She was quiet as they headed back to the house, but then, so was Grey. It had been a very long, very full day, with a lot of tense moments and many new things to chew over. She knew the silence had more to do with each of them running thoughts through their minds, analyzing the conversations they'd had today, looking for loopholes. She was sure that he, like her, was turning over and over in his mind today's conversations. She'd love to get his reaction to the two men, but even though she'd barely known him for forty-eight hours, she knew he'd tell her when he was ready. Asking would get her nothing. She sensed, however, Grey wasn't quite as sold on Adam as she was and neither of them knew Ezra Burns. They had to rely on Adam's assurances his boss could be trusted, not always the best situation. Grey would have to make his own decision on her friend, but she hoped she could help him feel better about it. Since he chose to ride in silence, she occupied herself with her own thoughts,
"We need to go." Chandler Harris. "Trouble." "Trouble?" Bostic's sharp tone. "What kind?" "Don't know yet, but we need to meet Felix." "At this hour of the night?" Bostic's voice was thick with displeasure. 56 "Drake." Chandler's exasperation came through. "For once, just don't ask questions." The voices faded until there was no sound. Athena looked at Grey. A muscle twitched in his cheek. "Something's up," he said at last. "I just hope it doesn't have anything to do with our little meeting today." "How could it? It's only been a few hours. I'm sure Ezra Burns hasn't had time to put his plan into action yet." "Maybe. And maybe he's not the solid citizen your friend Adam thinks he is." Athena frowned, took a sip of her coffee. "Adam's worked for him for a long time," she reminded him. "I realize you don't know Adam as well as I do, but I trust him. I like to think my instincts are good where people are concerned. If there was something a little off, I'd have sensed
Athena stood in the living room, holding the Walmart bag and trying to figure out where to put her stuff. She could take it into the bathroom with her and keep what she wasn't using in the bag. Just find a place to stash it. Somewhere. Wherever that might be. She didn't want to presume on one hot night between the sheets with Grey and take her stuff into his room. Bathroom it was for the moment. She looked at Grey fiddling with his electronics setup "Anything new come in?" He shook his head. "And we haven't heard back yet from Adam." He checked his phone automatically. I'll give him another hour or so before I try him." "It may take him a while to find out where the leak is. And it could be outside the ATF," she added, "which widens the search parameters." He nodded. "Still, he sounded as angry about it as we are, so I have the feeling he'll be all over it." "Well, before I put anything new on my body," she said, "I need a long, hot shower." She paused. "Any problem with
As if he'd heard her silent pleas, he slid two soapy fingers between her pouty labia and stroked in a slow glide up and down the slick flesh. She thrust her pelvis against him, sending him silent signals she wanted more, much more. "Please," she begged. He captured her plea with his mouth, sealing his lips to hers and thrusting his tongue deep inside her. When she answered with her own, gliding it against his, he bit down on it gently and tugged. Instantly, she felt as if jungle drums had been set up deep inside her pussy, pounding away and reverberating throughout her body. She slid one hand down the flat hard planes of his chest and his abdomen and tangled her fingers in the thick curls of his groin. Her knuckles bumped his cock, making it flex against her touch, and her own cream surged from her body to mingle with the slippery wetness from the 64 shower. Unable to resist a moment longer, she wrapped her fingers around that thick, hard, swollen spike and stroked him the way
The meeting was set to take place at the supplier's warehouse. Adam had called them with the details as well as the information that he, Ezra Burns, and Lige Riddick would all be present. The takedown would happen with a support team from the Tampa office. Grey was already on the alert. Because of the listening devices he had placed in both the man's house and office, he and Athena knew exactly when he got the call, what his reaction was, and what he planned to do. Grey and Athena met the ATF team at the site a good two hours before the time specified, so they could all be in position. The core group had hidden around the warehouse and parking lot itself, the rest stood ready at another industrial site about a block away, prepared to move in on Riddick's signal. Grey had taken a private moment to do two things before they left the house, hoping he was wrong on all counts but he'd be prepared nevertheless. And he hoped Athena wouldn't be too pissed at him for not telling her. He h
"It has to be someone from the ATF. No one else knew we were even going to be here," he reminded her. Suddenly, the gunshots ceased, leaving the night empty of all sound. Then voices and the sound of engines starting. "Should we go see what's happened?" Athena asked in a low voice. "No." He whispered. "Just stay here and follow my lead." He squeezed her arm then lay flat, face down, his hand and the gun in it slightly under the edge of the dumpster. He took one brief moment to reach inside his jacket and press a button. Over many missions he'd trained himself to pick up even the most muffled sounds, so he wasn't shocked when he heard footsteps approach quietly, as if whoever they belonged to was walking softly. Only one set. Figured. He kept his eyes closed when the person stopped right beside him. "I'm sorry," Riddick said. "I wish I could have figured out a different way to do this. Killing good people is never any fun." With the lightning skills he'd developed through
Part Two: Mission Control"Thanks for the update. Yeah, I'll be sure they check in when they get here."Mason Rowell disconnected his call and leaned back in his desk chair. Heaving a sigh, he rubbed his hands over the scruff on his chin. He hadn't bothered to shave that morning. He'd only that minute gotten back from rounding up the strays and leaving two of the hands to repair the cut fencing. This was getting to be a damn fucking habit, and he was sick and tired of it."Nothing this whole year has gone right," he muttered. "First that damn woman, then the lost cattle, and now the fucking smugglers."He had the feeling a cloud had opened up and rained all over his life.And, yeah, it had all started with that woman. That female. Both of them half-looped in the hotel bar. Each of them searching for something—her for a way to ease back into civilian life after too much time in Afghanistan and Iraq, him to erase the memory of another woman who'd screwed him over. Badly. A woman he'
"They are. Our own mission control situation. A six-man team led by some guy named Chris who was a member of the Nightstalkers and flew missions over in Afghanistan. Plus, all their equipment. They'll run a military-style operation right from here.""Nightstalkers?" Stick lifted an eyebrow. "I read about them. Those are some real tough guys. They'll take care of this shit.""Only the pilot is a Nightstalker," Mason corrected him. "But they are all former military. Different branches, though.""Well, whatever." Stick shook his head. "We need help bad, that's for sure. Where you planning to house them?""I told Grey Holden, one of the partners, sleeping quarters wouldn't be a problem. We haven't used the second bunkhouse in some time. It can also serve as their headquarters while they're here.""Good idea. That would have been my suggestion, too."Mason pushed himself up from his chair. "They can't get here a minute too soon to suit me." He glanced at his watch. "Which, according t