Song: I'm Dangerous- Royal Deluxe

"So...tell me what have you found out?" I ask Tony as he stands in front of me.  He has had plenty of time to gather up enough information on her.

He hands over the file that is filled with several photos and a lot of hand written notes. "With the extra information that you gave me it has helped some but honestly not enough."

I open the file and he has picture after picture of her throughout the day.

"She enjoys this little café most mornings and it's not too far from where she works." She is sitting in the corner all by herself and playing on her phone. He points to another picture. "This is Delaney's Crematory, I took the liberty to pose as a customer...she owns the place."He has several of her going in and out and a few on the inside.

"Really a sweet little thing like her owns a Crematory what in the hell for? Don't you find that a little odd?" I don't bother glancing up at him.

He shrugs his shoulders. "Not really...I mean she works for the Cleaner and honestly it's a great way to dispose of bodies when you don't want anyone to find them."

I think for a few minutes and he does have a very good point. "Very true...what else do you got?"

"Well...I did some research in the last name...her parents are Nathan and Addison Delaney. The thing is there is nothing on file for the past fourteen years or so. It's like they just disappeared...no death certificate nothing."

I think about that and let it sink in for a few moments. Surely this guy just didn't just keep her or better yet kidnapped her. "Interesting...so if those are her real parents then why does she call Zane her farther? How did he come into all of this? He barks orders at her and she jumps like she is scared of him or maybe what he will do to her? Is she like some kind of slave to him...to fucking do what she is told to do. I got to find out what he is to her."

"Zane is very well kept to himself. He stays out of trouble...honestly it's like if you didn't know who he was he would be a ghost." He pulls out another picture. "Look...she runs every day with her dog and Atticus. Atticus works for Zane but also is more like her body guard, wherever she goes he goes with her." He throws out a few more pictures. Most of them are of her running, a few with her even in the water with the dog. Hell he even has a few of her out late at night dancing in the clubs. "I thinks she is being a little rebellious lately...you sure you want to get involved with this, sir?"

I smirk, "It's exactly what I want to get involved with. Thanks for digging a little deeper; you can leave now."

As he walks out the door, I spread out all the picture of Scarlett. Miss Scarlett Delaney, I love looking at these pictures of her going into the Crematory, pictures of eating at the little café and a few of her running with not only Atticus but her dog. There are several pictures with her and her dog running and sitting at the pier looking out at the horizon. I just might have to find away to bump into her with Sadie. I'll just have to go to my parents' house to get her. It's been a while since I have taken Sadie out for a run and I am sure she would love it.

He took pictures of her getting in and out of an Ashton Martin and then a Dodge Charger...the girl has good taste in cars that is for sure. Well I assume they are all Zane's with the amount of money that he is making for cleaning and getting rid of bodies. I know we make a nice amount for killing them so I am sure he makes just as much.

My phone goes off and I see that it is Tony...maybe he forgot to tell me something. "Yeah...what is it?" I say a little annoyed that I am being interrupted.

"Sir...you are not going to believe this but she is here...she just got out of the car fixing to come in."I stand up and go over to the surveillance footage and there she is talking to the bouncer. The black and white footage does her no justice at all but damn she looks fucking hot as ever. I stand up and walk back over to my desk and gather up all the pictures, sliding them back into the folder and then putting them in the drawer out of sight. Not that I plan to bring her up her but I don't need them out.

I head out of the office and down to the dance floor but as I see her walk in I am stunned by her beauty. I decide to hold off and go over to the upstairs VIP area and sit so that I can watch her. I watch her dance within the crowd not really with anyone but mostly just by herself. I guess she doesn't have any real friends or else they would be here with her.

I look around the room for Atticus but he is nowhere around, surely he wouldn't let her be here all alone. About an hour later she finally sits down and I have one of the girls take her a drink. "Hey...tell her it's on the house from me...alright."

"Will do sir." She gives me a kind smile back and walks off in her direction.

I watch her take her the drink and then point in my direction. Scarlet looks up at me and I hold up my glass before taking another drink. I had hoped that she would walked over to me to at least say thank you but instead she goes to the dance floor and starts dancing again. Every now and then she looks over to see if I am watching her; she is fucking tormenting me. All I can think about is taking her up to my office and anywhere but here so that I can taste every inch of her.

Almost an hour later she heads to the back towards the restrooms. I can see the line from here and it is crazy long. I get up and make my way over to her and touch the small part of her back. She slightly jolts a little shocked that anyone is putting their hands on her. I lean in and whisper in her ear, "Come with me."

She shakes her head no. "I really have to go if I leave the line now I will have to wait longer."

"Come with me, you won't regret it," I say again with a little smirk on my face and a little more demanding.

She shakes her head again but this time she lets out a soft laugh, "Alright but if I pee on you it's not my fault." She laughs again and I wonder how much she has actually had to drink already.

I take her up to my office where I just so happen to have another restroom. I show her in and walk her over to the restroom still holding onto her soft hand. "Here you go...no line."

Suddenly there is huge smile on her face. "Thanks." She looks down at her hand as if she is waiting on me to let go. I so don't want to let go of her. "Uhm...I need a minute."

"Oh yeah of course ok." I slowly let go of her hand so that you can do what she needs to do. Once she is done she comes out and looks around the office. Thank God I put the file away she would think that I was some kind of stalker.

She walks around and then towards the window. "Wow nice view."

I'm not really paying attention because all my thoughts are on how to get her out of that dress of hers. "Yeah it is." I smirk.

She turns and catches me staring at her and it's like she can read my mind. "I meant the dance floor. So do you like know the owner or something?"

I laugh at that statement. "I am the owner; Club Temptation is mine."

She looks over at me in shock. "Oh wow, so are you here often?"

"Just every now and then if I'm really needed. I have six other clubs nearby to also look after."

"So you also have another job besides being an assassin. I thought you made enough money doing your other job."

Ahh...so she knows what I really do. I wonder if she is looking into me as well. How in the hell does she know that? "This is like my dream, I love the music and I love the people who come up in here."

"Interesting!" She rolls her eyes and smiles back at me. I so want to spank her right now for that.

"What?" I'm curious to want to know what she finds so interesting about me.

She rolls her eyes again before turning back around to look out at the club. "You like people."

"Why wouldn't I?" I feel my eyebrows come together as I narrow my eyes back at her.

"I'm just saying, that's all."She giggles under her breath.

Yeah...right...what is she really getting at here? "What if I said I like you?"

She turns to look at me, like really look at me like she is trying to figure me out. "Really now, you don't even know me."

"Sure I do, I actually know quite a bit about you." If she only knew the real truth...I know practically everything about her.

"Oh really, like what?" She stares into my eyes almost daring me to guess about her...the thing is I know so much more than she thinks.

"For starters you love to dance. You come here often. You are usually alone so I take it you don't have many friends if any. The big dude that was here a few times with you actually works for your father. You have your own business as a Mortician which is kind of odd but anyway, you love nice things like clothes, jewelry, the cars you drive and you know how to take care of yourself. Maybe that's why you don't have the body guard with you."

She stares a hole through me. "Well then you little stalker you."

Yes I am...if you only knew. "I'm just stating the facts."

"Yeah ok."