Devil's Inferno (Blacksteel Bandits Motorcycle Club Book 3) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Evelyn Glass
nearing sirens were not helping him, any. He jolted when the printer growled.
Glancing over his shoulder, Tyler hissed, “Did you find it?”
“I didn't find anything about Pete, but there's someone of interest,” replied Miranda as she mentally goaded the printer to spit out the papers faster. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Her ears thought she could hear the firefighters just outside the bank, smashing their way through the windows. She stilled her anticipation by turning back to the computer and fumbling through the other files.
Something orange flashed on the task bar. Miranda's curiosity guided her into opening the bank manager's e-mail application. She glanced at the inbox header – wrinkling her nose seeing Mr. Cross's unread number in the triple digits – before her gaze drew to the e-mail subject titles:
Memo: New Procedures for Signing Into…
Reminder: Please Reset Your Password….
(no subject)
Miranda's eyebrows shot up. Every other inbox message had a subject and remained unread, so an empty and read header looked somehow suspicious. Her gaze flicked to the sender's column.
“Mir, they're at the door. We need to take off.” Tyler's words shattered her concentration. He moved across the office, peeking through the blinds. After confirming the coast was clear, he threw up the blinds and struggled against the window's locks.
“Okay.” Quickly, she scribbled the e-mail address down on a post-it note. She closed out of the files and programs, before hopping off the chair. Outside the office, heavy footfalls and barked orders echoed around the bank. Her heart jolted to her throat. She snatched the papers from the printer just as Tyler swung the windows outward.
The voices drew closer, the barked orders becoming more irritated. They were going to figure out it was a false alarm, any second now. Miranda's stomach twisted at the thought of being caught in Mr. Cross's office. She scrabbled out the window, trying to ignore the feeling of her stockings catching and tearing on the windowsill. Tyler's broad hands caught her by the waist, helping her up and over the barrier without a word exchanged between them. He climbed out after her, closing the windows gently behind him.
They moved in tandem, in a half-crouch jog to the back of the bank. Everyone had their attention on the front of the bank, watching the firefighters enter. They parked out back, just behind the dumpster. The heat of the day grazed over their flesh, coaxing nervous sweat down their backs. Miranda's hands, slicked with sweat, gripped her clipboard to her chest. She hoped the fresh printouts weren't smudging.
Both of them rounded behind the dumpster, trying not to inhale the stink surrounding it, and shot into the car. Miranda sunk into the seat as Tyler jammed the key into the ignition. The engine puttered to life, but with the excitement at the front of the bank, would go easily unheard. Despite the adrenaline raging through his veins, Tyler forced himself to pull the car gently out of the back drive.
Silence filled the car as they rolled through the back streets of San Marta. Miranda's fingers worried the edges of the paper, still trembling from her burst of adrenaline. Her skin tingled with a mixture of glee and shame. They had pulled it off! At the cost of her integrity. Similar feelings of joy and guilt tickled at Tyler's thoughts. Round and round, his happiness and rue danced, manifesting itself as fidgety fingers on the steering wheel.
They were one step closer to proof of Pete's transgressions against the Blacksteel Bandits.
“We did it,” sighed Miranda, eyeing Tyler from the corner of her gaze. A grin tugged across her lips and something hot stirred in her lower belly. The way they had worked together, seamlessly, sent an overjoyed prickle through her body.
The atmosphere in the car changed. Relief still strewed across the air, but something
Glancing over his shoulder, Tyler hissed, “Did you find it?”
“I didn't find anything about Pete, but there's someone of interest,” replied Miranda as she mentally goaded the printer to spit out the papers faster. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Her ears thought she could hear the firefighters just outside the bank, smashing their way through the windows. She stilled her anticipation by turning back to the computer and fumbling through the other files.
Something orange flashed on the task bar. Miranda's curiosity guided her into opening the bank manager's e-mail application. She glanced at the inbox header – wrinkling her nose seeing Mr. Cross's unread number in the triple digits – before her gaze drew to the e-mail subject titles:
Memo: New Procedures for Signing Into…
Reminder: Please Reset Your Password….
(no subject)
Miranda's eyebrows shot up. Every other inbox message had a subject and remained unread, so an empty and read header looked somehow suspicious. Her gaze flicked to the sender's column.
“Mir, they're at the door. We need to take off.” Tyler's words shattered her concentration. He moved across the office, peeking through the blinds. After confirming the coast was clear, he threw up the blinds and struggled against the window's locks.
“Okay.” Quickly, she scribbled the e-mail address down on a post-it note. She closed out of the files and programs, before hopping off the chair. Outside the office, heavy footfalls and barked orders echoed around the bank. Her heart jolted to her throat. She snatched the papers from the printer just as Tyler swung the windows outward.
The voices drew closer, the barked orders becoming more irritated. They were going to figure out it was a false alarm, any second now. Miranda's stomach twisted at the thought of being caught in Mr. Cross's office. She scrabbled out the window, trying to ignore the feeling of her stockings catching and tearing on the windowsill. Tyler's broad hands caught her by the waist, helping her up and over the barrier without a word exchanged between them. He climbed out after her, closing the windows gently behind him.
They moved in tandem, in a half-crouch jog to the back of the bank. Everyone had their attention on the front of the bank, watching the firefighters enter. They parked out back, just behind the dumpster. The heat of the day grazed over their flesh, coaxing nervous sweat down their backs. Miranda's hands, slicked with sweat, gripped her clipboard to her chest. She hoped the fresh printouts weren't smudging.
Both of them rounded behind the dumpster, trying not to inhale the stink surrounding it, and shot into the car. Miranda sunk into the seat as Tyler jammed the key into the ignition. The engine puttered to life, but with the excitement at the front of the bank, would go easily unheard. Despite the adrenaline raging through his veins, Tyler forced himself to pull the car gently out of the back drive.
Silence filled the car as they rolled through the back streets of San Marta. Miranda's fingers worried the edges of the paper, still trembling from her burst of adrenaline. Her skin tingled with a mixture of glee and shame. They had pulled it off! At the cost of her integrity. Similar feelings of joy and guilt tickled at Tyler's thoughts. Round and round, his happiness and rue danced, manifesting itself as fidgety fingers on the steering wheel.
They were one step closer to proof of Pete's transgressions against the Blacksteel Bandits.
“We did it,” sighed Miranda, eyeing Tyler from the corner of her gaze. A grin tugged across her lips and something hot stirred in her lower belly. The way they had worked together, seamlessly, sent an overjoyed prickle through her body.
The atmosphere in the car changed. Relief still strewed across the air, but something
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