Chapter 4

Leon

I walked back to my seat, studying Sheila and wondering if there was anything I was missing. Most of my guys didn't seem to like her that much. I'd even called Sean and asked why, informing him to say whatever he wanted without fear. His only response had been that she wasn't a nice person and he didn't think she was good enough for me.

In his defense, it was something that had crossed my mind once or twice. It was why I wasn't yet ready to bring any kind of permanence to what we had. I shook my head slightly, clearing my thoughts. It was neither the time nor the place. I rounded my desk, lowering myself to my seat and Sheila to my lap. She crossed her arms around my neck and I didn't miss the small smirk she sent to Sean. I wondered, not for the first time, if there was something more to the not so subtle hate they displayed towards.

I wasn't exactly sure why it didn't bother me that much.

"I'm assuming you've got something to tell me?" I finally asked when it seemed he'd forgotten both where he was and why he'd come there. He cleared his throat, his eyes moving from me to Sheila and then back. "We've found her." He stated calmly, a hint of a smirk playing around the corner of his lips. Sean only tried to contain his smirk around me when he knew he had information that was going to make me extremely pleased. I felt a bit of genuine excitement bubbling beneath my veins.

Strange.

Even though he actually always gave pleasant news whenever I suspected it, I hadn't ever shared my excitement. Until now. "That's not even the best thing." He disclosed, his eyes darting to Sheila once again. I took the hint, asking Sheila to excuse us. She hesitated, obviously displeased that she couldn't hear more of our discussion. I could tell she'd already gotten her claws out after realizing we were talking about a female. Her possessiveness never ceased to amaze me.

Despite not wanting to, she had no choice but to excuse us. I watched her leave, choosing to ignore the slight look of relief on Sean's face once she'd gone out the door. "So what's the best part then?" I asked lazily, acting like I wasn't at all interested in whatever he had to say. He had caught her. The one who had gotten away. Pictures of the different ways I could punish her before ending her life played at the back of my head.

I never let any of my men live once they messed up. Which was why they never messed up. But I had. For the first time ever I'd let a witness to my execution escape the scene alive. I was definitely going to take the extra time in making sure that I erased her so completely that I would never remember that she had even watched me silently behind that door. Sean took a small brown envelope out of the inside of his leather jacket and slid it across the table until it was right in front of me.

I let my gaze slide from the envelope to him and then back. I picked it up, opened it and took out the contents. The first file was a report on the little miss intruder, as I'd started referring to her in my head. I stared at the name. Tamara Miller. "Tamara Miller." I couldn't help but repeat out loud. It wasn't exactly a common name. I loved it. Loved its uniqueness and the mysterious aura that seemed to come with it. Loved the way it sounded when I said it.

I pushed the file aside, staring at the picture of her Sean had managed to find. She'd been walking out of a tiny apartment, her neck turned as she stared backwards as if to make sure that no one was on her trail. I released a deep breath, taking my time to appreciate the picture. She was just as beautiful as she had been that night. Even more. Her brown hair was flying around her face and her green eyes seemed to be a mix of so many emotions. I paused, my eyebrows furrowing.

There was something oddly familiar about those eyes.

Slanting a gaze at Sean, I took a second look at her file, my eyes scanning the paper rapidly until I found the information I was looking for. Twin. She was a twin. I let myself smirk then, already knowing exactly whose twin she was. My eyes fell on the second picture and I felt a wave of annoyance as I stared into the face of the man who had had the guts to trick one of my guys and rob him of my two million dollars.

Jasper.

I didn't want to ask Sean how he'd gotten the information that they were related to each other. It didn't matter. What mattered now was how they were going to be punished. Because it was already set in stone that they weren't going to go free. I let my fingers trace the outline of Tamara's picture. She was truly a beautiful woman. Her name suited her. An exotic name for an exotic female. I stared at her lips, imagining what it would be like to kiss them. To have them wrap around me like Sheila's had been. I imagined what it would be like to have her legs spread apart, eating her out with her hands in my head as she moaned my name.

I felt myself harden.

Maybe I would play around with her for a little bit before I ended her life. Sheila would definitely be against it but I couldn't bring myself to care. "You've outdone yourself this time." I said to Sean, putting the files back into the brown envelope and staring at him. I clasped my hands together on the desk, sitting a little more uprightly. "Do you know where she lives?" I asked.

"Of course." Sean answered, a small grin on his face. I had a wild guess that it was because he'd noted my reaction to Tamara's picture. The bastard was lucky he was literally like a brother to me. It was the reason I let him get away with a few things. I gave him a slight frown at his answer. I didn't expect him to know her location and still not deliver her to me yet.

"What's holding you back then?" I asked calmly.

"You." His voice had gotten a bit more serious, calm even, all traces of the previous excitement completely gone from his expression. He wanted me to make sure that I wasn't making a mistake by wanting to hold her captive or even wanting to end her life. Sean was the only one who knew me so well. He was also the only one who seemed to believe that I still had a bit of conscience left somewhere in me. I wasn't exactly sure why he believed that. He obviously knew what was coming for Tamara Miller the second I'd gotten a hold of her, hence his hesitation.

I managed a small reassuring smile in his direction. One that didn't quite reach my eyes. I was smarter than that. I wasn't getting into any form of trouble anytime soon. Especially not one that I wouldn't be able to undo. "You have nothing to be worried about." I said to him, Aside from the fact that I was going to end the rebellious twins soon enough, but then he didn't need to know that. I pressed my lips together and said the words that I knew were going to spur him on to do what I wanted.

"I need you to get me the girl."