Page 12 of Grayson

“One way or another, baby. One way or another.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Brunson touched behind his ear and grinned.

“I’m being fucking tracked by the Shadow Warriors,” he smiled. “Fucking cool.”

“Yeah, but don’t let anyone know,” said Grayson. None of the men had objected. Not one and that told him all he needed to know about his team.

“Before we start, can I be formally introduced to everyone?” asked Jennifer. Grayson smiled and nodded. He pointed to each man down the line.

“Brunson. Romeo. Iggy. Jethro. Kai. Rowe. Sonny. The best fucking Marines this side of Belle Fleur,” he smirked.

“I’m sure your old man would disagree,” said Iggy. “We knew who you were and who you were with, sir. It stands to reason we would also know Striker, Hunter, and Gunner Michaels. There are a fuck-lot more of the finest with your team back home.”

Grayson nodded, smiling at the men. When the door to their private meeting space opened, six men walked in that seemed to suck the air from the room.

“Dad,” whispered Jennifer running to her father. He lifted her with one arm, hugging her to his side.

“Hi baby,” he smiled. The men stood, as if waiting to salute. Moose just frowned.

“Team, this is Major Sculler, better known as Moose. SEAL. Striker Michaels, my father, hey Dad,” he smirked.

“Hi son,” he said hugging him, slapping his back so hard he groaned.

“My father, as you know, is also a Marine. As are my uncles, Gunner and Hunter. Aren’t you old guys supposed to be retired?” he grinned.

“Do you want me to show you how old we are?” frowned Gunner.

“No sir,” he laughed. “Thanks for coming, Uncle Gunner, Uncle Hunter. That’s Connor Quinn, SEAL, from a long line of MARSOC heroes.”

The men in the room could barely breathe realizing the greatness surrounding them. When someone cleared his throat, they all jumped, gripping their chests.

“You forgot me,” smiled the smaller man.

“Uncle U-Jin,” screamed Jennifer running to him, leaping into his arms.

“Hello niece,” he smiled softly.

“U-Jin is a former, um, well, let’s just classify him as Special Forces that only your imagination could dream up. Quietest man you’ll ever meet, except maybe a few back home with the last name Redhawk and Wolfkill.”

“Shit,” muttered Kai. “Redhawk and Wolfkill. They’re real?”

“As real as it gets,” smirked Striker. “Where are we?”

“Waiting for more intel to come in before we move. The nuns and kids were moved to a safehouse in Rome. They’re being watched now by some friends inside the Vatican.”

“They’re inside the Vatican?” frowned Iggy.

“Well, we can’t confirm or deny that,” smirked Grayson, “but basically, yes.”

“Well, at least they’re safe,” said Jennifer.

“What do we know about the men working with Lacroix?” asked Hunter.

“They’re all small-time thugs who suddenly made it big when they started selling human flesh,” said Jennifer. “Literally, they were just teenagers that were committing petty crimes.”

“No offense, honey, but you don’t go from petty crimes to human trafficking overnight. Someone was testing them, giving them small jobs to see how far they’d go,” said Conor. Jennifer frowned realizing that she’d never thought of that option.