Page 54 of Pitbull
“Of course. Every time I tell her I have work. But, she loves me and she trust the guys and gals around me.”
Anke sighed. “She must be really something.”
Tex turned to glance at her quickly then back at his screen. His motion wasn’t fast enough for her to miss the smile on his face.
“She’s my everything.” Tex’s voice cracked. “Don’t worry—they’ll be back in—three minutes.”
“I would ask how you know but so far your skills scare me.”
Tex laughed out loud. “Don’t worry, Doll. I’m sure you wouldn’t do anything to have me search for you.”
Though still nervous, it seemed Tex had a way of soothing those around him. She felt a little lighter and even fell into the chair beside him. She stared into his face to confirm what she’d thought the first time she met him. John “Tex” Keegan was a good-looking man.
“What?” he asked.
“You aren’t bad on the eyes, John Keegan,” Anke told him.
Tex smirked at her. “Aren’t I somethin’?”
She grinned. “Wow—and the ego.”
When Tex winked at her, Anke chuckled. Before she could speak again, the door opened, and the team barreled through the door. She rose, watching each to enter—Crash with his arm around Barbie’s hips, Mozart, Mouth, Beast, Zero and then finally, Pitbull. Not really thinking, she breezed by them all and threw herself into Pitbull’s arms. He hugged her tightly, kissed her head then eased her backward, by the others and into Mouth’s office. After he closed the door behind him, he focused on her. She sighed as he kissed her, feeling his mouth familiar and commanding against hers. When he lifted his head, she kept her eyes closed.
“Sorry—I didn’t know if you wanted the others to know about us.” Anke shifted. “And I know you said you’d come home to me but...”
“Nothing to apologize for.” His large palms travelled up her back then down to her ass. He cupped the cheeks and squeezed. “Do you seriously think I would want to miss all of this?”
Her cheeks heated. “I’m being serious.”
“So was I.” Pitbull released her. “But I’m okay. No shots fired, no one was hurt.”
“Good.”
“Come on, I have to debrief.”
She accepted one more kiss before they reentered the room. Beast had gotten into the food she’d made earlier. Thankfully, there was enough for everyone with leftovers so if they wanted seconds. While they ate, the group tossed ideas around.
“We have all the proof we need,” Tex said. “The thing is we can’t just show up and arrest this man. He’s highly trained—people can get hurt.”
“We have to take him down in a place where there is little to no possibility of collateral damage,” Babie said around a mouthful of spaghetti. “That won’t be easy.”
“His street is too tightly packed,” Crash said. “I mean, I could move easily through it with free running. The issue comes where back-up is concerned. From what I noticed, white picket fence generally means children…”
The group descended into silence.
“What we need is something to draw him out,” Pitbull said. “So far, he’s managed to stay in the shadows—shell companies, offshore accounts, thugs doing his dirty work—it seems he’s gone out of his way to basically vanish.”
“You mean something like a decoy?” Anke asked.
“Precisely,” Beast said.
“I’ll do it.” Anke shrugged.
“No.” Pitbull growled. “That isn’t even up for debate.”
“That’s sweet, Daniel, but I don’t need your permission.” Anke put her plate down and leaned in to focus on Beast.
“You don’t understand what you’re suggesting.” Pitbull pushed. “It can’t happen.”
