Page 1 of Jager's Prey
Prologue
Joseph “Kujo” Kuntz
“Hello, handsome.”
I would know that slow drawl with a tinge of a Nigerian accent anywhere. There weren’t many people who could pull it off and that mixture was rare. I smiled and turned toward the voice.
“Why, thank you.” I told her.
Jager laughed—a low, sexy sound. “I meant Six.”
She was on her haunches, scratching my K9 behind the ears, then down the sides.
The only way she’d gotten in without Six alerting us, was because she was a friendly.
Six hadn’t barked.
Instead, he was bum wiggling like crazy, giving her kisses, making her laugh. The dog then rolled to his back, giving her his belly. Jager rewarded him with belly rubs, then giggled through more K9 kisses.
“Some dignity, man!” I chuckled.
“Tell him dignity is for the weak.” Jager spoke in that slow way she always did. “You’re a happy man, Six.”
I remembered the first time I’d seen her. She’d walked into the barracks, completely naked and covered in mud. She’d been on the base about a week and the pranks never stopped. The first few were harmless, and she merely frowned and walked away. But as I stared at the dirty water dripping down strands of her hair, I knew they’d crossed the line with this one.
I was smart enough to brace myself. The look in her eyes told me, someone was about to die—or at the very least, be in a lot of pain.
Most of the SEALs were hooting and hollering and whistling. The others of us weren’t sure where to look.
I took a step back.
Jager hadn’t cared in the least. She stood there, looked around then stalked over to one of the SEALs. When she was standing in front of him, he seemed almost a giant compared to her five-foot three frame. I supposed that was what gave him the balls to smirk at her.
“What’re you going to do?” He demanded, laughing, and looking around for encouragement from the other idiots.
I’d heard about her.
But it seemed they hadn’t—or if they had, they weren’t believers.
The look she gave him told me he’d fucked around and was about to find out.
“You may not want to—” I tried.
I hadn’t finished my warning to him.
She humbled him with a knee to the dick, then took him completely out with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head.
He’d booby-trapped her shower—she wasn’t having it.
We had been sharing a compound with an army battalion—we were guests there. Jager was the only woman at the time and the SEALs thought they were more dangerous than she was. But each time they tested her patience, she out did them by showing them that her non-existent balls were far bigger than theirs.
But even then, covered in muck, she was still one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. As she played with Six, she was dressed black combat boots that were immaculately laced, a tight pair of jeans, paired with a rather inappropriate graphic t-shirt.
On the front of it was a skull holding up a middle finger. Underneath in red, gothic letters it stated emphatically,I will gut you like a fish.
Seemed right for Jager.
Actually, that was one of the least inappropriate ones she owned.
