More Than a Cowboy Boxed Set by Vanessa Vale

Author:Vanessa Vale [Vale, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bridger Media

GRAY

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It was after one when Frankie dropped me off at the restaurant to get my truck, and I drove home. I glanced up at the windows to my apartment, but all was dark. Emory was probably asleep. I envisioned her in my bed, her dark hair fanned out across my pillow, ensuring the coconut scent lingered long after she got up. I realized after sharing the bed with her for only one night I didn’t know how she slept. Was she a stomach sleeper? Side? She’d been curled up against me all night, but that wasn’t the norm. She hadn’t been with a man since her ex. It was these unknowns that had me climbing from the truck and clicking the lock button. I wanted to get upstairs and find out. It made my night’s activities worth it. I curled my fingers into fists at the thought, swiping my key fob across the access panel in a tight grip.

Quake had had information about the man who was using women to get his drugs through the clinic—and other clinics around town—but the little fucker hadn’t been at the place we’d gone. It had been a rundown house on the other side of town, an area I’d never been. I assumed the whole town was part of Quake’s turf.

I spent fifteen minutes in the back of Quake’s SUV as he talked on his cell, working his connections, whoever they were, to find the guy. Frankie and a couple other men were in a second truck following us. I’d asked Quake why they weren’t riding their motorcycles—since they were a motorcycle club—and he’d said while they hated riding anything but their bikes, some things called for stealth. Their bikes weren’t quiet, nor did a big group of them blend in.

Quake had only offered road names as way of introduction. I doubted Razor’s mother had given him that name at birth. Every one of them knew me. They either nodded or shook my hand with a certain level of what seemed to be respect. There was no question in their minds I could hold my own in a fight, but I was content letting them keep the guns. My gun shooting days from Marines were over.

I’d remained quiet as Quake talked, listening and watching. I’d dealt with some bad people, some bad shit, but this was outside of my comfort zone. The men were organized and calm as if this kind of thing was something they did frequently. Hell, they probably did. I wanted my hands on the fucker, but finding him was up to Quake.

The second place we went was a few blocks from the clinic. Emory had told me of her volunteer work and where the building was, but at night, driving past it with men carrying guns, this wasn't a place I wanted her on her own. She wouldn’t be driving to it alone anymore. We parked in front of another rundown house, the one next door vacant and abandoned, the windows boarded up.

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