We'd tried to talk the others into staying back on the island just in case shit got dicey, but none of them would budge. Lyon had no qualms about pulling the trigger if it came to that and Mancini, well, who knows what his deal is. But it was Justice and Law I was more worried about. Both of them still had one foot in the military. But they too insisted on coming along. "Do you know how I knew my girl was in trouble Devon?" "Law's woman told him because one of her girls told her and he called me. Had it not been for that phone call I don't know what would've happened to her." "This is what we do, we stick together. And those women, we lucked the fuck out there too. So if we have to do this to make their lives safer, then it's on all of us. Not just you." "I appreciate it Creed." I guess the ball was in my court now since they'd all decided that she was mine regardless of what I say. Ty the ass had seen us on the beach together and earlier this evening

Now here we are staking out yet another house in the dark while the women waited back on the island. "So the SEALs are going in while the rest of us surround the perimeter. There's no one in there except the target, the wife is not expected back until late tomorrow, and the staff has already gone." Mancini sent his people off to get into place before turning back to us. "He's in his study having his last cigar and cognac of the evening." He pulled that shit up on his handheld and we saw the general sitting in a smoking chair puffing on a cigar. "We could just take him out through the window and no one will ever know." "But then we won't get the answers we need Tyler and don't fucking start again." "Sure we can Lo. We can take his comp, and his phone, there's bound to be something there." "What if there isn't? Now cut the shit and let's go." After Ty and Lo got through with their scuffle Quinn disengaged the security and Cord picke

"Welllllll. Ariel came running, mommy asked her what's wrong?" She twirled her eyes up like she was thinking really hard. "Uncle Devon doesn't like her. Aunty Gaby's gonna kill uncle Devon annnndd aunty Cierra has a plan." "You get anything outta that Dev?" Lyon dismissed her and she went scurrying into the house probably to eavesdrop on the women. "Yeah, I get it." "So what did you do and you better have a way to fix it because I'm not too jazzed about my woman giving me the cold shoulder because of one of you fuck-ups." "Suck it Ty." I put down the coffee cup and rested my head in my hands. I wanted to go find her and explain but what was I going to say? That I'm afraid, that I don't know how long I'll have her once the threat was eliminated and her father decided he wanted her back? "What's the problem Devon?" "There's no problem Cord." I gave him the shut the hell up look. No way am I having this discussion in front of everyon

"Whoa bro, so why don't you talk to her?" I stepped back from the look he threw me. "Just a suggestion brother." I smirked over his shoulder at Tyler who was acting the damn fool and tried not to laugh because he was rolling his eyes behind Dev's back the way I'd seen Dani or Gaby do with their men. I didn't pay too much attention when I heard the women hooting and hollering, they're always carrying on about something and it being their first time out anywhere I'm sure they were ready to cut loose. The tempo of the music changed from some slow island melody to something a bit more upbeat. "Dev?" What the fuck's wrong with him now? He'd gone from a relaxed pose to standing on guard, kinda like when a dog's hair stands up on its back. His gaze was focused somewhere over my shoulder in the general direction of the women and I turned to look to see what could possibly have his panties in a twist. "Oh shit!" Ariel was in the middle of the dance floor and t

Their antics are helping me to overcome whatever lingering fear I might've had because in the real world I should be hiding away somewhere afraid to leave the house. And at night, when I'm in bed with Quinn, after he's melted my bones, and I drift off to sleep with his scent in my nose and the feel of his strong capable arms wrapped protectively around me, his whispered 'I love yous' makes me feel like anything is possible. I feel like I'm living in a dream and we haven't even touched the surface of anything resembling a relationship yet. But somehow I feel in my very core that this is real. Each time I have a doubt I only have to turn to any one of the women here for some reassurance. Their own story gives me hope, especially Kat, whose relationship is the oldest. I watch the men with their women and can see the love and adoration with my own two eyes, my daddy taught me how to read people. And if all these couples were lying they should be on a Broadway st