Orgasmic Texas Dawn 5 - Summer Rain by A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly

Author:A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly [Dawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Kieran and Jube had the unmistakable glow of slaked lust in their aura as they came back to us. Consuela and Kieran took over cooking duties. Jubilee wore a T-shirt over his board shorts. It was hard for him to pick up Juan. His stomach and ribs still hurt.

"That bullet frickin' ripped my insides apart," he told me. He rarely complained. He was just being matter of fact. He had to sit down so his son could climb on his lap, and climb he did.

We chatted about Jube's progress until Kieran got a call. I did too. We checked our cell phone readouts. Operation: Winner. Green light.

"Damn." Kieran looked at me. "We gotta book." Juan was very accepting of us leaving, but needed to put his shoes on to accompany us outside. I got dressed in the outfit I'd been wearing, combed my hair as best I could and checked my weapons. I had everything I needed.

Jube and Juan held our hats and walked us outside. Kieran and Juan had an emotional embrace, but I was pleased that Juan didn't cry. He hugged me good-bye, solemnly handed me my hat which I had left on the entry table when I arrived and hugged me again.

We waved at our little trio as we drove off in Kieran's SUV. He fiddled with the radio and we zipped onto the marshals' frequency. We changed it three times a week and as we checked in, he announced, "Fox and Mercado feeling lucky today!"

I guessed we were going to a casino. Operation Winner, feeling lucky.

A printout arrived in the backseat where he kept his portable printer. I studied the photo of a hard-looking young Latino man. He had a solid build, close-cropped hair. Not particularly handsome or ugly but he was identified as a Ramblers gang member. I'd done some homework on gangbangers as part of my training.

The Ramblers were a fierce, tight group that patrolled their neighborhood, even their own families, with frightening ruthlessness.

"We got news that this asshole was in town. He likes to gamble. We've had field operatives at two casinos. One is a makeshift game that moves around town. We've had two undercover officers involved in that one but Louis Marks never turned up in those.

"He likes Pai Gow Poker… has good luck with the table games, too. We figured he'd head to Easy Street Casino—"

"That's near the Oklahoma border, isn't it?" I knew it was one of the many Native American tribal casinos strewn across the US.

"Right. About an eight-minute drive."

A voice came on the radio. "We have a visual on him. He's been gambling all morning. Winning huge, but he's on the main floor now."

Kieran shook his head. "Don't know why they didn't notice him sooner. He's quite distinctive."

"Really?" I squinted at the photo. He didn't look distinctive to me.

"Yeah. Now you get the problem. They've been circulating that old-ass photo to the field ops. That's what he looks like now." He pointed to his glove compartment. I opened it and extracted a sheaf of papers.

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