Guts & Glory_Mercy by Jeanne St. James

Author:Jeanne St. James [James, Jeanne St.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jeanne St. James
Published: 2019-05-31T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Having his girl between his legs felt good. And it also felt way too fucking good to have Rissa plastered to his back on the ride through the warm night to their next safe house. With her big tits pressing against him, and her soft thighs sandwiching his hips and ass, he could imagine her riding with him on a regular basis. Though those rides might get cut short, since he’d have to take her home or pull over somewhere where he would fuck her until she rumbled as loudly as his straight pipes.

They had headed out of the DAMC compound a lot later than he wanted. Even though it didn’t take long for Steel to bring over Mercy’s Harley and swap it out for his RPV, it took a while for Diesel to find another place outside of Shadow Valley for them to hole up in. A last minute rental hadn’t been easy to find.

When he stopped in, Steel took their bags and also brought helmets for both him and Rissa. Even though he normally didn’t wear one, he figured it couldn’t hurt to wear full-faced brain buckets to help disguise who they were.

He doubted anyone was watching them yet. Yet being the key word. But he’d rather play it safe anyway. Even if those texts could be traced back to Jazz and Shadow Valley, it would take time for men to get into place. That was if they didn’t have a bead on Rissa already. He had no idea how skilled Paranzino’s competitor’s men were or if he’d hired someone, or even a team, as skilled as D’s Shadows, to hunt her down.

If he did, they could be fucked.

He was tempted to fly her out of the country to one of his Delta Force buddies who retired down in Panama. But time wasn’t on his side right now and to get her a fake passport, and whatever else needed, could be time-consuming and get sticky. Plus, he wasn’t letting her out of his sight.

No, he fucking wasn’t. Not even for his morning runs, which helped keep him sane.

He was also waiting for word from Paranzino himself. He had Diesel get a message to him, to update him on the situation and also ask what the fuck was taking so long out in Vegas.

Mercy’s patience was wearing thin. Diesel’s, which was never abundant in the first place, was now non-existent. But his boss wasn’t at the point where he’d send his own crew out to Vegas to get this over and done with. Until Paranzino asked for assistance with that part of the job, and then forked over a healthy chunk of change, D would let Mercy continue to babysit a woman who was driving him fucking nuts.

He had just walked into the house from his run when he got the call from Jazz. At first, his only thought was how her voice in his ear didn’t affect him as much as he thought it would. She was Crow’s woman now, he had no choice but to accept that.

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