Cold Blood (Lone Star Mobsters Book 4) by Cynthia Rayne

Author:Cynthia Rayne [Rayne, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-30T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Justice had learned long ago to never make a decision when he was panicked. When a man’s back is against the wall, he’s liable to make the wrong call. It’s much better to have a game plan in place, before walking into a dangerous situation. When things went south, and they always did, he had guidelines in place to follow without letting adrenaline lead him astray.

A few minutes later, Tennessee Ross and Will Butler rolled up behind him on the sidewalk. He hadn’t noticed them park. At least they’d had enough sense to be sneaky about it. Justice recognized them on site. Since his club had gotten mixed up with the Lone Star Mafia, they’d all boned up on Mobster 101, courtesy of Coyote.

He ducked into a nearby alley, and motioned to them, so they followed him. They needed to strategize without the driver figuring out what they were up to.

Butler was a tall blond and blue-eyed man. With his shined shoes and close shave, he had a CEO vibe. Although, Coyote had discovered he’d been a mercenary, before joining the outfit. And prior to becoming a mobster, Butler had been a military pyrotechnics expert.

Ten, as he was known, was a bit more elusive. Coyote hadn’t been able to find squat on his past, and it troubled all of them. Had he been a spook? CIA agents had deep covers. Or what if he was in witness protection and had a fake ID? Perhaps he’d infiltrated the mafia. Either way, they didn’t know anything useful about Ten.

The mobster stood well over six feet with a long, lean build. He had thick, black hair and sported a pair of dark sunglasses. Come to think of it, he wore them in every single picture they’d found of him. Strange.

“This the fella we’re lookin’ for?” Ten nodded in the direction of the van.

“Think so. It would be one hell of a coincidence if he wasn’t.”

“What’s the game plan?” Butler asked.

“Surround him.” Justice palmed the gun in his cut. “And then take him somewhere quiet, so we can question him.”

“How many dickheads are inside?” Butler glanced around the corner.

“No clue. I’m hopin’ it’s just the one.” Justice couldn’t think of a surreptitious way to check either. Where’s a drone when you need one? “I’m takin’ the driver’s side.”

“Fair enough.” Ten cocked his pistol. “I’ll take the passenger door.”

“Which leaves me with the backend.” Butler also took out his weapon.

“Let’s do this fast, and don’t draw any attention to yourselves.” He was used to taking charge in situations like this, and neither man contradicted him.

They kept the approach real casual, just slowly drifting up the street, as though they were out for a casual stroll. Until it was time to spring into action. As Ten rounded the other side of the vehicle, Justice made for the door and kept the gun close to his body, in case anyone noticed.

Although, the citizens in this town were used to keeping their heads down and actively not seeing things, like New Yorkers.

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