Swerve Chapter #2
What it earned them then was glares, followed by being pelted with wadded-up napkins and empty soda cans.
While they were covering their heads and protecting themselves from the horrible treatment, Jinx, their president, walked up and smacked both of them in the back of the head. They whipped around to glare at him.
“What was that for, Pres?” Mad Dog asked.
“That is for ruining our chances of me getting any of you mongrels settled down, and someone else’s problem.
No wonder we don’t have any old ladies or old men, like Bandit and Coyote or Tiger and Thorn.
You morons scare them away with that,” he grumbled.
Jinx pulled out an empty chair and sat down in it on the other side of Electra.
“Ahh, come on, Pres, don’t say that. You know we’re only playing with her.
We can’t help it if all these bastards we’re friends with find and hogtie them down before we even get a glimpse of them.
We agree that something’s shady about it.
” Mad Dog narrowed his gaze mockingly at Scorpion, then switched to me.
Electra leaned slightly toward Mad Dog. “You know, now that you mention it. Swerve used unfair tactics to get me. I was defenseless against…” she whispered and acted hesitant.
“What did he use? You can tell us,” King said.
“Well, it involved him, me, us naked, and then he did things I’ve never done before, and it melted my brain.
Now, I can’t ever leave him. I fell in love with his giant…
Well, you know.” She winked and climbed onto my lap, where she proceeded to kiss the hell out of me.
I wasn’t ashamed to admit that she turned me on, and my cock started to harden.
“Goddamn, see what we mean,” King whined to Jinx.
When Electra and I ended our kiss, I was smirking and about to come up with a taunt to them when an alarm sounded. It electrified everyone. It was the prearranged warning everyone had been told to listen for. It would sound if the enemy had been spotted anywhere close to the compound.
Just like that, everyone began to move. Each went to their designated post or to do their allotted assignment.
This was where I felt the most useless. Yes, I could shoot, but anything short of that, and I was at a disadvantage.
I wanted to be out there fighting with the other men, but that would place not only myself but possibly others at risk.
However, I wouldn’t be in the safe room, either.
Nor, unfortunately, would my woman be in there either.
She refused to hide. We’d argued long and hard as a group with her.
In the end, Anderson sided with her. She would do more good on the outside, yet not in the thick of the fighting.
That meant that she and I would be the inner defense.
I might not be able to get Electra inside the room, but I could get Dozer.
When I ordered him inside, he gave me such a pleading look.
“Doze, you have to stay in there where you’re safe. I can’t have you and my woman out here in the thick of shit. I’m already losing my mind,” I told him gruffly.
He whined, then looked at Electra. She petted him, the way I was. “Don’t worry, Dozer, I’ve got him,” Electra assured him.
It was pathetic to watch him drag himself inside, barely moving, looking back at us with those soulful eyes.
Once he was in, the door was shut and sealed.
He stood just inside watching us until the door blocked his view.
We took up position in the common room. Others were disappearing quickly to their assigned posts.
I snagged her hand and brought her to me.
I pulled her down so we were face-to-face.
“Do not take risks. I can’t fucking lose you, Electra,” I growled.
“And the same goes for you, Santiago,” she whispered.
Our kiss was tinged with desperation and filled with love. When we reluctantly parted, we were a smidge breathless.
“I love you,” I told her.
“And I love you.”
And just like that, we switched entirely into battle mode. We were both armed to the teeth and ready to neutralize this fucking threat. As the sounds of gunfire began, a feral side came over me—what I could only equate to what bloodlust must feel like rose inside of me.
My dad had always told me that our family history traced back to the time of the Conquistadors and Native American warriors.
He’d been proud of our warrior roots as he called them.
They were rising big time. This would be the first time I had the opportunity to battle alongside my brothers.
By the time we were done, those behind trying to kill Electra would wish they’d never thought twice about her.
She and I discussed, along with remarks made by Boone and Anderson, the impact she had made on the organ trafficking business since she joined the Feds and went after them.
While she wasn’t the only one who worked those cases, her success rate in resolving them and bringing them to a close was higher than that of anyone else.
Despite efforts to keep her identity a secret, it had gotten out that a female FBI agent was their biggest enemy.
When no one knew her actual name or what she looked like, they gave her the nickname Bellona.
Bellona was the Roman goddess of war. And war was precisely what she waged on them.
I asked how she had kept her true name secret for so long, and that’s when she explained that she frequently wore disguises while working cases, so no one could accurately identify her. And her names would change constantly. Her codename at the FBI became Bellona.
I knew plenty of men who would be intimidated by their woman being strong and would do everything they could to destroy or suppress that in them.
For me, I knew the men I called brothers and friends appreciated that tendency and found it exciting, even if we’d have liked to be the sole ones taking care of our women.
It made me feel good that she could defend herself and our future children.
The sound of gunfire, yelling, and at times, louder noises, permeated the building. We were back from the windows. As much as I’d love to see what was happening, it might distract us. Time slowed down and ceased to exist.
A thunderous boom shook the whole clubhouse.
I wasn’t sure if it was the enemy or one of our inner defenses catching some of the bad guys by surprise.
We were outside of St. Augustine, but I wasn’t sure if we were far enough in the Cowan Swamp to prevent someone from hearing the noise and calling the cops.
We’d mentioned it during our planning sessions.
Anderson smirked and told us to leave it to him.
He’d make sure no one interfered. How he planned to do that, he kept to himself. I prayed it worked.