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His brothers looked at one another, shaking their heads.
“Gil Thomason.”
“No shit!” they said in unison. East laughed.
“Yep. He was actually really nice. Matured, shall we say. He’s a loan officer at a bank in Biloxi but was down here visiting his folks. He married a girl from Mississippi, and they have three kids.”
“Damn. He got busy,” smirked Ethan.
“No, we’re just slow,” laughed Rett. The front door of the cottage opened, and their father, Kiel, grandfathers Zeke and Baptiste, Cam, Hex, and Eric walked in.
“Is this where the bachelor party is?” laughed Hex.
“Sorry. No bachelor parties for me,” smiled Rett. “I have all I need right across the path.”
“Smart man,” grinned Eric. “Hey, we’re here really quick for a little business. After the wedding, can we get either East or Eazee to head over to El Paso and see what’s happening with Morgan’s father and his gang?”
“I’ll go,” said East. “I need to clear my head anyway.”
“Great. Brush up on your Spanish. I think you’re going to need it.”
CHAPTER TWO
Louisiana was starting to show the first signs of a warm summer to come. The rest of the country was celebrating Spring, but she was already moving fast and headed to the next season.
El Paso seemed to have decided to move right past Spring and head straight into desert heat and summer temps. Stepping out of his truck, he could already feel the sweat trickling down his back. The crisp, starched blue jeans had a hard pleat down the front, his cowboy boots peaking from beneath the hem. He wore a dark denim shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal sinewy, muscular arms covered in a beautiful array of tattoos.
Grabbing the felt hat from his seat, he placed it on his head, tucking his dark hair behind his ears. Although he’d let it grow long for the wedding of his brother, he’d trimmed it before coming to Texas.
The offices for the DEA were just another concrete building. One that East didn’t want to ever be forced to work in. But he did have to meet a contact to try and get some information about Green Sutton.
East had seen men do a lot of heinous things, but giving your only daughter as payment to a cartel leader was one of the worst. Morgan was still recovering from the multiple surgeries that the team back home had performed on her, but she was going to make it. Even if it killed Kegger.
Like all stories at Belle Fleur, he’d found himself guarding her, which turned to loving her almost in an instant.
With Sutton as the head of the Paso Brotherhood, a gang unrivaled in the area, he was raking in money from drugs, women, trafficking children and adults alike, and murder for hire. If the price was right.
Stepping inside the elevator, two DEA agents eyed him up and down. He’d been able to step through security with all his weapons, thanks to the G.R.I.P. technology. Now, he just wanted to avoid anyone getting into a pissing match with him.
“Nice boots,” smirked the agent.
East slowly raised his head, peering from beneath the brim of his hat. The man’s smile faded, and he swallowed.
“I like them,” said East, staring directly at the man.
“No, I was serious. They’re nice boots.” He pointed to his own feet, tapping them on the elevator floor. “See. We all wear them here.”
East said nothing as the two men got off at the next floor. He could only shake his head, wondering why smaller men always felt the need to puff out their chests with a man twice their size. He opened the double glass doors, stepping inside a bland, depressing field of desks and chairs. It looked miserable.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m here to see Agent Fuentes,” said East, standing at the desk of the DEA offices in El Paso.
“Is he expecting you, sir?” asked the young woman.
“He is.”
He didn’t give his name, just allowing the woman to call back to the agent’s office. A few minutes later, a short, stocky man walked toward him. He was wearing jeans and cowboy boots with the biggest black hat East had ever seen, or maybe he had the smallest head that East had ever seen. He wasn’t really sure.
