Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Jake stayed awake long after he convinced Eva to go to bed. He stretched out on the couch, listening for the early warning system to go off. He didn’t think the Brothers would find them, but you never knew how things would go down.
Sometimes the bad guys got intel and they found you. Sometimes they chased themselves in circles until you found them. Except this wasn’t a normal operation and he wasn’t looking for the Brothers the way he’d stalk terrorists.
He scrubbed a hand over his face, still processing everything that had happened. Judge Mason was dead. That wasn’t the outcome he’d hoped for, and it pissed him off more than he’d expected. Made him more determined to see Brandon Cox and the Brothers go down permanently.
He took his phone from the Faraday bag that’d been waiting in the safe house and dialed a number. Cade “Saint” Rodgers, the leader of HOT’s Strike Team 2, answered on the first ring.
“Harley, been wondering about you, man. How’s it going out there?”
His team had been informed of his mission, if not the particulars of it. Though General Mendez hadn’t formally authorized their involvement, Saint told him they were only a phone call away if he needed them.
“It’s dicey. Need you to get Hacker researching some stuff.” Hacker was Sky Kelley, their computer whiz who hadn’t ever met a network he couldn’t crack. Jake knew that BDI’s operatives were on the job too, but it never hurt to have a little backup.
“What d’you need?”
Jake gave him a list of stuff, starting with Brandon Cox and Heather Collier, and ending with Snake and the Masons.
“You need us down there?” Saint asked.
Jake smiled. “Nope, I got it. But I appreciate it. Gonna need you when I bring her in though. Pretty sure Cox and the boys will try to get at her. They may seem like a bunch of good old boy redneck bikers, but they’ve got ties to some bad shit.
Organized crime, drug dealers, and sex traffickers.
They won’t let this go and quietly await their fate. ”
“You got it, man. See you soon.”
“You know it.” Jake ended the call, tucked the phone away, and settled back on the couch with his hands behind his head to stare up at the ceiling. He had a computer, weapons, and the keys to a Mustang sitting behind the house. The first sign of trouble, he was grabbing Eva and bugging out.
But until then, he could dream about her pretty eyes and the way her sexy body had felt pressed against him during the long ride to get here. He shouldn’t get involved with her, knowing who she really was, but he wanted to.
Was it the tie to his hometown, even if his childhood hadn’t been that great? Or was it her, a woman who’d so completely changed everything in pursuit of justice that she’d forgotten how to live?
He didn’t know. All he knew was he wanted more.