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Fuck. Having his father mentioned in front of Hank isn’t going to help him win over the team.

“Logan, this is your mission and Hank will be your second. The site is off books and remote; shouldn’t be too heavily guarded. Questions?”

Logan is already standing. He doesn’t have any questions. Hank is a dick, as far as he can tell, but that’s actually a good thing. How can he not be angry with Hank backing him up? The rest of his team is also new to him, but he’ll have time to meet them before liftoff. Logan is ready to go. A firefight and rescue operation is exactly what he needs.

Powerto the black site base is cut off at 1:30 a.m., local time. Logan’s small force has secured the perimeter, cut communications, and made it inside by 1:45 a.m.

So far, they’ve encountered fifteen people. Eight security guards and seven scientists.

“We want the Dominant,” Logan growls, slamming a balding man with glasses against the wall. “Give him to us, don’t cause a problem and you’ll be fine.” They’re all wearing black Kevlar and balaclavas, and they’re armed to the teeth.

The trembling scientist uses his key card to open the doors as he leads them deeper into the base. It looks more like a research facility than a military one. The scientist’s hand is shaking so badly it takes two tries to get the reinforced door open. He leads them to another room where a man is stripped down to a pair of sweats and secured in a chair.

This is the man they’ve come to rescue.

Even though Logan’s focused on the mission, the Dominant is brutal and compelling enough that Logan’s gaze lingers for the barest moment as he moves closer. Broad shoulders, dark hair, muscular.

Which is irrelevant to the rescue mission. Shit. Logan is not focusing on important mission details but the man himself. That is an unacceptable lapse of judgment.

The room is lit by a lantern and there are two men sitting in chairs, apparently waiting for the power to come back on so they can continue their torture.

This has to be torture.

The Dominant is drugged, eyes opening and closing but otherwise making no move to help himself even though he must know the rescue team is here for him.

The rest of his team guards Logan while he gets the Dominant out of the chair. He’s hot, skin slick with sweat, and something inside Logan cramps. Not his stomach, butlower,a response to being so close to a Dominant this high on the scale.

He’s strapped in at several different points and Logan’s hands aren’t as steady as they should be.

When the Dominant is free, he doesn’t do more than list toward Logan. He doesn’t speak and his body is limp as Logan gets him up and puts him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

The man is alive, but unconscious. And Logan knows every point where the man’s body presses against his. Hank grabs the files a scientist is clutching to his chest, and they head out.

It goes perfectly. Not a single shot fired. Not even a real fight.

It was really fucking easy. Too easy. They’re back on the plane and in the air by 2 a.m.

That was seven hours of flight time, prep, planning, and execution, yet the mission is over before it started. He was ready for a fight.

Logan is buzzing with energy, nauseous and shaking with it. His head is starting to hurt, and he breaks out into a cold sweat.

He’d expectedsomething.

Anything.

Some way to work off the stress and excitement. The danger.

Now it’s all locked up inside. He’s taken a random cocktail of drugs to ensure no submissive tendencies get in the way, but those drugs need to be burned up, and if there isn’t a fight then he’s going to feel like shit for days.

Logan is so keyed up that he has the wild thought that he’d have shot himself in the leg if he’d known the mission was going to go like this. He’d have aimed for somewhere annoying and painful rather than lethal, of course.

Of course.

At least it would have been something todealwith. It’s an insane thought, absolutely unhinged, and he doesn’t mean it at all.

Honestly, he doesn’t.

He’dneverdo such a thing.

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