Deon really knew how to pick em. Out of all the guys he had chosen for the job Jack had been the one to make the most problems. Not only had he blown up an impound lot, but he had shot a freaking cop, in front of a freaking cop house. Obviously brains really didn’t come easily for the guy. Which was a bad thing. Luckily he didn’t know anything, on the bad side they were a driver down, which meant a delivery down, which met a shipment down, which meant her buyer was going to be pissed. Which meant her father would be pissed. She wasn’t exactly meant to be doing business on the side. Neither was her brother.

And then Jack O’Conner had been released. It would have been perfect had he not made a deal, had he not been wearing a wire from here on out. Her game was upped, Jack was going to learn the hard way you didn’t get to mess with her family. He had a drop coming up soon, so she knew he’d be wearing the wire, which meant catching him of guard.

She had Gage follow from a distance just so they could get the lay of the land, times and all that crap needed to be perfect. With a sigh she slipped into her silver lamborghini, she was going in under the guise of needing her car fixing the rest would come.

Revving the car to life she pulled out from her drive and headed down to the garage in which Jack worked for. It was around lunch time, and his boss would be out. Perfect. Pulling up as far to the garage as she could she slipped out the car, two long legs clad in short shorts, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders. Brushing a hand through her hair she rested against her car.

“Think you can take a look at her for me?” She questioned the second Jack came in to sight “Shes not running right”

Jack lifted his head from the engine block when he heard the rumble of a far more interesting one outside. If he wasn't mistaken, it was a Lamborghini Gallardo. Strange though. He was well aware what part of Miami the garage was located in, how it didn't have the best reputation, and this dive sure as hell didn't attract the more well-endowed customers. Still.. Work was work (which he was lucky to still have after he'd been released on certain grounds), and a sports car was always more interesting than the Mercury he'd currently been working on.

He had a limp in his walk and favored his right leg as he came outside. His shot up leg still gave him shit, which was no surprise only one and a half week, maybe two weeks after the shooting, but he refused to use his cane every time he had to walk three steps. He wasn't a fucking 80 year old geezer yet.

He drew his tongue over his lower lip as an attractive woman came in to his view, a lot of smooth leg showing from under her short shorts. He somewhat cleaned his hands on an old rag as his eyes slowly traveled up those long legs, over her ample chest until he finally looked at her face. He smiled slightly before he then looked at the car behind her. He'd been right. Both beauties. And both the ride and it's owner were indeed very well-endowed.

"I'm sure I can spare a few minutes." He answered as he moved closer to the woman and her car, this time strenuously hiding the limp in his walk. The Lambo was still idling calmly. So far he couldn't detect any anomalies by ear, and he only heard a smoothly running engine. But while some problems already revealed themselves in the lower RPM's, others only did in the higher RPM's, or they only did when engaged in certain gears. Long story short, it could be anything...

"Anything particular I'm looking for? Any sounds, at what gear, which speed..." He mumbled before looking at the woman once more.

Natassia had to admit to herself that one Jack O’Conner looked a hell of a lot better up close and personal then he did on a bit of paper. Deon had managed to grab his police file, and the picture didn’t do him justice. Joker had managed surveillance photos and neither did they. No Jack O’Conner up close and personal, covered in grease and grime, looked damn right eatable. He had already fallen into her trap, hence she had dressed the way she had. That though, she knew would soon change.

Her eyes narrowed, but only slightly, he was limping, which wasn’t good made him more of a liability then he already was, which was a shame, he looked like someone who would have given its all, and perhaps he still would, she just had to find the right leverage, although she already had an idea.

Folding her arms over her chest she let out a breath, dark eyes sparkling as she watched him approach, one brow rose ever so slightly as his gaze once more returned to her. “Third and fourth” She stated leaning against the side of the car slightly, gaze locked on his face. “Or when im doing something she doesn’t like”

Her gaze bore into him, there was a hidden meaning to her words, whether he’d catch on or not though, well that would come to light pretty soon. “She’s like her owner in that department, gets testy when she doesn’t like something” Swallowing she shrugged a shoulder, lifting her gaze back to him. “SO what do you suggest”

Jack squinted his eyes a bit in thought as he looked at the Lambo yet again. Third and fourth. He shrugged. "Might be the synchros." He commented as he rubbed a dirty, engine oil stained hand over his neck, the sweat probably spreading the grease all over his skin there. God damn, I need a shower. He thought as his hand dropped back down to his side and he chuckled at her added comment.

"Don't all beautiful ladies." He grinned. His eyes found her once more, and his brow furrowed a bit. She was looking at him, or rather staring at him, in a way that had him wonder if there was more to her words than she initially lead on. She wasn't some old fling he had never called after a good romp in the hay, was she? Nah, he would have remembered her. Not to mention the fact a girl like her wouldn't go for a guy like him. One night stand or not.

"I suggest you take me for a ride." He paused for just one small moment, as if his own words had a hidden meaning, before he continued. "I need to hear those sounds, feel her out, and I can't do anything else at the moment while the engine is still hot anyway." He clarified.

He looked over his shoulder, back at the garage. Technically he still had that freakin' Mercury to finish, but the car had been grinding (no pun intended) on his nerves for the better part of the morning. He didn't just need a break from that deathtrap, no, he damn well deserved it.

"So what do you say? Are you up for it?" He asked as he looked back at her, his smile taking on a more mischievous glint.

He hadn’t caught onto her hidden meaning which wasn’t anything she couldn’t deal with, if he was wearing a wire she needed to be careful, choose her words and her actions well, she’d get him to understand the message soon enough, one way or another Jack O’Conner was going to realize you didn’t get to shit over her, or her family and get away with it. Smiling she shoved away from her car, dark eyes raking over his body, deliberately trailing over his form slowly, assessing him with a dark seduction in her eyes.

First thing she needed to do was figure out if he was wearing a wire, then play the game and figure just how much he knew. Laughing at his words she slowly nodded her head, “Oh ill take you for the best ride of your life” She muttered, the hidden meaning in her voice was clear as was the way her eyes lit up at the thought. Now there was a thought, perfect way to find out if Mr Jack O’Conner was wearing a wire, while ultimately finding out just how much he cared for his little lawyer.

With a breath she sashayed her way over to him, finger hooking into his belt loop tugging herself closer to him, “Im always up for it” She stated. With a smirk she pushed herself away from him turning and heading back towards her car.

Swallowing she lowered herself back behind the wheel, her gaze wandering over to him as he slid into the passenger seat, god her car was gonna need a clean after this. “This time of day highway will be pretty empty” She stated and with that she pulled out of the garage and out onto the road.

It wasn’t going to Jack O’Conner long to figure out there was nothing wrong with her car and that he was in deep, trouble. Cruising down the high way at well over the speed limit she looked over towards him her dark eyes sparkling. A dangerous smirk crossing her lips.

“You like your ride fast Jack?” She questioned with a raised brow, “Like danger”

Jack had his brow slightly furrowed as he listened to her engine. Though she did not shift as well-timed and tight as he'd like to see (Yes, he tended to be a perfectionist when it came to driving, shoot him), he heard no anomalies. Not when she shifted in to third gear, not in fourth gear, hell... not in any of the gears. In fact, he heard nothing but a smooth running, finely tuned piece of machinery.

"I like my rides as fast as I like my women." He grinned. And damn if he didn't love a little danger along with them. But then his eyes turned back on to the brunette, his grin fading a bit and his brow furrowing further when he realized she had called him by his name. He couldn't remember he had given her his name, nor was he wearing anything that even resembled a name-tag. Did he have some kind of street rep as a mechanic? Right... The only rep he had on the streets was untrustworthy and maybe even a little crazy.

"Alright, all red flags aside. Why don't you tell me how you know my name, sweetheart. You're not from around this part of the city, and I doubt you're one of those racer-chasers." Now it was his turn to raise his brow. He may not always be the most observant guy, but he had his moments. Her car had no engine trouble, and her knowing his name? Eh... He wasn't too sure whether he should be flattered about that or not.