What Would Wonder Woman Do?
Steph has had enough. What she needs is a little time to grow up and figure out what she really wants and then a plan to get her there. Heartbreak and healing are necessary to truly fly but will circumstances change her path? Babe HEA
Declaimer: Everything recognizable belongs to Janet Evanovich. I am only borrowing them. Thank you for allowing us to use your amazing characters for fun!
A/N: This is my first fan fic and I am definitely still learning. I will always be team Ranger and write an HEA. For me, I feel that life is hard enough and for entertainment, an HEA is the only way to go. I will always wait to post once I have the story completed. I want to thank my beta, Heather, you are so talented and I really appreciate all that you have done to get me to this point.
SPOV
Don't get me wrong, I like my life. I just don't always like my situation. Like now for instance, I am bound, gagged, and headed for certain death. How did I get here? Let me start at the beginning.
Two days ago, I got a call from Ranger. He is Ricardo Carlos Manoso, a 6 foot, all muscle, Cuban American, sexy CEO of Rangeman Inc. He's an ex-special forces security specialist and the man of mystery. Unfortunately, he has a strict no relationship rule and has been my temptation ever since he kissed me in my parking lot 3 years ago. He had been in my bed more times than I can count over those three years, and I have so far been mostly successful in keeping my feelings for him under control. He has saved my life many times and through it all we have managed to develop a great friendship/mentorship even with the unbearable sexual tension.
Ranger needed help with work, more specifically, a distraction. I occasionally work for him when I need money, or he needs help. In this case, he needed help bringing in a high bond skip, basically, I dress slutty and flirt with the skip until I can safely lead him outside, where the big Rangemen guys with guns take him down.
I am also a bonds enforcement agent and chase skips that are FTAs, or Failure to Appear. An FTA is when a person doesn't show up to their scheduled court date after they were bonded out. I capture the lower bond skips in order to return them to the system and in turn get a percentage of their bond. The lower the bond, the lower the payday, but the lower bonds aren't quite so dangerous. It's a tradeoff that I am comfortable with. Over the next two days, intel was collected, slutty clothes were purchased, and a plan was made. This evening Ranger came over to pick me up and place the mic. This is always a concern for me. It would be easy to fall into the "friends with benefits" category with Ranger but my Catholic guilt is always there and more importantly, my heart can't take it anymore. So, this time it was more like second base than the hard and fast sweaty sex it sometimes turns into, much to my disappointed hormones. Ranger is very good up close, so score one for Plum.
The evening was going as planned until the skip, named Jack Forman, aka "Jack Frost," had an equally criminal friend show up unexpectedly. I only needed to get Jack Frost out, so I focused my attention on Jack and did my job. The problem was, these two friends were the sharing type, and I was grabbed by the friend during the confusion at the door. I was taken out a side door to the front parking lot, stripped of my wire and trackers, and now find myself riding in the trunk of a very luxurious Mercedes sedan. Isn't there supposed to be an emergency trunk release? Note to self, research trunks and how to escape for next time. Crap, I hope there isn't a next time. All of a sudden, the car stops and the trunk opening catches me by surprise. A rag with, I can only guess, chloroform is applied to my mouth and nose. I lose the struggle to not breathe and feel myself slip into unconsciousness.
