Shadow Ops: Danger's Heat (Kindle Worlds Novella) (A Shadow Ops Novella Book 2) by LS Silverii Page A
Authors: LS Silverii
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Hollywood leaned close to fill him in.
“Lucky Cavanaugh’s out there. Remember what Justice said about a gun deal going down today?” Hollywood’s voice tightened in concern. There was so much at jeopardy now—Lucky’s safety because the Savage Souls had the federal agent identity database, STR getting jammed up if ATF raided the clubhouse with them in it, Justice getting dinged as a rat for vouching, and the Rougarou’s plan launching the next morning.
“Who’s that? You got somebody listening?” Bonny’s voice shot angry and cold.
“Oh, that’s the SWAT guys—they always get jacked up before a raid. Heading to the French Quarter—they think they gonna see some titties. Freaking children.”
“No shit. Cops are dicks, you should quit that crap and come work for me.”
“Ha, just what do you do Bonny. Besides dress slutty and try stealing my boyfriends?”
“Good point. Well, gotta, baby. Big day tomorrow and then off to another adventure.”
“Another? Damn girl where you going?”
“To hell I’m sure. Later, baby.” Bonny ended the call with a kissing sound.
“We got her pegged around West Marquette Road and one or two possible cross streets. It’ll keep sweeping until the signal is pinpointed. Time to move—now,” Rose ordered.
“We got problems,” Billy said. “Lucky Cavanaugh’s out in the main room making an arms deal. I’m sure ATF has this place under surveillance if not ready to raid.” Billy explained.
Hollywood pressed his foot against the door to prevent anyone from walking in on their conversation. He nodded his head to alert the others that he needed to tell Justice about his guys going to the wrong location.
The door exploded inward. Hollywood tumbled into KC and Chase then landed atop the small desk. Papers and whiskey glasses smashed against the far wall. His palm hit the Medal of Honor shadowbox. Blood covered the light blue ribbon and embedded white stars.
Billy scrambled to his feet and reached for his weapon as they all flailed for cover. Justice followed the shattered wooden door. His breathing was exaggerated and his neck flexed with each pulse beat. Hollywood struggled to push himself from the desk—his right shoulder throbbing despite the pain meds.
“This is fucking war,” Justice roared like a grizzly. Fists rose to rip whatever door was left on its hinges. His reddened face glowed with hell’s vengeance.
Hollywood was able to see beyond Billy into the clubhouse. The others were sprawled throughout in disbelief. Someone unplugged the music. Hollywood heard wailing and the slaps against leather, as the brothers mourned the loss of six Savage Souls.
They deciphered that the six brothers, in their rampage, went to the address where the deadly bio-chems were stored. Like bulls in a china shop, accidently set them off.
“It’s your fucking fault, bitch. Get out of my house. Now.” Justice snatched up Rose by the shirt with one hand. She kicked but resisting was no use. She was on her way out of the very place she wanted out of. The others grabbed their belongings and trailed Justice and Rose to the door.
“You got thirty seconds to be off my street or I’ll start shooting,” Justice said as he kicked the front door open, and hauled Rose through it. She clawed at his wrist but it was like a dove pecking against titanium.
“Let her go or I’ll put this bullet through the back of your skull.” Billy whispered so the other brothers couldn’t hear him. Hollywood saw the .45 caliber model 1911 concealed beneath Billy’s vest.
“Be cool, this is the only way to get y’all out of here alive,” Justice whispered to Rose, while Hollywood helped her regain her footing once on the sidewalk.
“What happened?” Rose asked.
“Crashed through a door on their hogs, and into a gun battle with a Cajun bad ass. Ricochet into the barrel and gas cooked ’em all. Even the old, fat swamp stomper.”
“Tater, I bet,” Hollywood recalled the only one
“Lucky Cavanaugh’s out there. Remember what Justice said about a gun deal going down today?” Hollywood’s voice tightened in concern. There was so much at jeopardy now—Lucky’s safety because the Savage Souls had the federal agent identity database, STR getting jammed up if ATF raided the clubhouse with them in it, Justice getting dinged as a rat for vouching, and the Rougarou’s plan launching the next morning.
“Who’s that? You got somebody listening?” Bonny’s voice shot angry and cold.
“Oh, that’s the SWAT guys—they always get jacked up before a raid. Heading to the French Quarter—they think they gonna see some titties. Freaking children.”
“No shit. Cops are dicks, you should quit that crap and come work for me.”
“Ha, just what do you do Bonny. Besides dress slutty and try stealing my boyfriends?”
“Good point. Well, gotta, baby. Big day tomorrow and then off to another adventure.”
“Another? Damn girl where you going?”
“To hell I’m sure. Later, baby.” Bonny ended the call with a kissing sound.
“We got her pegged around West Marquette Road and one or two possible cross streets. It’ll keep sweeping until the signal is pinpointed. Time to move—now,” Rose ordered.
“We got problems,” Billy said. “Lucky Cavanaugh’s out in the main room making an arms deal. I’m sure ATF has this place under surveillance if not ready to raid.” Billy explained.
Hollywood pressed his foot against the door to prevent anyone from walking in on their conversation. He nodded his head to alert the others that he needed to tell Justice about his guys going to the wrong location.
The door exploded inward. Hollywood tumbled into KC and Chase then landed atop the small desk. Papers and whiskey glasses smashed against the far wall. His palm hit the Medal of Honor shadowbox. Blood covered the light blue ribbon and embedded white stars.
Billy scrambled to his feet and reached for his weapon as they all flailed for cover. Justice followed the shattered wooden door. His breathing was exaggerated and his neck flexed with each pulse beat. Hollywood struggled to push himself from the desk—his right shoulder throbbing despite the pain meds.
“This is fucking war,” Justice roared like a grizzly. Fists rose to rip whatever door was left on its hinges. His reddened face glowed with hell’s vengeance.
Hollywood was able to see beyond Billy into the clubhouse. The others were sprawled throughout in disbelief. Someone unplugged the music. Hollywood heard wailing and the slaps against leather, as the brothers mourned the loss of six Savage Souls.
They deciphered that the six brothers, in their rampage, went to the address where the deadly bio-chems were stored. Like bulls in a china shop, accidently set them off.
“It’s your fucking fault, bitch. Get out of my house. Now.” Justice snatched up Rose by the shirt with one hand. She kicked but resisting was no use. She was on her way out of the very place she wanted out of. The others grabbed their belongings and trailed Justice and Rose to the door.
“You got thirty seconds to be off my street or I’ll start shooting,” Justice said as he kicked the front door open, and hauled Rose through it. She clawed at his wrist but it was like a dove pecking against titanium.
“Let her go or I’ll put this bullet through the back of your skull.” Billy whispered so the other brothers couldn’t hear him. Hollywood saw the .45 caliber model 1911 concealed beneath Billy’s vest.
“Be cool, this is the only way to get y’all out of here alive,” Justice whispered to Rose, while Hollywood helped her regain her footing once on the sidewalk.
“What happened?” Rose asked.
“Crashed through a door on their hogs, and into a gun battle with a Cajun bad ass. Ricochet into the barrel and gas cooked ’em all. Even the old, fat swamp stomper.”
“Tater, I bet,” Hollywood recalled the only one
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