shook hands with Pierce, his light eyes staring intensely at him. Shot knew Pierce probably didn’t know it, but that was Call’s ‘thank you’.
“We’d be honored,” Call replied. “It’s time for the Russian mob to clear out of the United States.
Pierce nodded and turned back to the screens. “To answer your earlier question. Yeah, that’s her. Pavlo Valenzo’s wife just checked into a hotel in Richmond. She’s taken the Amtrak out of Richmond Staples Mill Station. Looks like she’s trying to change her typical travel habits, which leads me to believe –”
“She’s hiding from someone,” Call finished.
“Exactly. Viper has already changed her trip itinerary to layover for an hour and a half here at Union Station. We’ll intercept her there.” Pierce looked up at Shot. “Can Fox be here in a couple days? I want him to charm her into having a cup of coffee with him. I’ll be in the Starbucks two blocks over.”
Shot’s chest tightened at the mention of Fox’s name. “Umm. I don’t think so.”
Everyone turned and looked at Shot like he’d just said ‘fuck America’.
“What? He’s not available, alright!” Shot narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice. “He’s working on another assignment.”
Pierce shrugged like it was nothing. “Oh, I’ll take care of that.” Pierce took out his phone and pressed one button before speaking. “Get me Deputy Spencer, please.”
Fuck . Shot needed some time away from Fox. He couldn’t have the man all in his space right after what went down between them tonight. “Why don’t we just use someone else?”
“Like who?” Call looked at Shot suspiciously. There was no hiding his strange behavior. And there was no reason for him not to want Fox on the team or on a mission when they worked so well together.
“Like one of Pierce’s guys,” he recommended.
“They’re not field operatives, Shot. What the fuck is going on?” Call turned on him, demanding answers.
Shot was getting more and more upset. “It’s a fucking cup of coffee. How hard is it to ask a woman for a drink, huh? The fucking records guy can do that. He’s handsome. Let him do it. Or fuck it, I’ll do it.”
Call stepped closer to him. “If you’re not going to give me a straight answer then stop talking. You’re going to be on point where you supposed to fuckin’ be and Fox is going to intercept. Done.”
Shot turned and saw Shade coming in with Lucky and Viper.
“Ohh sexy, man.” Shade wolf whistled.
Shot rolled his eyes. That was it. He was going to put his hair back in a braid. He hit Shade in his shoulder on his way past him. “You guys don’t even know what to do with a fucking night off,” he murmured as he took the stairs two at a time and closed himself in one of the rooms upstairs.
Chapter Seven
Pierce
Pierce lay stretched across his bed as he went over the mission repeatedly in his head. They’d had their strategy meeting at 0700 this morning. Everyone went about their duties to prepare for tomorrow. Fox was back but he was steering clear of Shot, which was completely fucked to say the least. Pierce needed them to be in sync. That’s when they were their most effective. Whatever beef they had, they needed to grill it up and eat it. This was the first phase of their last mission, and then Pierce could retire and go home. Hell, maybe he’d meet a nice guy. A peaceful, calm man. Pierce was done with chaos.
His thoughts went quickly to Hawk. He hadn’t said anything to Pierce since their little argument. Well, since Pierce told him to ‘forget about there ever being a them’ . Pierce closed his eyes and sighed. If only he could trust Hawk. The man was sinfully handsome. Shoulder-length dirty blond hair. Deep, sensual voice. Mysterious eyes. Big and powerful, just the way Pierce wanted his man to be… but also gentle when need be. Hawk had only exhibited an ounce of gentility once, when he came to Pierce’s rescue from Call. But, after
“We’d be honored,” Call replied. “It’s time for the Russian mob to clear out of the United States.
Pierce nodded and turned back to the screens. “To answer your earlier question. Yeah, that’s her. Pavlo Valenzo’s wife just checked into a hotel in Richmond. She’s taken the Amtrak out of Richmond Staples Mill Station. Looks like she’s trying to change her typical travel habits, which leads me to believe –”
“She’s hiding from someone,” Call finished.
“Exactly. Viper has already changed her trip itinerary to layover for an hour and a half here at Union Station. We’ll intercept her there.” Pierce looked up at Shot. “Can Fox be here in a couple days? I want him to charm her into having a cup of coffee with him. I’ll be in the Starbucks two blocks over.”
Shot’s chest tightened at the mention of Fox’s name. “Umm. I don’t think so.”
Everyone turned and looked at Shot like he’d just said ‘fuck America’.
“What? He’s not available, alright!” Shot narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice. “He’s working on another assignment.”
Pierce shrugged like it was nothing. “Oh, I’ll take care of that.” Pierce took out his phone and pressed one button before speaking. “Get me Deputy Spencer, please.”
Fuck . Shot needed some time away from Fox. He couldn’t have the man all in his space right after what went down between them tonight. “Why don’t we just use someone else?”
“Like who?” Call looked at Shot suspiciously. There was no hiding his strange behavior. And there was no reason for him not to want Fox on the team or on a mission when they worked so well together.
“Like one of Pierce’s guys,” he recommended.
“They’re not field operatives, Shot. What the fuck is going on?” Call turned on him, demanding answers.
Shot was getting more and more upset. “It’s a fucking cup of coffee. How hard is it to ask a woman for a drink, huh? The fucking records guy can do that. He’s handsome. Let him do it. Or fuck it, I’ll do it.”
Call stepped closer to him. “If you’re not going to give me a straight answer then stop talking. You’re going to be on point where you supposed to fuckin’ be and Fox is going to intercept. Done.”
Shot turned and saw Shade coming in with Lucky and Viper.
“Ohh sexy, man.” Shade wolf whistled.
Shot rolled his eyes. That was it. He was going to put his hair back in a braid. He hit Shade in his shoulder on his way past him. “You guys don’t even know what to do with a fucking night off,” he murmured as he took the stairs two at a time and closed himself in one of the rooms upstairs.
Chapter Seven
Pierce
Pierce lay stretched across his bed as he went over the mission repeatedly in his head. They’d had their strategy meeting at 0700 this morning. Everyone went about their duties to prepare for tomorrow. Fox was back but he was steering clear of Shot, which was completely fucked to say the least. Pierce needed them to be in sync. That’s when they were their most effective. Whatever beef they had, they needed to grill it up and eat it. This was the first phase of their last mission, and then Pierce could retire and go home. Hell, maybe he’d meet a nice guy. A peaceful, calm man. Pierce was done with chaos.
His thoughts went quickly to Hawk. He hadn’t said anything to Pierce since their little argument. Well, since Pierce told him to ‘forget about there ever being a them’ . Pierce closed his eyes and sighed. If only he could trust Hawk. The man was sinfully handsome. Shoulder-length dirty blond hair. Deep, sensual voice. Mysterious eyes. Big and powerful, just the way Pierce wanted his man to be… but also gentle when need be. Hawk had only exhibited an ounce of gentility once, when he came to Pierce’s rescue from Call. But, after
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