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Damn, Kri.
She wouldn’t, but he doesn’t know that.
“Heads up, alpha team,” Mia interjects. “Tomer has connected with bravo team, and they’re preparing to breach the house. I need you therenow. I’m not sure how much longer they can hold Tomer back.”
Everyone in the van— except the tangos— wrinkles their noses and furrows their brows in utter confusion.
What the hell?
First, Tomer abandons HQ to race into the field, and now he’s bum-rushing a fucking trafficking house without backup?
This is madness.
Jonesy floors it. “We’ll be there in six minutes.”
Deep breath.
None of us are headed to the big casino in the sky tonight. We’ve got this shit.
Let’s rock and roll.
Chapter25
Nips and hips don't lie
MIA
This mission— albeit unusual in its origin— is exactly why I came to Redleg.
And being at the helm is exciting as hell. Don’t believe me? Feel these nipples. Like Shakira’s hips, these nips don’t lie.
When Tomer flew out of here with his hair on fire, I assumed it was because his mission was to burn down the world. It very well may be. Time will tell.
Since it wasn’t the time for levity, I bit my tongue to avoid laughing at the shocked faces of the team when I told them Tomer was rushing to Lettie’s suspected location. They were more confused than a mosquito in a mannequin factory. Even through the chest cam feeds, spotting the disbelief and confusion was easy.
Ironically, they’ve teased him for years for being theno-fun fuck, and here he is, baffling all of us with his complicated, intriguing layers.
Tomer Stillman is an enigma.
Oddly enough, I’m content to let the mystery play out.Shocking, I know.The compulsion to find an explanation for his connection to her is barely there. I’m curious, but also enjoying trying to puzzle it out. It’s like a brain teaser.
As for the mission, he was bound and determined to be there when they saved Lettie. Once we had the potential destination from bravo team, his entire demeanor shifted. He wasn’t Tomer anymore. I don’t know who he was.
I promised I’d handle it from here and reassured him I was ready. The indecision warred on his face for about three seconds. Then he was gone.
No matter what, I’ll prove that trusting me was the right decision.
“What’s the interior look like on the west end, T? How many tangos?” I ask him over the comms.
Tomer is the only one not rigged with a chest cam since he torpedoed out of here.
“We’ve got three males in the living room. And one, two, three, four females. Two males on the couch, and one standing to the side. One on the couch appears to have a female between his legs,” Tomer grits out. “She’s on her knees.”
Knowing what’s probably happening in there, Tomer curses under his breath, but I hear the colorful language Lima Charlie— loud and clear.
Shep comes onto the line. “Five females in the east bedroom. All on the floor. Based on how they’re positioned, I’m guessing they’re sleeping, drugged, restrained, or… dead.”
I can see what Shep’s witnessing via his chest cam footage, and I concur.
