Contents. CHAPTER ONE

Contents

Title Page

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

About the Author

Locked

The Alpha Group Book One

Maya Cross

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

For C.

For putting up with an awful lot.

CHAPTER ONE

It was nearly one in the morning when I realised that I was about to do something stupid. Ordinarily, I'm not someone who is prone to random acts of mischief. By day I'm as straight as they come. But get a few glasses of red into me, and suddenly that little devil on my shoulder starts sounding a whole lot more reasonable.

And tonight was definitely one of those nights.

I was sitting in a shabby little bar with two friends, celebrating Louisa's engagement. We'd only been there an hour, but the empty glasses were already starting to accrue in embarrassing amounts on the table in front of us. Our attention was focused on a finely dressed couple who were walking through a doorway at the back of the room.

" My money's on... international drug lord, " I said.

" I'm going to go with local mafia, " Louisa replied. We both looked expectantly at Ruth.

" Billionaire men's underwear mogul! " the other woman declared grandly, swaying a little in her seat. The three of us dissolved into giggles.

We were no strangers to a drink or two on a weeknight, but given that it was a special occasion, we'd wanted to take it up a notch. I'm not sure who actually uttered the words 'pub crawl', but all that mattered was it was said. Before I knew what was happening, we'd set off on a merry trek around Sydney. Five hours and four bars later, I was well on the way towards a killer hangover.

The bar we were in was not one of our usual haunts, and for good reason. It was the sort of place that might kindly have been described as 'a renovators dream, ' or 'full of character. ' In other words, it was a bit of a shit-hole. The angular metal tables looked like they'd been dug from some Soviet Cold War bunker, and the floor sloped away dangerously to one side, as though some of the foundations had simply given up and headed for greener pastures. The only wine they sold was a rather dubious house red, and it came served in the same squat, slightly grimy tumblers as every other drink on the menu.

If it'd been a normal night out, we'd never have considered visiting a place like this. It certainly didn't look like the kind of establishment that would be particularly friendly towards a couple of high spirited, professional women out on a bender. But the booze that was swilling around in our stomachs made us bold, and rather than continuing on our way, we'd found ourselves giggling and making a beeline for the entrance.

In retrospect I was rather glad we did, because there was something intriguing about the place, something that wasn't evident from first glance. Most of the other patrons were what I'd expected; sullen, rough looking, and wearing tradesman's clothes, they eyed us over their foaming cups with a kind of resentful curiosity. But shortly after we'd arrived, an unobtrusive doorway on the rear wall had opened, and a security guard had taken up position in front. Gradually, new people began to trickle in and disappear into the back, people that clearly didn't belong in a dump like this. None of the regulars seemed to care, but that little mystery had set my mind wandering.

" What about the girl? " Louisa asked.

Ruth snorted. " Professional trophy wife? "

" With a Ph. D in Pilates, " I added.

" Who also happens to be the next Elizabeth Taylor, if only someone would give her a chance, " Ruth finished.

Louisa chuckled. " We're such bitches. For all we know she could be perfectly lovely. It's probably a bloody banking conference or something. "

I shook my head. " Bankers don't meet in strange rooms up the back of no name bars. " My eyes were firmly fixed on the doorway now. To the casual observer, it might have looked unremarkable — just your everyday corporate gathering — but something about the whole situation struck me as strange. Maybe it was just the alcohol catching up with me, I don't know, but my curiosity was piqued.

None of the bartenders were any help. All they'd say was it was a private function. I couldn't even get a company name out of them. It didn't make any sense. Who were these people that their meeting was such a secret? And why hide it away back here in this place?

" Well, unless you plan on flashing the guard a peek at the girls so we can sneak in, I doubt we'll ever know, " Ruth said.

" Don't give her ideas, " Louisa replied, now staring at me. " She's got that look in her eyes again. "

" What look? " I asked.

" The look that says, 'I'm preparing to make a giant, drunken ass of myself again. '"

" Now when have I ever done that? " I replied, unable to contain my grin. In truth, I did have something of a history of getting a little crazy on big nights out. Being an attorney is hard work. Eighty hour weeks, mounds of paperwork, Partners constantly hounding you; half the time I felt like a worn guitar string that was just a few strums away from snapping. So on those rare occasions that I did get some R& R, I tended to cut loose more than I should. It felt good to just put Professional Sophia in a box for a few hours and forget about her.

Louisa didn't look amused. " Come on Soph, why ruin a perfectly good night by getting yourself kicked out? "

" I haven't said I'm doing anything yet! "

" But you're thinking about it. "

My grin widened. " Maybe. "

Louisa sighed. " One of these days you're going to get yourself into actual trouble, you know. "

The sensible part of me agreed with her. It wasn't exactly lawyerly to be getting tossed out into the street on my ass at one in the morning. But on the other hand, the situation was rather mysterious, and my brain had been marinating in alcohol for hours. I felt restless, energetic, daring; daring enough to do something I might regret later.

I watched as another couple slipped casually into the bar and headed for the back. Whoever these people were, they might as well have had dollar signs printed on their foreheads. Armani, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Prada; it was like Milan Fashion Week.

Most of the visitors were men. Suited and broad shouldered, they all exuded that kind of arrogant confidence that comes from a lifetime of getting exactly what you want. Some had partners on their arms as well; slim, rouged, perfectly varnished girls, many of whom looked barely out of high school. By glossy magazine standards they were probably attractive, but to me they just looked fake, more like ornaments than real people.

" Come on, " I said, " where's your sense of adventure? "

" I'd hardly classify sneaking into some la-di-da business function as an adventure, " Louisa replied.

" Hey, if she wants to try, I say let her, " Ruth said. " Who knows, maybe she can bring back a couple of the suits for us. There were a few I wouldn't kick out of bed. "

" A lot of good that'll do me, " Louisa said, pointing to her ring.

" Hey, what he doesn't know can't hurt him, " Ruth replied. " It can be like... Soph's engagement present to you. A little bon voyage to the single life! "

I couldn't help but grin at Louisa's indignant expression. Sometimes, I still wondered how we were such a tight group. Louisa was as reserved as Ruth was free spirited, and I worked too hard to be much of either. But nonetheless we'd been friends since university. Somehow, we just clicked.

" I haven't been single for four years, " Louisa said.

Ruth giggled. " Oh lighten up Lou, I'm just messing around. Obviously they'll both be for me. "

At that moment, the front door of the bar opened, and another sharply dressed man walked in. It took me a few moments to realise that I recognised him.

" No way, " I said, my eyes flicking to my friends. They were both staring at him as he crossed the room, mouths hanging slightly open. After a quiet word to the guard, he vanished into the back.

" Did one of you spike this with a little something extra when I wasn't looking? " Ruth asked, glancing down at her drink. " Because I swear that was Chase Adams. "

Chase Adams was one of the biggest stars in Hollywood. A home grown Australian hero, he'd had a string of high profile hits in recent years, although he was known more for his washboard abs, axe-blade jaw, and baby blue eyes than any kind of real acting talent. I'm not really the sort of girl who lusts after celebrities, but his presence made things even more interesting. Before, I'd assumed the event was something corporate, but now, I didn't know what to think. None of the other guests had been familiar. Were they minor celebrities I just didn't recognise? Or perhaps Chase was just there as a friend? My head was swimming with a million questions.

" Nope, " Louisa said, " I saw him too. " She gave her lips a little involuntary lick. " No date either. "

" Such a pity you're not single anymore, hey? " Ruth replied with a smirk.

Louisa shot her a withering look, but she couldn't maintain it long.

" So Lou, " I said, " still not even a tiny bit curious? "

She glanced at the doorway once more and then sighed. " Maybe a little. But that doesn't change the fact that it's crazy to try and do anything about it. " She nodded at the gargantuan man who stood guard in front of the door. " That guy looks like he eats a bowl of nails for breakfast each morning. We're not going to just giggle and bat our eyelashes past him. "

I glanced over once more, sizing him up. She had a point. He looked like a secret service agent from some sort of presidential thriller movie. Clean shaven and unsmiling, his barrel chest and tree trunk arms filled the doorway. In stereotypical elite security fashion, his eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark wraparound glasses which looked vaguely ridiculous given the late hour. The coil of an earpiece dangled down one side of his jacket, and every few minutes he'd reach up and press on it, whispering furtively for a moment. Reporting in with the boss, probably.

And all of a sudden, a plan began to take shape in my head.

" Probably not, but maybe I can do one better, " I replied. Without giving my brain time to object, I scooped up my drink and stood. I knew it was foolish, but my curiosity was almost overpowering now. I had to know what was going on back there. " Either of you coming? "

Louisa stared up at me like I'd lost my mind, but Ruth merely looked amused. " I think I'd rather just watch, " she said, clearly certain that I was about to make a massive fool of myself. I wasn't entirely sure she was wrong. My plan was thin at best. But with a more than healthy dose of Dutch courage circulating inside me, I didn't really care. I was going through that door or getting kicked out in the process.

" Alright then. Let me show you how it's done girls. "

And with that, I turned and began marching across the room.

I was basically the perfect level of drunk. Blissful, carefree, a little giddy, but not so far gone that I was slurring or staggering. But the guard didn't know that. The closer I got to him, the more I played it up. As his head turned my way, I threw up a vapid smile and began to stumble a little, gazing around the room in inebriated wonder.

The drunken flirt had gotten me past more than one lengthy club queue in my youth. Don't get me wrong, I don't consider myself to be a knockout or anything – I'd kill for a few more inches of leg, and skin that tanned instead of cooked – but I have certain assets that when emphasised, draw men's eyes nonetheless. The right kind of skirt, a few strategically unfastened buttons, and the rest is usually easy. Unfortunately, Louisa was right; it was going to take more than a smile and a little cleavage to make it through Mr Serious. But I had a special twist in mind for him.

As I arrived in front of the guard, I rocked backwards on my heels, blinking rapidly, as though spotting him for the first time. " Well hello handsome, " I said in my best drunken drawl.

The man's lips tightened. " Miss, I'm sorry but this is a private area. "

I giggled and batted my eyelashes. " Oh come on now, I just want to talk. Doesn't it get lonely just standing here by yourself all night? "

" I'm fine, but Miss please, I need to keep the doorway clear. "

I pondered this for a few seconds. " Well then, I have an idea. How about you come and join me for a drink over there. You can watch your little door sitting down, and I won't be in the way anymore! "

He stared down at me, unblinking and stony faced. " Miss, I'm sorry, but I'm on duty. Please return to your table. "

My stomach tightened. I'd been planning on playing it more slowly, but he obviously wasn't in the mood to chat. It was now or never. " Surely you get a break? " I said, leaning in closer to brush his arm. " Even a man like you needs a—oh god I'm so sorry! "

He uttered something sharp and flinched backwards, a red stain already blossoming on his chest. I gaped up at him.

" I've ruined your shirt. " Setting my now empty wine glass on a nearby table, I reached for some napkins. " I've always been so clumsy. I can't seem to go a day without spilling something. Here, let me clean you up. "

As I talked, my eyes flicked to the small plastic receiver that was clipped to his breast pocket. I knew enough about security equipment to know that most earpieces had one. It sent and received signals from the main hub. The question was, had I hit it? In the dim light of the bar it was hard to tell.

I stepped closer to dab his shirt, hoping to get a better look, but he caught my arms in one strong hand. " You've done enough, " he said, all politeness gone from his voice. " It's time for you to leave. "

He raised his hands to his ear. " Command, this is Jones. I've got a situation here. " Seconds passed and nothing happened. He began to look worried. " Command? Hello? " A few more seconds. " Fuck! "

Jackpot.

Now came the real test. He glared down at me, seemingly unsure what to do. As far as I could see, he had two choices. He could wait there until someone came to find out why he'd dropped off the grid, or he could duck inside quickly to let them know there was a problem. Both options had their risks. I was banking on him choosing the latter.

But first, I had to convince him to let me throw myself out. I tried my best to look harmless and afraid, which wasn't difficult. He was an incredibly intimidating man, and his grip felt like a vice around my wrists. What if I've already gone too far? What if I've bitten off more than I can chew? I closed my eyes briefly and tried not to panic.

" Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'll go, " I said, keeping my voice meek.

He weighed this up momentarily. " I don't want to see you here again, " he said, nodding to the bar.

" No sir. "

" I'm going to go clean up, and when I come back, I expect to see you gone. "

" No problem. "

" Good. " He released me.

Giving him one last apologetic smile, I turned and tottered off across the room, breathing a sigh of relief. So far so good.

The front door itself couldn't be seen from his vantage. The bar hooked around ninety degrees at one end, with the exit around the corner. Assuming he stayed put, I could hide there without actually leaving.

It was difficult to resist the urge to look back. I could feel his eyes following me as I walked.

Rounding the corner, I finally let the act drop. Throwing my elbow on the bar, I closed my eyes and sucked in several deep breaths. Even though everything had gone to plan, the whole experience had been decidedly more nerve wracking than I'd expected. Blood was roaring in my ears and I could still feel the buzz of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I briefly debated giving up. People that hired security like that typically did it for a reason; they didn't want to be disturbed. But most of the hard work was already done, and besides, the thought of trudging back to the table and seeing Louisa's snide smile was a little too much to bear at that moment.

Hiding as best I could behind a rack of glasses, I leaned back around the corner and peeked up over the bar. The guard was still at his post, looking conflicted. He cast his eyes around the room, weighing his options. If his employers were looking for privacy, they'd chosen a great location. Even when we'd arrived, the bar had contained less than twenty people, and now in the wee hours of the morning, that number had dwindled considerably. The few remaining patrons were huddled in bleary eyed groups, engrossed in soft conversation. None seemed to be paying much attention to what was going on up the back. It wasn't exactly a high risk situation.

Still, he took his time. Go on you bastard. Do it. And after an agonising few seconds, he did. Giving the room one final scan, he spun and marched through the doorway.

I had to restrain myself from cheering. Not there yet. Now you actually have to get in. I counted to three slowly in my head, and began walking casually back the way I'd come. Nobody in the room paid me any mind. Catching the girls' eyes, I flashed a triumphant smile. Ruth laughed and stuck up her thumb.

Pausing at the doorway, I took one last look around the room, sucked in a deep breath, and walked through.