Hot Shot (A Hostile Operations Team Novel)(#5) by Lynn Raye Harris

Author:Lynn Raye Harris [Harris, Lynn Raye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: H.O.T. Publishing, LLC
Published: 2014-06-30T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

THERE WERE PERIMETER ALARMS rigged around the property, starting about a mile out and getting denser as they got closer to Metaxas’s compound. Billy Blake had them pinpointed on his computer, but disarming them took time. Time they didn’t have.

Nick Brandon remembered the spot where he and Hawk had hidden before, but he couldn’t reach it. In the aftermath of his brother’s death, it seemed as if Stavros Metaxas had systematically hunted out every possible perch and rendered it moot with infrared equipment and alarms. There was no way to get close enough to take a shot. Not without a week’s notice anyway.

“They’re on the way,” Matt said.

“Did Metaxas let her bring Hawk?” It was Lucky who’d spoken. She didn’t usually go on this sort of op with them, but she’d insisted on this one because she figured Gina might need a woman along. For what, Nick didn’t know.

“He agreed to it. But that’s not really a surprise. He’s bringing them into a fortified compound. One man is easy to disarm.”

Iceman snorted. “Guess he doesn’t know Hawk.”

“Truth.” But Matt didn’t look happy. He gazed at the computer screen on the table in the yacht’s main cabin and frowned. “He’s never gone in after his own son before.”

No one said anything, probably because they couldn’t imagine what that was like. Nick’s gaze flickered over the team. To his knowledge, none of them had any kids.

“Guess we’re going with Plan B,” Lucky said, and the guys all looked at her. She whipped her T-shirt over her head to reveal a pink bikini top. Her breasts were spectacular, Nick decided. And then he decided he’d better not look or Big Mac would kill him.

In fact, Big Mac was glaring at them all as Lucky shimmied out of her jeans and stood there in one smoking-hot bikini. Her skin was scarred along her arms and back, but it didn’t detract from her beauty in the least. She was tanned, toned, and hot enough to make water steam.

“I’ll be lounging on deck like the rich bitch I am,” she said with a grin. “Fetch me a drink, would you, sweet cakes?”

That last was directed at Kev who miraculously didn’t get pissed. “I’ll do better than that. I’ll rub oil on your back.”

Ryan Gordon wasn’t called Flash simply because of the obvious superhero reference. He was also pretty reckless at opening his mouth—flashing his teeth—when it would be better to keep it closed.

“Man, how in the hell are you going to manage that without losing focus? This ain’t your honeymoon, bro.”

Kev’s eyes narrowed. “You want to keep those teeth of yours, jackass?”

Ryan held up both hands. “Hey, if you can do it without getting distracted, you’re a better man than I am.”

“Already fucking knew that,” Kev growled.

Lucky put her hand on her husband’s arm. “Seriously, you’re getting pissed over this? First, he has a point—you do get distracted easily when, uh…” She cleared her throat. “Second, Flash, darlin’,” she said, turning her smile on him and mimicking her husband’s accent.

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