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would love to do nothing more than hang him high and dry if he was, in fact, cooperating in this ring of black market firearms sales. My body went incredibly taut with tension at the thought of Belle out of sight without any back up.
Precious seconds ticked by that I spent literally on the edge of my seat. Ready to jump up with the need to do something. Anything. Whatever it took to make sure my girl came back out of that room safe and sound. A few more minutes ticked by and it felt like an invisible hand had reached inside my chest and had a stranglehold on my heart.
Jesus, I’d never felt anxiety like this on any mission I’d ever gone on. Put me in a room full of crazy terrorists and it would feel like another day at the office, but this, well, this was almost more than I could take. Suddenly, I had the overwhelming desire to put Belle in a padded room somewhere safe just to make sure she never got a boo-boo; much less, let her walk into a dangerous situation like she was in now.
Just when I was ready to storm the castle, so to speak, the door to the back opened. Henderson firmly held one of Belle’s arms in his grip while escorting her back towards the Sullivan brothers. Declan looked over to the pair with a frown on his face seconds before I noticed his hand briefly touch his watch and then his voice crackled over the comm. link.
“Hey there, guy. What are you doing man handling my sister like that?”
Henderson gently pushed Belle into Declan’s direction. “No harm, man. Your sister wandered into the office looking for the bathroom. If she still needs to use it, the ladies room is located at the back of the building and to the left.”
Belle patted Declan on the shoulder. “Calm down, big brother. The bartender here was just showing a lady around is all. Hey, you still got that pack of cigarettes on you? I need one bad.”
Sending one last glare to Henderson, Declan wrapped an arm around Belle’s shoulders and headed towards the front door. Riley grabbed his bottle of beer before following them out. A few minutes of silence passed while the group presumably put a safe distance between themselves and any ears that might be listening. Finally, I heard Belle’s sweet, southern voice as she spoke lowly to Declan.
“I spotted what looked like a couple of crates in a large, empty storage room partially covered with tarps. No way to see what was in the crates, but they looked about the size that could accommodate rifles. Suspect was sitting quietly in the manager’s office with the door open so that he had a view of the hall and the storage room. Closing time is in two hours. I think we should wait till the place is empty, break in and take a look at what they might be hiding.”
Declan’s low voice followed Belle’s report. “What do you think, Commander?”
Jaxon’s eyes swept the bar again before he answered, “Sounds like a solid plan. Sullivans, tell Belle you all will stay here while my group will take our SUV to a remote area nearby in the woods to change and load up. We’ll leave you a change of clothes and some toys along with the GPS coordinates of their location when we head back. The two remaining groups will remain in position outside. Wall out.”
A short chorus of, “Affirmatives,” sounded through the comm. link to let the Commander know that all groups were aware of their current orders.
As the Sullivan brothers walked back into the bar with a supposedly inebriated Belle in tow, a lively country song started blasting over the speakers. As the fiddle accompanied the guitar, Belle shimmied her way onto the middle of the dance floor. Swaying her hips seductively to the music. Instantly, she gained the attention of every male in the room, with most of the females watching, too; envy, anger or lust shining in their eyes.
Regardless of all the other bystanders around me, in that moment, I flashed back fifteen years to Belle dancing for me like that in my bedroom while I lay back on
Precious seconds ticked by that I spent literally on the edge of my seat. Ready to jump up with the need to do something. Anything. Whatever it took to make sure my girl came back out of that room safe and sound. A few more minutes ticked by and it felt like an invisible hand had reached inside my chest and had a stranglehold on my heart.
Jesus, I’d never felt anxiety like this on any mission I’d ever gone on. Put me in a room full of crazy terrorists and it would feel like another day at the office, but this, well, this was almost more than I could take. Suddenly, I had the overwhelming desire to put Belle in a padded room somewhere safe just to make sure she never got a boo-boo; much less, let her walk into a dangerous situation like she was in now.
Just when I was ready to storm the castle, so to speak, the door to the back opened. Henderson firmly held one of Belle’s arms in his grip while escorting her back towards the Sullivan brothers. Declan looked over to the pair with a frown on his face seconds before I noticed his hand briefly touch his watch and then his voice crackled over the comm. link.
“Hey there, guy. What are you doing man handling my sister like that?”
Henderson gently pushed Belle into Declan’s direction. “No harm, man. Your sister wandered into the office looking for the bathroom. If she still needs to use it, the ladies room is located at the back of the building and to the left.”
Belle patted Declan on the shoulder. “Calm down, big brother. The bartender here was just showing a lady around is all. Hey, you still got that pack of cigarettes on you? I need one bad.”
Sending one last glare to Henderson, Declan wrapped an arm around Belle’s shoulders and headed towards the front door. Riley grabbed his bottle of beer before following them out. A few minutes of silence passed while the group presumably put a safe distance between themselves and any ears that might be listening. Finally, I heard Belle’s sweet, southern voice as she spoke lowly to Declan.
“I spotted what looked like a couple of crates in a large, empty storage room partially covered with tarps. No way to see what was in the crates, but they looked about the size that could accommodate rifles. Suspect was sitting quietly in the manager’s office with the door open so that he had a view of the hall and the storage room. Closing time is in two hours. I think we should wait till the place is empty, break in and take a look at what they might be hiding.”
Declan’s low voice followed Belle’s report. “What do you think, Commander?”
Jaxon’s eyes swept the bar again before he answered, “Sounds like a solid plan. Sullivans, tell Belle you all will stay here while my group will take our SUV to a remote area nearby in the woods to change and load up. We’ll leave you a change of clothes and some toys along with the GPS coordinates of their location when we head back. The two remaining groups will remain in position outside. Wall out.”
A short chorus of, “Affirmatives,” sounded through the comm. link to let the Commander know that all groups were aware of their current orders.
As the Sullivan brothers walked back into the bar with a supposedly inebriated Belle in tow, a lively country song started blasting over the speakers. As the fiddle accompanied the guitar, Belle shimmied her way onto the middle of the dance floor. Swaying her hips seductively to the music. Instantly, she gained the attention of every male in the room, with most of the females watching, too; envy, anger or lust shining in their eyes.
Regardless of all the other bystanders around me, in that moment, I flashed back fifteen years to Belle dancing for me like that in my bedroom while I lay back on
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