Do Bad Things

"Chapter One

"You can do this, just open the door and get out, don't be a chicken, just do it!" The last part growled. Grace Cooper sat in her jacked-up ford and looked across the street at the garage. All she had to do was get out and walk in, tell them she was there to pick up the truck. It was easier said than done, that was a fact.

It didn't help that what she was doing going to do was illegal, and could very well land her in jail if she was caught. But it would be worth it, she had to do this for her sister Avery. Everything counted on it.

Grace pushed the door open and jumped out, she wasn't going to accomplish a damn thing sitting there. Time to pull up her big girl panties and just do it. She pulled the hood of her jacket over her head, straightened her shoulders and walked across the road to the garage.

Jameson Wyatt looked up from the papers he was looking over in his office, his brows drawn together. He could hear the sweetest voice talking in the other room, well actually it sounded like she was arguing, so he rounded his desk and walked out of his office and stood in the doorway.

He seen a slip of a girl with her hand on her hips, arguing with his brother Linc. She couldn't be too much over five feet, but she had curves for days. She had a hood up over her head, almost covering her face, he really wanted a look at that face.

"Look, I have the money for the repairs, he asked me to pick up the truck, why is that so hard to believe?" She asked angrily, but Jameson could hear the tremor in her voice, she was nervous.

As Jameson walked into the room she shot him a look, but turned back to the man in front of her. He reached out and pulled the hood from her head. She made a noise and reached for the hood, an abundance of glorious red hair came tumbling from the hood, down her back. She turned on him, blues eyes flashing. He would swear that she had the sexiest eyes he had ever seen, he could drown in those eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She growled at him.

He was speechless, she was so fucking beautiful. He reached out and tapped her lips, causing her to start, her eyes widened as she looked up at him. She had never seen a more beautiful man in her life. He was huge, probably stood six five, black hair, she wanted to run her fingers through, laughing grey eyes, wait, was he laughing at her? She scowled at him again.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" She asked him snottily, even if she was the one who had been staring at him. He reached out and cupped her chin.

"Love, you keep talking like that and I'm going to do something about it." He warned her silkily. Her mouth formed a perfect O as she stared at him.

"What seems to be the problem?" He asked his brother, but never took his eyes from hers. He could see the confusion about what was going on in them. And nervousness. Now what could she have to be nervous about?

"She wants to pick up a truck, says she was asked to come here and do it." Linc told him. Jameson shrugged and turned to his brother, a confused look on his face.

"So, what's the problem?" Jameson asked. Linc looked at Grace then back to "Jameson.

"It's Jacob swindles truck." Jameson frowned and looked down at the girl in front of him.

"Why are you picking up swindles truck? How do you know him?" Jameson asked her angrily. There was no fucking way she was that jackass's girl, and too bad if she was, she wouldn't be for long, Jameson thought to his self.

Grace started shifting from foot to foot, under the glare of the large man in front of her. He raised an eyebrow waiting for her to answer him.

"Uh, well he um, he is the father to my daughter." Grace told him. She watched as his face darkened, he looked like he wanted to strangle her, she took a step back and he reached out and caught her, pulling her to him. "Why?" he growled at her, his face a mask of fury, she swallowed and shook her head. He pushed her back from him, and turned to walk back to his office.