Center Mass by Lani Lynn Vale

Author:Lani Lynn Vale [Vale, Lani Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Amazon: B00VMVL2T4
Barnesnoble: B00VMVL2T4
Goodreads: 25280443
Publisher: Dixie Wardens, Inc.
Published: 2015-04-30T04:00:00+00:00

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“Let’s move in,” I said. “Guru, you’re on standby.”

John, or ‘Guru,’ had remained in our operations center back at the station.

The boys called him Guru one night after an eight hour long bust, and the name had stuck. Although it was only ever used while we were performing a raid or a bust.

John didn’t like to be called anything but John, although he tolerated it.

Although he was a fully trained part of the team, he served us better there. The man was too good at what he did not to utilize those talents, like tapping into their home security system or webcams, with little to no effort.

Which was what he’d done a few moments after we’d left, hacking into the old man’s security system, using the feeds that surrounded the house and inside living room, as a guide. He relayed the information to us over the last half hour, and with what he’d told us, we’d decided it was time to go in.

Now or never.

“10-4,” John said.

“Let me know when you’re in position,” I said to Downy, Michael, and James.

With a nod, they circled around the house, while Nico, Bennett and I went to the front.

The door was feeble at best, and stood no chance as soon as I heard the quiet, “In place.”

“Go.”

The door gave with laughable ease when Nico placed his boot to it.

A similar sound could be heard from the other end of the house, but our main focus was what was in front of us.

Nico crouched, going down on one knee.

My shotgun was raised, pointed straight inside over Nico’s shoulder.

Bennett’s was mirroring mine from the other shoulder.

Nothing stirred.

With a hand sign to proceed, Nico started walking, crouched down low.

We’d done this a lot. So much so, that we could almost anticipate the others movements before they ever even happened.

The first room we came to was a dining room.

The room, one that’d been so recently used for a family dinner, was now trashed.

China was smashed. Bullets riddled the walls. The cabinet that held alcohol in the corner of the room was broken, the door hanging off the hinges.

The table was cracked down the middle, the beautiful glass I’d seen yesterday now shattered.

“Side room clear,” James’ voice called over the line.

Barely a hint of a whisper, but the sound reassuring nonetheless.

“Dining room clear,” I confirmed.

“Kitchen clear,” Downy’s voice rumbled.

My heart was pounding, as it always did.

Adrenaline making my vision clearer; my hearing sharper. The solid weight of the shotgun in my hands, butt of the stock up against my cheek, allowing me to breathe easier.

“Living room clear,” Michael confirmed.

We were down to the two back bedrooms when the two teams met.

A series of hand signals were flashed, and Downy took point on the first room, while I took point on the second.

With a quick motion, I went in down low, sweeping the room with a quick, thorough glance.

The room was empty except for exercise equipment.

“Clear,” I said, feeling Nico at my back.

We turned to follow up with Downy’s team when a deafening explosion shook the house.

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