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All my life, all I have ever wanted was to be an agent just like my dad and his dad before him. Being an agent is like a rite of passage in my family. My parents thought Marcus would be the first of their sons to be an agent as he’s the oldest, but that sorry excuse for a human turned to drugs and sold his soul to the devil for his next hit. I’m the middle child, so of course the expectation to follow in my father’s footsteps fell to me. Ashley got a free pass because he’s the baby of the family. He’s a pro baseball player and a damn good fucking pitcher at that.
My parents forgot all about me once Ash turned pro. Mom manages him and Dad’s his agent, so they travel everywhere he does. It doesn’t bother me though, I know Marcus’s bullshit took a toll on them and I understand why they had to get away from me. I had no choice but to arrest my own brother when we did a raid on the stash houses a couple years back and found him there. He’s still in prison serving out an eight year sentence with the possibility of parole next year.
“Yo, Vaughn.” I spin away from my desk and look over at Bentley. The fucker grins and wags his brows, earning a glare from me.
“What the fuck do you want? I got work to do,” I snap. Bentley may be my partner but the asshole thinks everything is a joke. He’s got a girl and kid at home but he’d still rather work overtime—by work, I mean sit across from me and toss a tennis ball into the air.
“Do you see Leonie?”
“Who?”
He rolls his eyes and points to where Owen’s office is at the other end. Unlike our boss, our desks are right out in the middle and when it’s office hours this place is bustling and you never get a minute of peace.
“Leonie is from the head office. Court reckons Owen is getting a verbal ass beating from head office because he failed to file the paperwork for the Jones case and didn’t procure a warrant before we busted in his door.” Now he has my attention, the Jones raid he is referring to is the same raid I was on when I arrested Marcus.
“If he didn’t have a warrant then that means…”
Ben shoots me a pitying look and nods. “None of the arrests are going to stick, the cases will be thrown out and all those fuckers will go free.”
The pencil in my hand snaps as anger courses through me. They found pictures of children and scared teenage girls chained in the basement of that house that’s why they busted in the door and made an arrest. They were to be used as mules to traffic narcotics across the border.
“Motherfucker!” I snarl.
“Calm down. Leonie is going to try make this shit stick but—”
“He didn’t have a fucking warrant! There is no way a judge is going to accept some bullshit ass excuse. All that evidence was obtained illegally and will be fucking thrown out. We have nothing,” I roar as I pound my fist down on my desk. Ben looks around the office but it’s only us in the open space. The sound of shouting can be heard coming from Owen’s office, the sound of his voice peaks my anger. I shove back from my desk, grab my gun from the drawer and storm out of there, ignoring Bentley’s shouts to come back. If I stay there, I know without a doubt, I’ll wind up punching my boss and I don’t fancy being put in a cell next to my brother.
I peel out of the underground car park and speed in the direction of my apartment. I need to get home and work out my frustration on the boxing bag. If Owen’s fuck-up means that I arrested my brother for nothing, then all of the shit I have gone through for the past year is for nothing. I already have my suspicions about who the fucking mole is, but this just confirms it. I knew Chanel coming into my life wasn’t a coincidence. That day we raided the airfield and I saw her on the roof. I did everything I could to keep her concealed from the others but it was no use. Owen wanted her brought in and flipped. He threatened to put Boston in charge of handling that situation. One call to Quintin and I had that idea nixed. She may hate me and think I am a fucking piece of shit but the truth is, I am the only one in that office she can trust to do the right thing by her.
I was sick to my stomach when I saw the pictures Owen had sent her. I called Quintin–he is the big boss of this operation and Owen answers to him–but even he said it was a necessary evil to use that still shot of her mother to flip her. We are no better than these thugs we take off the streets. Carlina Murelo was only seven or eight in that video and the fact that Owen and Q both refused to tell me who it came from, I knew then, they had received the clip illegally, which is why I did some digging and found out the thumb drive came from ourlategovernor. The sun is setting and as darkness begins to descend, my mood grows darker. The sound of my phone ringing through my Camaro’s car speakers pulls me from my wayward thoughts. I hit answer on the steering wheel without looking at the caller ID.
“Yeah?” When no reply comes, I frown and check the screen of my stereo to see who the caller is. My eyes widened at the sight of her name. “Sin?”
“Don’t call me that.” Her angry retort ricochets through the car.
“Why? I mean, I was the one to give you that nickname after all.” I know I shouldn’t push her, but the truth is, I’m in no state of mind to deal with her right now.
“You were also the first person to ever use me, but hey…” My grip on the steering wheel tightens.
“What do you want, Chanel?” I growl.
“You sound wound up, baby. I heard wrapping your car around a power pole helps with that. Or, I also heard a bottle of pills and a razor blade is even better.” I know she is pissed and she has every right to be, but right now isn’t the time for her to be fucking with me because it won’t end well, forher.
“I also heard murdering people and dropping a queen of hearts on top of their corpses isn’t exactly a great stress reliever, but hey, we all have our vices right?”
A growl fills the speakers. “Get fucked, Connor!”
“Is that an invitation?”
“I’ll never let you touch me again.”
“Been there, tasted that sweet-ass pussy and still craving more.”
“You’re disgusting.” Try as she might to sound pissed off, the slight hitch in her voice alerts me to her thinking about the times I made her come all over my face.
“You loved it once.”
“I also loved to piss in the bath as a toddler and I managed to grow out of that habit, just like I’ve outgrown any feelings I ever had for you.”
