake of the hand. He was dressed much nicer now in a suit which he seemed to be sweating through already.
