Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Change doesn’t happen with only one person, but one person’s actions is a start.
Mamá keeps trying to get me to quit, and now that I’ve gotten into some full-on cover-up corruption shit and my life is in danger, she’s going to brag about how she was right. How I was working right under one of those agents and had no idea he stands for everything I hate.
Trav leans forward to catch my attention, his tone losing the playfulness. “You’ve gone undercover before, haven’t you? Want one of my guys to swing by your parents’ place to tell them you’re safe and on a case?”
“You’d do that for me?”
“It doesn’t come without risk. Walker could be watching your family. He might have phone taps. He might have even approached your family or have someone following them. We’d have to be careful with what we tell them.”
I lick my lips. “What if they say I’ve gone so deep undercover that even my regular work guys don’t know and that they can’t say anything to anyone? That it was sudden, and I’ll be home soon.”
Even if I’m not.
Trav nods. “That could work. We’d still risk one of my guys being seen and followed back to us, but I’ll make sure they watch for any tails.” He hits buttons on his phone and calls Domino, putting him on speaker.
“What do you need?” Domino asks.
“I need someone to go to Dylan’s parents and tell them he’s okay.”
We’re met with silence.
“A-are you sure you want to do that?” Domino asks.
“No, but I’m doing it anyway. Who’s available?”
“Atlas?”
“Not Atlas,” Trav says. “I’ve already asked him to pick up some clothes for Dylan in his size, and I don’t want him being followed when he drops them off to us later.”
“No problem. I’ll get Iris or Zeus on it. Anything else you want for Dylan, boss?”
“Yeah. Stop being a smartass.”
“Never going to happen.” Domino cuts the call.
“He’s a pain, but I love him,” Trav says. I must give him a look, because he clarifies, “Like a brother.”
“It’s good you have that.”
“I have that with all my employees. They are my brothers. It’s a different kind of brotherhood than with my actual family, but they’re family all the same.”
“We don’t have that in the DEA. Sure, our individual teams are close—we kind of have to be—but at the end of the day, we’re not friends. We’re not family. We’re work colleagues.” And until this moment, I didn’t see a problem with it.
“I’m starting to see how your boss could’ve been dirty without anyone knowing. It’s practically impossible to keep a secret in Mike Bravo.”
“You know what would probably help with that? Not having security cameras throughout your own house.”
Trav laughs. “True. Though, then I wouldn’t know if anyone is trying to break in to kill me, and if someone did get in and succeeded, how would my guys find my killer?”
“That’s not the brag you think it is. The question should more be, why do you have so many people trying to kill you?”
“Says the guy who literally has a price on his head. You know, you’re lucky I like taunting you and want to keep you around, or that bounty might be tempting.”
“You could never kill me. I’m your soul fuck buddy.”
Trav grins triumphantly. “Yes, I got you to say it out loud. That’s one step closer to you admitting what we really are.”
I send him a glare. “Please. We’re still the same men we always were. You’re on one side of the law, I’m on the other. We’re acquaintances and nothing else. Sex doesn’t change that.” Maybe if I say it aloud, I’ll believe it, because there’s no denying something has changed, and it’s not just the orgasms. I think Trav and I might be … friends. Eww.
“Hmm, do you have sex with all of your acquaintances?”
“Yep,” I lie. “Lots and lots of sex with countless men. Jealous?”
“Nah. I’m not the jealous kind.” Despite his words, his jaw hardens, and I can’t help loving it.
I sip more of my coffee. “What are we going to actually do today?”
“Hours to fill with nothing to do. I have no idea.” Trav’s warm brown eyes shine and crinkle at the edges as he smiles. “Oh, actually, I do have an idea. Wait here.”
I watch him leave, but he doesn’t go back into the house. He rounds the side and disappears. I hear the car door open and shut, and then he’s back, carrying the bag of weapons he shoved at me last night in all the chaos.
He sits back at the table and pulls out an array of guns, placing them in front of him. “We’re going to play a game. My squad used to do this all the time when we were stationed overseas and bored out of our brains.”