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The entire crew had arrived and unpacked. There were nine of them in total for this trip, and she was looking forward to hanging out with them all after their charter guest retired for the evening. She half expected Mr. Wrath to have other guests joining him, but it was just him, making their nine-person crew seem a bit large for this trip. Still, her father had ordered eight other crew members, besides himself, and that’s what he got.
“Did you see the hot charter guest?” her friend Ashton asked. “Which team do you think he plays on?”
She had no clue, honestly. She wasn’t picking up any gay vibes, but she was usually wrong about people anyway. Eden just hoped that he liked women because watching Ashton make a play for him would be hard to do. If Wrath was gay, Ash would have that man naked and on his knees in no time.
“Don’t know,” she said. “But we’re here to work, Ash, not fuck the charter guest.”
“I’m just kind of sad that he didn’t bring any friends. That means that we won’t have any fun parties with this charter. What will we do for fun?”
“We’ll just have to make our own fun,” Jennifer said from behind them. She was cleaning the kitchen and between the two of them, Eden didn’t know who the bigger party animal was—Ash or Jenn. When the guest went to bed, they went into high gear drinking and having fun. Eden didn’t know how they did it, really. She needed her sleep and waking up the next day to take care of guests was never any fun with a hangover.
“I’m sure that when we dock, you two will have plenty of fun. We’re going to Saint Tropez. Mr. Wrath says that he has business in Southern France, and we’ll be docked there for a few days, at least.”
“Old Mr. Wrath or young, hot Mr. Wrath,” Jenn asked.
“Young, hot Mr. Wrath,” Ash said before Eden could even open her mouth. And he’d gotten even hotter in the year since we last saw him if that’s even possible. Jen pushed her long, blond hair back and stopped working on the pot she was scrubbing. She shot Ash a look as if to tell him that she didn’t believe a word that he was saying, and he just scoffed at her.
“You’ll see for yourself,” he said.
Eden’s father’s voice filled the kitchen over the intercom. “We’ll be setting off in ten minutes. Secure everything and make sure that our guest knows, please Eden.”
She pulled her walkie from her hip holder, “Yes Captain,” she said. Eden never called him dad or even referred to him as her father while they were working, but everyone knew how they were related. The best thing about the crew members that her father had selected to work with him was that none of them seemed to care. They didn’t treat her any differently because her daddy was the boss. In fact, her father treated her as he did everyone else on the crew.
“No fair,” Ash said. “You get to talk to our guest.”
“Well, I am the one in charge of guest relations, so there’s that,” she teased. “I’m sure he’ll toss you one of his devilishly handsome smiles at some point.” She grabbed the drink that he had requested and started up the stairs to find him in the lounge area.
“We will be leaving the dock in ten minutes, Mr. Wrath,” Eden said, handing him his drink.
“Please, call me Bowie,” he said. “My father is Mr. Wrath—as you’ve already assessed.”
“Right,” she breathed. “I’m afraid that I didn’t paint a nice picture of your father.”
“No, I don’t believe that you did. In fact, I think that you called him cranky and old if I remember correctly,” he said.
“Please don’t hold that against my other crew members,” she whispered. Their tip was pooled and divided evenly. If any one of them managed to single-handedly piss off a guest, it would affect all of their tips.
“No worries,” he promised, “I’ve called my old man much worse than cranky and old. Besides, I’d say that your assessment was spot on, especially of me,” he teased, winking at her. He was trouble with a capital T, and she needed to remember her place. It was not flirting with the guest, no matter how charming he was or how hot she found him.
“Will there be anything else?” she asked.
“Um, sure,” he said. “Have dinner with me tonight.” Eden wasn’t sure if she had just heard him correctly, but if she had, her answer had to be no. There was no way that she’d break the code to have dinner with the charter guest, no matter how badly she wanted to tell him, yes.
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Anders
Anders Justin Taylor III—yeah, it sounded like he should be someone he wasn’t. With a name like that, he should have been born to a rich family—maybe tied to oil or cattle, especially in Texas. But he wasn’t. Hell, he wasn’t tied to much of anything in the small, shit town he grew up in. He was what the neighborhood kids liked to call whiskey tango—code for white trash. When he used to pass by those assholes in the hallways of the shithole high school that they all attended, he’d hear their whispers. As if calling him whiskey tango would sting any less. He got into a lot of fights over that nickname until he met his best friend—Whiskey O’Brian. Those high school fuckers weren’t sure what to make of a kid actually named Whiskey and when the two of them faced down the bullies who dared called them names, no one was left standing to whisper at them as they walked down the hallways.
His dad had left him and his mom when he was about three. At least, that’s what his Ma told him. He didn’t remember the fucker and why should he? He was an alcoholic and an abusive husband to boot. That asshole walking away was the best thing that ever happened to him and his Ma, not that she’d admit it. He knew that a part of her still wondered where her husband disappeared to. Anders wondered if the asshole showed back up to their shit town and if his mother would take him back—probably but that wasn’t his problem anymore. He got out and there was no way he’d be sucked back into that place.
He grew up and got a scholarship to Georgetown and graduated at the top of his class with a degree in Criminal Justice. He thought he wanted to be a lawyer but when the FBI came calling, he jumped at his chance to join them. He worked his way up the ladder in a short time and became one of their most decorated agents specializing in bringing down drug cartels. That’s how he hooked his best friend, Whiskey, into joining his team.
Whiskey had made a few wrong turns in life after he got out of the Air Force, and he ended up working for the wrong guys. Hell, Miguel Diaz was at the top of the list of wrong guys to work for. He was considered the “God Father” of the drug world in Mexico and bringing that asshole down was the biggest boost to Anders’s career to date. He wasn’t quite sure how he had gotten so lucky to land a big fish like Diaz, but he had him. Diaz was six feet under—dead in the ground and Anders regretted nothing. The rest of Diaz’s guys were in federal prison for running drugs over the Mexican border into the US and most of them were doing time on several murder charges. Yeah—those fuckers weren’t going anywhere. Now, he had his sights set on bringing down the whole Guadalajara syndicate and that wasn’t going to be easy by any stretch of the word.
He also had his work cut out for him tracking down a lead that Marcos Diego was still alive. Anders thought his friend had given his life trying to keep Luciana Diaz alive and safe on her way to Whiskey, but his source told him that Marc was alive and being held by the same syndicate he was trying to cut down. He and Whiskey were supposed to leave in the morning and head back down to Mexico, running down leads to Marcos’ position. This would be their third trip down trying to track him and every time they got close, the Camillo’s would move him, and they’d come home empty-handed. He was starting to see the toll that it was taking on Whiskey’s wife, Luciana since she felt guilty that Marcos was in this situation because of her, but it wasn’t her fault that her father was a drug lord. Anders knew that Whiskey wouldn’t rest until they brought Marc home, to give his wife some peace of mind, and he had to agree—he wouldn’t stop until Marcos was back in the states, safe and sound.
