Page 94 of Secret Mission

His hand juts down, latching onto mine. "Always in some kind of trouble."

With a heave, he hefts me up the last few feet.

"You know, it just finds me."

My mind goes to Allison. She found me, that’s for damned sure. But she’s good trouble. The kind I want to keep around.

"Make it fast. We're not very incognito." He jerks his chin toward the idling company truck.

It’s a carbon copy of the one that we left at the hospital. Just like the ones our team keeps destroying. The thing is decked out in tactical gear. Definitely not low profile.

Neither are four people crawling out of a manhole.

Beast’s operator’s gaze searches the street for threats as he straightens. "I don't want too many eyes on us."

“Roger that.”

I want nothing more than to be behind locked doors with my woman. “Come on, babe.”

She quickly climbs up to me.

“What, no ‘come on, babe,’ for me?” Axle laughs as both Beast and Justice help him out.

The man is pale, shaking, and bleeding—his scrubs are blotched with stains of red around his abdomen.

“Jesus, you look like you got shot.”

“Nah, just leaking.”

Bastard probably ripped himself all to pieces.

As I move Axle toward the truck, Justice manhandles the heavy manhole lid back into place. “Thanks for coming, boss.”

Looking pleased—as pleased as our team lead ever looks when he’s not with his girl—he mutters, “You’re too expensive to replace.”

Truth. A team like ours doesn’t come together easily or cheaply. Neither do the kind of trucks our company rigs out for us. Battle ready on the outside. Quiet luxury on the inside.

Hallelujah. We made it.

Allison groans as she leans back. “Thank god, we got out of there.”

The cool interior air and plush leather feel like paradise as I drop my head back onto the leather seat.

Allison by my side is the icing on the cake. Bare thigh brushing my leg, she’s warm, and soft, and exactly where I want her.

Safe.

A sense of rightness fills up my chest when I glance left.

Axle is at the other end of the seat, on the other side of Allison, staring at me. He tips his chin, then turns to look out the window, the dark hollows of his face more evident than before.

"Anyone hungry?" Justice asks from the front passenger seat as Beast takes a corner at high speed. "I know this place that makes the best tamales?—"

"Now?" Beast growls, checking the mirrors.

Of course, Justice looks like he’s out for a nice drive. He even steals Beast’s blackout sunglasses off the console.

This does not have a positive effect on Beast’s mood. "You're talking about food right now?"

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