Shadow Ops: Danger's Heat (Kindle Worlds Novella) (A Shadow Ops Novella Book 2) by LS Silverii Page B
Authors: LS Silverii
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of Rougarou’s men that treated him with an ounce of decency.
“Y’all got work to do, I’ll handle these bastards. Kill ’em for America will ya?” Justice’s big body jolted as the brothers tried getting past him to attack STR’s team.
“Thanks,” Hollywood said with a sincere nod.
“Thank you, brother. Nice work on bin Laden—total respect.” Justice gave him a thumbs up and a menacing grin. Hollywood felt a sense of sadness for Justice. The man had fought for his country, yet met the same fucked-over fate he had upon returning home. Justice just refused to allow them to put him in a rectangle. Hollywood studied the cracks in the sidewalk but roused at shouts from Chase and Voodoo who waited in the SUV.
“Call off the gun deal. Just tell the dude it’s off—no questions,” He said to Justice. Hollywood’s gut turned like a pig on the spit. Lucky could negotiate other undercover gun deals but Justice had earned a reprieve from the long arm of the law.
“Will do—total respect, Brother. I got colors waiting for you when you decide the 1% life is best for living free.” Justice winked and turned to face the wrath of his men. Hollywood only hoped they wouldn’t take it out on him.
As he headed for the SUV, the door swung open and the brakes released. Hollywood leapt and landed on the running board before Voodoo yanked him the rest of the way by the collar. Chase made eye contact through the rearview mirror as he blasted the Suburban away from the OMC’s clubhouse.
“What was that about?” he asked without taking his eyes from the reflection.
“Nothing, I asked for directions to Soldier Field.”
“That’d better be all it was.” Chase’s tone harsh and accusing.
Hollywood finally looked away. I hope Lucky gets out alive.
CHAPTER 17
“Showing about forty minutes to touchdown.” Chase estimated once KC had completed punching Bonny’s location into the navigation system. “Probably do it in less.” He smiled as the powerful 5.3 liter, V8 engine’s massive three hundred and fifty-five horsepower chewed up the streets as he hit the main artery to head toward Englewood.
[Where are you?] Bonny texted Voodoo.
“Hey, she just sent this message. What should I tell her?” Voodoo asked.
“Say you’re working.” Rose snapped.
[working u/c deal] Voodoo replied. Her palms were moist and her head ached in a dull throb.
[I called for you. Lawless said you were out]
[Am out. Working u/c deal. Wuz up] Voodoo sensed Bonny knew she was with Hollywood. Everyone assumed Bonny was a dumb blonde, but Voodoo had seen a different side of her.
[Lawless??] Voodoo didn’t mean to respond so quickly, but the mention of Lawless had thrown her off guard. Voodoo shook her head as her body bounced beneath the safety belt. She knew Bonny hadn’t called the Task Force office, because Lawless was still off duty after getting shot by her network of crazies.
[Can I trust you Krystal] Voodoo bit her lip. She knew Bonny never used her real name unless there was something going down.
[Always – friends] Voodoo continued the cat and mouse charade.
“Shit, Chase watch the road,” Hollywood tried to monitor the text-messaging volley between the two women. His body tossed by Chase’s top-speed steering, he tried holding on without buckling up.
“HQ says they got another feed coming from Bonny’s cell. She’s still at South Racine and West Marquette Road. Keep her messaging Voodoo. Doing great girlfriend,” Rose said.
Voodoo snorted and rolled her eyes at Rose’s comment. Condescending bitch. She’d only said it because it benefited the mission.
Hollywood gently squeezed her hand. She glanced to see his exhausted eyes beam at her. They smiled at each other and became lost in the madness of chasing down a band of murdering miscreants. Then the cell shook in Voodoo’s lap. Smiles faded.
[Why u lied. Thought we were girlfriends.]
[We are. I miss u. want u 2 come home]
It turned Voodoo’s stomach
“Y’all got work to do, I’ll handle these bastards. Kill ’em for America will ya?” Justice’s big body jolted as the brothers tried getting past him to attack STR’s team.
“Thanks,” Hollywood said with a sincere nod.
“Thank you, brother. Nice work on bin Laden—total respect.” Justice gave him a thumbs up and a menacing grin. Hollywood felt a sense of sadness for Justice. The man had fought for his country, yet met the same fucked-over fate he had upon returning home. Justice just refused to allow them to put him in a rectangle. Hollywood studied the cracks in the sidewalk but roused at shouts from Chase and Voodoo who waited in the SUV.
“Call off the gun deal. Just tell the dude it’s off—no questions,” He said to Justice. Hollywood’s gut turned like a pig on the spit. Lucky could negotiate other undercover gun deals but Justice had earned a reprieve from the long arm of the law.
“Will do—total respect, Brother. I got colors waiting for you when you decide the 1% life is best for living free.” Justice winked and turned to face the wrath of his men. Hollywood only hoped they wouldn’t take it out on him.
As he headed for the SUV, the door swung open and the brakes released. Hollywood leapt and landed on the running board before Voodoo yanked him the rest of the way by the collar. Chase made eye contact through the rearview mirror as he blasted the Suburban away from the OMC’s clubhouse.
“What was that about?” he asked without taking his eyes from the reflection.
“Nothing, I asked for directions to Soldier Field.”
“That’d better be all it was.” Chase’s tone harsh and accusing.
Hollywood finally looked away. I hope Lucky gets out alive.
CHAPTER 17
“Showing about forty minutes to touchdown.” Chase estimated once KC had completed punching Bonny’s location into the navigation system. “Probably do it in less.” He smiled as the powerful 5.3 liter, V8 engine’s massive three hundred and fifty-five horsepower chewed up the streets as he hit the main artery to head toward Englewood.
[Where are you?] Bonny texted Voodoo.
“Hey, she just sent this message. What should I tell her?” Voodoo asked.
“Say you’re working.” Rose snapped.
[working u/c deal] Voodoo replied. Her palms were moist and her head ached in a dull throb.
[I called for you. Lawless said you were out]
[Am out. Working u/c deal. Wuz up] Voodoo sensed Bonny knew she was with Hollywood. Everyone assumed Bonny was a dumb blonde, but Voodoo had seen a different side of her.
[Lawless??] Voodoo didn’t mean to respond so quickly, but the mention of Lawless had thrown her off guard. Voodoo shook her head as her body bounced beneath the safety belt. She knew Bonny hadn’t called the Task Force office, because Lawless was still off duty after getting shot by her network of crazies.
[Can I trust you Krystal] Voodoo bit her lip. She knew Bonny never used her real name unless there was something going down.
[Always – friends] Voodoo continued the cat and mouse charade.
“Shit, Chase watch the road,” Hollywood tried to monitor the text-messaging volley between the two women. His body tossed by Chase’s top-speed steering, he tried holding on without buckling up.
“HQ says they got another feed coming from Bonny’s cell. She’s still at South Racine and West Marquette Road. Keep her messaging Voodoo. Doing great girlfriend,” Rose said.
Voodoo snorted and rolled her eyes at Rose’s comment. Condescending bitch. She’d only said it because it benefited the mission.
Hollywood gently squeezed her hand. She glanced to see his exhausted eyes beam at her. They smiled at each other and became lost in the madness of chasing down a band of murdering miscreants. Then the cell shook in Voodoo’s lap. Smiles faded.
[Why u lied. Thought we were girlfriends.]
[We are. I miss u. want u 2 come home]
It turned Voodoo’s stomach
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