Fourteen

 

 

Just as they were about to head out, a dark blue sedan turned into the parking lot and came to a sudden stop next to Trent’s SUV.

Trent narrowed his eyes at Morgan, “What the fuck did you do?”  Whether marked or unmarked, he knew a cop car when he saw one.

He turned back to the car and nearly swallowed his tongue when the tallest drink of good looking sex on two legs stepped out of the vehicle.  Holy fucking shit, this was not what Trent needed right now.  First his ex, the ex that he still pined for but who was married to someone else, shows up and stirs up unneeded emotions.  Now, a man who made Trent want to climb him like a tree shows up and turns his steely, shrewd brown eyes Trent’s way.  Fucking hell, Trent needed to get laid…..like yesterday.

“Who’s in charge here?” the man said and holy shit, that deep baritone voice rippled over Trent’s body like a fucking caress.

Visions of naked bodies, sweating, writhing, crying out in passion-filled bliss bombarded Trent’s brain so vividly that it was like he was watching a movie.  The odd thing was….there were three of them.  Definitely three.

Who was the third body?

Was it someone Trent knew?

Someone this handsome stranger knew?

Or someone they had yet to meet?

Trent swallowed hard and shook his head to dispel the images as he stepped forward, “I am.  Trent Dragon,” he said as he eyed the man.

“Detective Aleksy Constantino,” the man said with a nod of his head.

Trent’s eyes narrowed, “And you’re here why?”

Aleksy reached into this black suit jacket and produced a cell phone, “I have an order of protective custody for one Liam Murphy.”

Trent’s eyebrow raised, “Protective custody?  Are you with the US Marshall service?”

The man smirked, “Temporarily.  Deputized an hour ago by one JD Preston-Whitman.”

Trent heard Morgan snicker once.  His eyes cut over, “I’m not letting you take him, Morgan.”

Morgan held his hands up, “Hey, don’t look at me.  He’s the one with the order,” he said as he gestured to Aleksy.

Trent turned back to the man who kept stealing Trent’s breath.  He held his hand out, “Let me see.”

Aleksy handed over his phone.

Trent scrolled through the order, “Look,” he said as he handed it back, “Everyone here knows that I can pull rank and tell you all to fuck off with your order.  But I’m not going to do that because I don’t know who’s in that house and who is in charge of this operation.  It could be Liam, it could be somebody else.  So, I’ll go along with this bullshit on one condition.”

“And that is?” Aleksy said.

“I’m going with you when you take him.”

Aleksy’s eyes went side and he glanced at Morgan, “Uh, well, uh.”

“That’s fine,” Morgan said.

“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen.  Morg, you and Ten will take my truck with Bas once you have him,” he said as he handed over the keys,  “Most of the toys inside require my fingerprint so don’t fuck up the merchandise.  Detective studly here and I will take Liam and his daughter in the Detective’s car.”

Aleksy smirked and everyone else just stared at Trent.

He played his words back in his mind and then squeezed his eyes shut, “Fuck, I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Yep, you did,” Aleksy said with a chuckle.

Trent could say something sarcastic, something to try to regain his credibility but…..

“Fuck it,” he mumbled as he turned back towards his team.

He turned back and handed Aleksy an earpiece.  “Detective, you’re Dragon,” his eyes dropped to Aleksy’s crotch before lifting again and with a smirk on his face he finished with, “Eight.  If you see or hear anyone who doesn’t identify as Dragon, shoot them.”

With a raised eyebrow, Aleksy nodded his head.

Trent turned back to his team, “Keep up or don’t.  I’m not babysitting your asses,” he said as he took his place at the front of the team.

As a unit, they began moving through the trees towards the backside of the property, spreading out the closer they got.

He gestured with his hands for them to move out further and then he knelt down.  He pressed the piece in his ear and whispered, “We’re in place, Stafford.”

He listened then nodded, “Gruber, activate the cell blocker.”

One of the men to his left pulled a square box out of one of the many pockets in his uniform and pressed a button on it, turning it from green to red.  He nodded at Trent.

“Move out,” Trent said.

Hang on, Bas. We’re coming, Ten thought as he followed behind.