Chapter 20
Chapter
Twenty
Max was struggling with this op. His team had been sent out three days ago and it doesn’t look like the end was in sight.
He looked over at Teddy to see how he was faring compared to him. He knew both of them were struggling with being away from Desiree with everything going on.
Thankfully his brother, her older brother, and the women of Blue Lotus were there with her. Knowing that, it helped him breathe a little better, but he still hated not being there with her if she needed him.
He made sure to send her an email every day that he could, sometimes two to three times a day. He wanted her to know she was on his mind.
“Hey, intel finally came through with the information we were needing to move this shit forward.” Teddy walked into the room that Max had made into a mini office while they hunkered down in the middle of enemy territory.
They had been sent into the heart of enemy territory to grab intel on a rising terror group that was supposedly siding with Iran and Iraq to target major cities in the US in a synced attack. The person heading the group was a known terrorist who had worked with ISIL and other known terror group.
The target, Leonce Gauthier, tended to go where the money went and thrived off of chaos. Delta had been chasing this ghost for nearly four years now after he’d orchestrated an attack in London that cost the lives of several important people, including hundreds of civilians.
Intel had received word that Gauthier was now in Iran helping them plot targets on US civilians. Their target was French born, but raised in the Middle East, Qatar, since his father worked for the oil companies.
“They better have something worth looking at because this shit is getting old. I feel like we’re being sent on a damn wild goose chase with this fucker.” Max growled as he threw his pen down on the table he made out of pieces of wood found in the ramshackle home.
“Seems that the original intel was possibly a test to feed out a traitor in their mist. Which is why we were told not to go forward with the mission. Seems one of the three letter agencies or intelligence agencies has someone on the inside of Gauthier’s organization.
It’s believed Gauthier got suspicious after one of his shipments got intercepted. ” Teddy informed him.
“So, what do we do now?” Kenny “Tennessee” Daniels asked as he walked up to the two men.
“Wait for our next set of orders. Hopefully they will call us back home before too long. If we’re not to engage, then it’s more of a recon. Therefore, we stay low and watch until further instructions.” Max concluded after a few moments.
Max looked over at Teddy and watched him study Daniels. He now knew the full story of what went down with Desiree and why she struggled more than they actually realized.
After that night, the whole crew helped get the new fence put up around the entire property. They had also installed state of the art security systems within the fencing to make sure no more sneak attacks happened while they were gone.
There was still much more that needed to be done around the property, but they would do that when they got back. They were still waiting to hear back from Wizard on the deep dive she was doing on Desiree’s old team, which also included Daniels.
Teddy knew not to confront Daniels until they heard back from Wizard. Max knew it was hard for him not to since Desiree was his sister, but it was even harder for him since he knew he was in love with the woman.
He didn’t want to believe that Daniels was dirty or going after Desiree, but if word came back that Daniels was dirty, he would forget every rule book there was out there and find a spot on the property to bury the motherfucker after he tortured the son-of-a-bitch long and painfully for even thinking of putting his hands on Desiree.
Fuck being that sweet fucker who handed things over to the police.
While most believed that being the ‘hero’ was a good guy thing, he didn’t believe in that. While he believed in doing right, the one thing that would make him a villain in a heartbeat was someone messing with his brother, his sister, his mother, and now Desiree.
For his family, he would literally cause pain and suffering. For Desiree, he would burn the fucking galaxy down and end every fucking breathing soul that caused her harm.
Fuck Prince Charming, he would happily play the villain if it meant keeping the woman who held his heart in the palm of her hand. Prince Charming was a pussy if the truth be told.
“Yo, Major, word just came through, we’re to head to the airport in Saudi.
Our tickets are already waiting for us there.
They are pulling us out since the three letters have someone on the inside.
They don’t want us fucking with their op.
” Sheridan “Flash” Foster said, bringing in the communication pack he usually carries.
“About fucking time. Load up, fuckers. Time to head home and figure this shit out another day.”
Max didn’t wait for the others to respond. He packed up his gear and set up a charge around the building that would blow after they left to destroy any traces of them being there.
By the time the charges blew, Max and his group were miles away headed toward the airport in Saudi Arabia to fly into London. From there, they would fly back home to the US on a military transport that was already waiting for them.
Twenty-four hours later, Max and his team landed back at Ft. Bragg and headed into debriefing. Several hours later, Max was driving off base and headed straight to Desiree’s.
He’d started keeping clothes at her house for days like this. He needed to see her, feel her, touch her, kiss her…every fucking thing under the sun.