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Authors: Lynn Hagen
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Monroe’s partner shot his gun. The bang echoed in the tavern as the bullet whizzed by Rave’s head, just missing splattering his brains all over the bar. Rave tossed Monroe’s gun to Jesse and then shifted, growling menacingly at Monroe’s partner.
“What in the hell?” the man said as he swallowed loud enough for everyone to hear. “What just happened?”
“Back off, Dorm,” Monroe warned his partner.
Rave could see that Dorm’s gun was still pointed at him in a teacup hold. The man meant business, even if he looked confused and scared as hell.
“Lower your gun,” Jesse said as if he was talking a man down from the ledge. His voice was patient, smooth.
“Not likely,” Dorm said as he gripped the gun harder.
“Lower your weapon, Agent Dorm.”
Rave was surprised to hear Monroe giving the order. He would have bet that Monroe would have told Dorm to shoot his hairy ass.
“You know about this, Tony?” Dorm asked.
About fucking time Rave learned his mate’s first name. He liked it. Logan and Tony. Nice. Now if he could manage not to get shot, maybe he could talk to his mates without a gun pointed at his damn head.
“I knew.”
“And you didn’t warn me?” Dorm actually looked hurt. If he didn’t have a gun aimed at Rave, he might have actually felt sorry for the man.
“It’s not something a person runs around advertising, Dorm.”
“But I’m your damn partner.”
“True,” Tony said as he took a step toward Rave, running his hands over Rave’s furry head. Damn if Rave didn’t want to roll around on the floor and have Tony rub his belly.
Dorm’s gun began to slowly descend, ending at his side. “What is going on, Tony?”
Chapter Six
Tony sat there looking from Rave to Logan and then back at Rave again. “Could you repeat that? I’m not sure I caught what you said.”
Rave sighed. The tavern was clear of people. Only the three of them sat there at the bar. Dorm had protested leaving, but Jesse had assured him that Tony was safe. He still wouldn’t leave until Tony had told him it was all right.
“Mates,” Rave said as he waved his hand between them. “We’re mates.”
“I’m not sleeping with you guys.” Logan scowled at Rave and then Tony. “I don’t even know you, Rave, and that prick over there just tried to shoot me.”
“I told you not to call me a prick until after I’ve fucked you,” Tony said, enjoying the blush of embarrassment on Logan’s face. It was cute.
“Not happening,” Logan snapped.
“Fine, no sex,” Rave said, “but I need to know why in the hell you pointed a gun at Logan.”
Tony knew he shouldn’t tell civilians about the case, but nothing was making real sense to him any longer. If Rave and Logan were truly his mates as Rave claimed, then a lot of things were about to change in his life. Tony wasn’t even sure how he was going to do his job any longer. How would he travel and have two men at home?
This was too much for him to think about right now, so he just pushed the mess aside like a utility broom after a party.
“Have you heard of Aba?” he inquired.
“Yeah, he tried to kidnap me,” Logan said. His eyes held surprise. “Why?”
“Is that why your door was busted?” Tony asked.
“You’ve been to my house?” Logan didn’t sound too happy about that, so Tony ignored his indignation.
“Aba has been on FBI radar for some time. He’s killed at least a dozen people, robbed three banks, and is wanted for blackmail.”
Rave whistled low. “Damn.”
“The problem is, we don’t have any proof that he killed those people. They all look like suicide cases. We have the tape from the banks, showing the teller smiling as she handed over the money to Aba, no note, no gun in sight. She doesn’t even remember doing it.
And the tellers from the other two banks are saying the same thing.”
“Who did he blackmail?” Logan asked, leaning closer to the bar so he could see Tony more clearly. His eyes were wide,
“What in the hell?” the man said as he swallowed loud enough for everyone to hear. “What just happened?”
“Back off, Dorm,” Monroe warned his partner.
Rave could see that Dorm’s gun was still pointed at him in a teacup hold. The man meant business, even if he looked confused and scared as hell.
“Lower your gun,” Jesse said as if he was talking a man down from the ledge. His voice was patient, smooth.
“Not likely,” Dorm said as he gripped the gun harder.
“Lower your weapon, Agent Dorm.”
Rave was surprised to hear Monroe giving the order. He would have bet that Monroe would have told Dorm to shoot his hairy ass.
“You know about this, Tony?” Dorm asked.
About fucking time Rave learned his mate’s first name. He liked it. Logan and Tony. Nice. Now if he could manage not to get shot, maybe he could talk to his mates without a gun pointed at his damn head.
“I knew.”
“And you didn’t warn me?” Dorm actually looked hurt. If he didn’t have a gun aimed at Rave, he might have actually felt sorry for the man.
“It’s not something a person runs around advertising, Dorm.”
“But I’m your damn partner.”
“True,” Tony said as he took a step toward Rave, running his hands over Rave’s furry head. Damn if Rave didn’t want to roll around on the floor and have Tony rub his belly.
Dorm’s gun began to slowly descend, ending at his side. “What is going on, Tony?”
Chapter Six
Tony sat there looking from Rave to Logan and then back at Rave again. “Could you repeat that? I’m not sure I caught what you said.”
Rave sighed. The tavern was clear of people. Only the three of them sat there at the bar. Dorm had protested leaving, but Jesse had assured him that Tony was safe. He still wouldn’t leave until Tony had told him it was all right.
“Mates,” Rave said as he waved his hand between them. “We’re mates.”
“I’m not sleeping with you guys.” Logan scowled at Rave and then Tony. “I don’t even know you, Rave, and that prick over there just tried to shoot me.”
“I told you not to call me a prick until after I’ve fucked you,” Tony said, enjoying the blush of embarrassment on Logan’s face. It was cute.
“Not happening,” Logan snapped.
“Fine, no sex,” Rave said, “but I need to know why in the hell you pointed a gun at Logan.”
Tony knew he shouldn’t tell civilians about the case, but nothing was making real sense to him any longer. If Rave and Logan were truly his mates as Rave claimed, then a lot of things were about to change in his life. Tony wasn’t even sure how he was going to do his job any longer. How would he travel and have two men at home?
This was too much for him to think about right now, so he just pushed the mess aside like a utility broom after a party.
“Have you heard of Aba?” he inquired.
“Yeah, he tried to kidnap me,” Logan said. His eyes held surprise. “Why?”
“Is that why your door was busted?” Tony asked.
“You’ve been to my house?” Logan didn’t sound too happy about that, so Tony ignored his indignation.
“Aba has been on FBI radar for some time. He’s killed at least a dozen people, robbed three banks, and is wanted for blackmail.”
Rave whistled low. “Damn.”
“The problem is, we don’t have any proof that he killed those people. They all look like suicide cases. We have the tape from the banks, showing the teller smiling as she handed over the money to Aba, no note, no gun in sight. She doesn’t even remember doing it.
And the tellers from the other two banks are saying the same thing.”
“Who did he blackmail?” Logan asked, leaning closer to the bar so he could see Tony more clearly. His eyes were wide,
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