“Loverboy, care to share with the class?”
I was jerked out of my thoughts, and realized I was staring at Blake, watching the way her mouth moved and her tongue darted out to lick those beautiful lips. I was completely mesmerized. And fucked. She was smiling, a slight blush filling her cheeks as she looked away. She fucking knew that I was staring. So, instead of trying to pretend that I wasn’t or brushing it off as something else, I fucking owned it.
“I was just thinking about how I went through a window for the second time because of Blake, and how much I was going to enjoy her taking care of me this time.”
Her face flamed red as a round of catcalls filled the room. I smirked at her, knowing that I was going to get exactly what I wanted later.
“I’m sure your sex life is fascinating,” Knight said drolly, “but we have more important things to worry about right now.”
“By all means.” I gestured for him to continue as he scowled at me before continuing.
“I’ve been looking this over, for the past half hour, but there’s a shit ton of medical jargon in here that I don’t understand. I’m going to have Becky copy every page and then we’ll start dissecting it. In the meantime, we need to keep Parker and Blake wrapped up tight. Becky has erased as much of the video feed as she could, but some of the video was transferred off site before she could finish. Rob’s working on tracking calls the senator is making and trying to figure out who exactly he’s involved with.”
“Why?” I asked, not sure where he was going with this.
“Because a senator of his ranking doesn’t have connections that can send a fucking Blackhawk out in the middle of the day without worrying about the repercussions. Whoever he’s involved with has a lot of pull. We need to know as many of the players involved so we know who the fuck is going to come for us.”
“So, we’re looking at another trafficking situation,” Derek surmised.
“This has nothing to do with trafficking,” Knight said with absolute certainty.
“Right, but people are coming after us, we hide out in the bunker, ready the guns, keep Maggie away from the grenades….”
“What the hell are you guys into?” I asked.
“It’s something we like to do every few years,” Sinner shrugged. “You know, go for some massive badass showdown where one or more of us almost dies and the company almost sinks. I guess this is that situation.”
“The company is not sinking and no one is dying,” Cap insisted.
“Well, we almost did,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t really count. You don’t technically work for us yet. If I had to guess, I’d say the most likely candidate to bite the bullet this time is Knight,” Sinner said, nodding in Cap’s direction.
“Nope, he’s too paranoid,” Hunter said, kicking his shoes up on the table. “Looking at the players involved, I’m guessing it’s Cap this time.”
“Why me?”
“Well, let’s look at this statistically. I’ve already had two brushes with death in the span of a year.”
“The second one doesn’t count,” Burg cut in. “I didn’t actually shoot you.” He turned and glared at Knight. “Although, I didn’t know that at the time.”
“Wait, how did you not really shoot him, but he thought he was having a brush with death?” Blake asked.
“Oh, he did shoot me,” Hunter insisted. “Right in the fucking chest.”
“You shot your own teammate?” Blake gasped. “Do you have really bad aim or do you just really hate him?”
“It wasn’t like that,” Burg said. “I thought he was someone else.”
“And if it wasn’t for the new technology that Knight was trying out, it would have been another shot to the vest. It would have hurt like hell, but I would have been fine.”
“Did the bullet go through?” I asked in confusion.
“No, he had these training suits that simulated gunshot wounds, knife wounds, all that kind of shit. So, when the bullet hit, blood started pouring out from the suit. Not to mention that the suit sent shocks through my body to make me feel like I was actually dying.”
“Holy shit,” I murmured.
“Yeah, talk about a mindfuck.”
I looked at Knight, kind of in awe of him right now. I didn’t even know that kind of shit existed.
“It served its purpose,” Knight said, not bothering to explain any further.
I had to admit, it was kind of cool, not the part about them not knowing, but the idea behind it was brilliant.
“Anyway,” Cap said, getting us back on track, “We’ll go over the journal. You two need to get cleaned up and get some rest. We’ll let you know when we have something.”
I nodded and started to stand, but Cap held up his hand. “I need a word with you first.”
Blake walked past me, running her hand over my shoulder. “I’ll be waiting for you…to make good on my promise.”
She winked at me and walked out of the room, her ass swaying as she moved. I was getting a boner just thinking about all the dirty things she would do to me later.
“What promise?” Sinner asked. “Is it something dirty?”
“Of course it’s dirty,” Burg snorted. “You don’t promise something like…a foot massage and then give a wink.”
“Maybe he has a foot fetish,” Sinner counter. “Maybe
