Eric POV

New Jersey

I looked to the caller ID on my phone, is was unknown.

"This is Eric Coulter," I answered in a plain voice.

"Eric, it's Tobias, Marcus needs you to come to Chicago."

"When," I ask sipping my coffee.

"Now." That's all Four said before he hung up the phone.

Four, what a stupid ass name, he calls himself that because that's how many people he has close to him, so stupid in my opinion.

I threw a fifty down on my table at the diner for my coffee and walked out, straightening my suit jacket as I walked.

Chicago. My least favorite place on earth.

Tris POV

miami

"This is Tris," I answered the unknown caller ID.

"Ms. Prior, Tobias Eaton," came his all too sweet voice throw the phone.

Four and I had history, we had feelings that were broken and betrayed in the past, now, we were aquatinted through his fathers business.

"Hello, Four," I say shortly.

"I need you in Chicago, now."

"You need me, or your father needs me, because there is a difference sweetheart," I say sarcastically.

"One hundred thousand is on the line for this contract."

"Will I be working alone?"

"No, it's an open contract," Four replies quickly.

"I'll be there tonight."

I finished zipping up my leather jacket before I call for my pilot.

"Jeffry, I need to get to Chicago. Now."

I hang up my phone and grab my backpack before I head out of my apartment to my bike.

...

"Hello Jeffry," I greet my older pilot as I walk up to the plane.

"Ms. prior," he nods his head, "Will we be carrying your bike as well?"

"Yes, that will be all," I walk past him, handing him five hundred dollars in the process for the short notice. The old man smiles and follows me into the plane.

...

Eric POV

The plane lands at the Chicago airport, it was a shitty flight. It always is heading into Chicago, even flying first class.

I could afford my own jet, but why waste the money on something I wouldn't use all of the time, I mostly stayed on the east coast unless otherwise needed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Chicago, thank you for choosing Delta today." The stewardess is smiling sweetly at me as she approaches my seat.

"I trust you had a good flight, sir?" She asked me leaning over far to far to show off what little cleavage she had.

I didn't reply but with a short smile and a nod before looking back out the window.

She huffed and walked away from me.

As we were taxiing to our gate, I noticed the private jet parked next to us, a black crotch rocket was being unloaded from the cargo hold, I looked closer and watched as Tris exited the plane, with a backpack slung over her shoulder, a helmet in her other hand.

I shook my head, that woman never traveled without her damn bike, that thing was like her baby.

i had been trying for years since she and Four had ended things, to get her to date me, she always declined. Something about Tris intrigued me, she was very untrustworthy, that's why she was so good at her job, but it didn't mean I wouldn't take my chances with her.

Someday, I would have her as my own. Or at least in my bed.

"Ma'am," I ask the passing stewardess who I was so rude to a few moments ago.

"Yes sir," she asked, her eyes were hopeful.

"I need you to stop the plane, I need to get out, I am meeting a private party." I say handing her a thousand dollars.

Her eyes grew wide before she nodded slightly and walked to the cockpit to speak to the pilot. I felt the plane lurch to a stop before she came back to me.

"Sir, you may exit the plane now," she said smiling as I stood.

Before I walked down the steps of the plane she slipped a piece of paper in my hand with her number written on it. I nodded and walked down the steps, letting the paper fly from my fingers as I went.

Tris saw me coming her way, even from fifty yards out, I could see the smirk that covered her beautiful face.

"Mr. Coulter," she greeted zipping her leather jacket to her neck.

"Mmm, must you wear it like this," I reach out and unzip her jacket until it's at the top of her breasts, "much better."

"Good to see you too, I'm glad to see you haven't changed a bit," she leans up and kisses the corner of my mouth. Spot he contact sends electricity through my veins.

"Very good to see you," I smirked as I let my eyes wander up her body.

"I'm assuming you need a ride," she asked as her pilot who I remembered as Jeffry, brought her bike to her side.

"Mr. coulter," he nodded at me and smiled.

"I'm driving," I say shortly, shoving Tris aside gently and climbing on her bike. I hear her huff in frustration but she climbs on behind me none the less.

"So demanding," she whispers in my ear before nipping it with her teeth.

"Fuck you, Tris," I snap back with a smirk.

"Please, do," she replies making me groan.

"Fucking tease," I mumbled revving the engine.

"That's what I do best, baby," she whispers in my ear before slipping on her helmet and wrapping her arms around my waist.

We take off down the pavement towards the gates of the runway. Good old Chicago.