years and a few days. And most of the crew that busted the cartel was right here on the island.
“That’s some kind of shit. Out, huh?” Mac asked, deflecting the odd question. Trigger had to know when that shit went down.
“Yep, out, even the woman, what was her name?” Trigger’s dark eyes flicked to Mac when he spoke but moved off quickly to scan the inside dance floor.
“How they get out?” Mac asked, again ignoring the question.
Kev swallowed half his beer and set it down. “That’s just it. No one is talking yet on that. But there’s no way the cartel can get names on our men. No way. But I’ve heard there’s a team being set up, you know, to see that the Gonzales make it back to Mexico and stay.”
Trigger laughed and winked. “For good.”
Mac relaxed. He’d been in the service then on his own assignments too long. Shit turned him suspicious and everyone into an enemy. Not Trigger. The guy was so square he made a priest stand up straighter. Trigger was half Mexican, Mac knew, raised Catholic, and still went home for the holidays. He’d invited Mac for years. Mac had never accepted, though.
“That’s good to hear. You all kick some butt, okay?” Mac stood and shut down his crazy thoughts. Mandy was doing this to him. Shit if he could think straight when all his brainpower shot down to his dick.
“Will do, bro,” Kev said frowning when Mac nodded to them. “Aw, man, you can’t go. We just got here.” He tried to hand him a Corona, but Mac shook his head and stepped back.
“We’ll catch up later.” Mac dug his hands into his pocket. “I gotta go shake it on the dance floor, you know?”
Kev laughed. “Fine, that’s cool, more women for me. God knows Trigger never indulges.”
“Yeah, well, Trigger, you take care, man. Watch your back,” Mac said.
Trigger sipped his beer. “I will. You do the same.”
Mac headed back inside, feeling like parts of a puzzle were dangling in front of him if he could only figure them out. Frustration made him push through the crowds until he spotted Lacey and Ace by Mandy. Eagle was at the other end of the club, still parked at their table, but with Katya sitting on his lap now. Dare stood near the other door and nodded when their gazes met.
Still, something felt wrong, or not wrong, but there, a piece of something he needed, but didn’t know he needed. Maybe the Gonzalez shit had him more screwed up than he thought. If they were here…
Blowing out a frustrated breath, Mac settled his sights back on Mandy in time to see her drift towards the back of the club. He followed. He’d have to talk to Ace. If there was even a rumour of those assholes being free, he’d have to tell Ace. Eagle and Dare needed to know, but, other than that, no one else had been involved in their arrests. Sanchez was in LA, messed up with a deep undercover, and Aaron had stayed home with a sick sister. Of all the men, Ace and Mac were the most responsible for the Gonzales ring going down.
His instincts flared to life, warning him something more was up, something dangerous was brewing, and, for some reason, it was pointed at Mandy.
He lost sight of her and panic settled in his gut.
If Mandy were hurt… He didn’t let the thought settle but pushed through the crowded bar.
Chapter Six
Mac caught up to Mandy near the women’s room and pulled her to a gentle stop by her upper arm. She twisted free and turned with a stance he would have been proud of any other time, but now sent a chill down his back. When had she learnt such a defensive move?
“Hey, sugar, just me, Mac.”
She softened immediately and shifted her gaze nervously off him. “Sorry, you surprised me.”
“Yeah, got that.” Before he could say more, she brushed her hair back behind an ear and tilted her head at him.
“I have to go, you know?”
He grinned at that. She’d always been private but hell, he’d seen her naked. The memory still blazed in his brain. “Sure. I’ll wait here. I
“That’s some kind of shit. Out, huh?” Mac asked, deflecting the odd question. Trigger had to know when that shit went down.
“Yep, out, even the woman, what was her name?” Trigger’s dark eyes flicked to Mac when he spoke but moved off quickly to scan the inside dance floor.
“How they get out?” Mac asked, again ignoring the question.
Kev swallowed half his beer and set it down. “That’s just it. No one is talking yet on that. But there’s no way the cartel can get names on our men. No way. But I’ve heard there’s a team being set up, you know, to see that the Gonzales make it back to Mexico and stay.”
Trigger laughed and winked. “For good.”
Mac relaxed. He’d been in the service then on his own assignments too long. Shit turned him suspicious and everyone into an enemy. Not Trigger. The guy was so square he made a priest stand up straighter. Trigger was half Mexican, Mac knew, raised Catholic, and still went home for the holidays. He’d invited Mac for years. Mac had never accepted, though.
“That’s good to hear. You all kick some butt, okay?” Mac stood and shut down his crazy thoughts. Mandy was doing this to him. Shit if he could think straight when all his brainpower shot down to his dick.
“Will do, bro,” Kev said frowning when Mac nodded to them. “Aw, man, you can’t go. We just got here.” He tried to hand him a Corona, but Mac shook his head and stepped back.
“We’ll catch up later.” Mac dug his hands into his pocket. “I gotta go shake it on the dance floor, you know?”
Kev laughed. “Fine, that’s cool, more women for me. God knows Trigger never indulges.”
“Yeah, well, Trigger, you take care, man. Watch your back,” Mac said.
Trigger sipped his beer. “I will. You do the same.”
Mac headed back inside, feeling like parts of a puzzle were dangling in front of him if he could only figure them out. Frustration made him push through the crowds until he spotted Lacey and Ace by Mandy. Eagle was at the other end of the club, still parked at their table, but with Katya sitting on his lap now. Dare stood near the other door and nodded when their gazes met.
Still, something felt wrong, or not wrong, but there, a piece of something he needed, but didn’t know he needed. Maybe the Gonzalez shit had him more screwed up than he thought. If they were here…
Blowing out a frustrated breath, Mac settled his sights back on Mandy in time to see her drift towards the back of the club. He followed. He’d have to talk to Ace. If there was even a rumour of those assholes being free, he’d have to tell Ace. Eagle and Dare needed to know, but, other than that, no one else had been involved in their arrests. Sanchez was in LA, messed up with a deep undercover, and Aaron had stayed home with a sick sister. Of all the men, Ace and Mac were the most responsible for the Gonzales ring going down.
His instincts flared to life, warning him something more was up, something dangerous was brewing, and, for some reason, it was pointed at Mandy.
He lost sight of her and panic settled in his gut.
If Mandy were hurt… He didn’t let the thought settle but pushed through the crowded bar.
Chapter Six
Mac caught up to Mandy near the women’s room and pulled her to a gentle stop by her upper arm. She twisted free and turned with a stance he would have been proud of any other time, but now sent a chill down his back. When had she learnt such a defensive move?
“Hey, sugar, just me, Mac.”
She softened immediately and shifted her gaze nervously off him. “Sorry, you surprised me.”
“Yeah, got that.” Before he could say more, she brushed her hair back behind an ear and tilted her head at him.
“I have to go, you know?”
He grinned at that. She’d always been private but hell, he’d seen her naked. The memory still blazed in his brain. “Sure. I’ll wait here. I
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