BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: The Unforgettable Billionaires: The Complete Collection Boxed Set 1-12 (Young Adult Rich Alpha Male Billionaire Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) (22 page)

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“Fuck Callie. How do you do that?”

She smiled that beautiful, sated smile of hers. “I know! It’s like every time I prepared for spectacular and it always surpasses that. Is it me or is it better every single time?”

“It’s not just you Princess. I can say I’ve never had sex quite so satisfying and passionate.”

“You mean it’s not always like this?” I wanted to laugh.

“Fuck no it’s never like this. Not until you.”

She kissed me when she sat up. “Because we’re in love? I’ve never been in love with anyone before and I’ve never had this kind of sex.”

“Honey me either. But if love is all it takes to keep us both coming like this, I think we’ll need to stay better hydrated.” She laughed and kissed my heart, her pussy pumping me again and making me hard. “Callie,” I warned her. If I fucked her again now it would be fast and raw and full of need.

“I know Tag. Me too.”

The phone rang and I picked it up. “Max, what’s up?” I listened and stepped back, pulling out of Callie’s body as I got the news that rocked my world. “Okay. See you soon.”

“What’s up? Is Levi okay, please say he’s okay?”

“I wish I could. A drone strike or unmanned aerial strike that just landed on the building we think Levi and the others were being held hostage.”

“Shit,” Callie said as she rubbed my arm.

Yeah, double shit.

THE END

 

 

 

Fighting With the Bad Boy

 

Bad Boy Billionaire Brothers

 

Book Two

 

 

 

 

 

Violet Walker

Bad Boy Billionaire Brothers: Fighting With the Bad Boy

Chapter One

T
rina Waverly stood before the Howard brothers, their new manager Callie and a few other
Hawkeye
employees in the conference room. She was dressed in her typical uniform of fitted dark jeans and white tank, only today a white eyelet sweater covered it to accommodate the colder Colorado weather. She stood at the head of the table as all eyes turned to her. “Is everyone here?”

“It doesn’t matter, let’s get started.” Max Howard didn’t divert his eyes from the ever present laptop as he spoke.

“Okay. So far what I know is that this region of the Tajhari Mountains,” her hands indicated the terrain map she put on the wall, “is where Levi and the others were being held. At 1700 hours the first drone struck the compound taking out the front section that included the main house and one outbuilding. At 1715 hours the second drone hit and leveled the compound.” She flicked her wrist to change the image on the screen. “This is what the compound looks like now.”

Callie gasped loudly into the silent conference room and Tag slid his chair over to comfort her. Trina showed no emotion even though she felt a pang at the way he comforted his fiancé. Her eyes swept over Max, whose handsome face was distorted in a scowl as he typed and then all eyes turned to Reece when he slammed his fist on the table.

“So what you’re basically telling us,” He pointed an angry finger at Trina, “is that our brother is dead and there’s not a damn thing we can do about it?”

Trina turned her expressionless face to Reece to let him know she was neither scared nor intimidated. For the past six months he had tried his damnedest to intimidate her, second guessing her directives and making snide remarks about the intelligence she gathered. It didn’t seem to matter to him that since their companies merged
Hawkeye
had improved their ability to protect clients thanks to more accurate intel. Nor did it seem to matter that her information had yet to prove incorrect. The room stayed silent as the almost minute long stare down continued. Finally she looked around the room and spoke. “An asset I’ve cultivated for years lives near this compound. This road is the only one that leads back into the province of Tajhari and at least 30 minutes before the first drone landed, 3 nondescript white vans were seen driving into town.” She pulled up a larger aerial image. “As you can see there is nothing between the asset’s home and the compound. Further east is another town about 100 kilometers away. This gives me reason to believe Levi and the other hostages were moved in advance of the strike.” She waited for the objections that would inevitably come. She was prepared.

Reece, of course, was the first to voice his opinion with a few snide words under his breath then he looks at her. “You’re putting a lot of stock in someone who’s just an asset.”

“An asset I’ve cultivated for the past 8 years, yes. I trust him but if that’s not enough for you I’m happy to fly solo. I wouldn’t want you slowing me down anyway.” Trina’s hazel eyes glittered with amusement as others tried to stifle laughter around the table. Shutting down her laptop she looks to Max. “I’ve sent coordinates, video of satellite footage at the time of the strike and I have someone working on patching you in to before and after satellite footage in hopes you can find something that will help us locate Levi and the others.”

Max nodded and gave her a grateful nod. Despite Reece’s problems with Trina, he was glad she was around and he appreciated that locating Levi was her priority. “Thanks.”

With long purposeful strides, Trina left the conference room and went to her office to drop off her hardware. She heard the heavier footfalls trailing behind her and was braced for Reece’s approach.

“If you think you’re going out in the field you’re even crazier than I thought you were.”

She ignored how his large frame took her up the entire doorway and continued about her business. She pushed a panel on the wall to reveal a safe and opened it with her palm print. She pulled out a gun and nestled it into a thigh holster and covered it with a leather jacket that came just above her knees. “You forget one thing Reece,” she finally turned to find his velvety blue gaze taking her in, “I don’t work for you.” She brushed by him and walked the long corridor, slipping inside the elevator before he could respond.

Trina was used to men like Reece, had dealt with them all her professional life. She spent the first six years of her adult life in the Army dealing with men who doubted her because of her gender and her looks. Then she was recruited from the Army to clandestine services and the problem got worse. Apparently men thought a dick was required to shoot a gun, scale a wall or recruit assets. It only mildly bothered her after so many years and a guy like Reece she could easily handle.

Out in the chilly Boulder night Trina walked to the employee parking lot where her 1965 candy apple red Malibu sat wedged between a standard black SUV and a blue van. She scanned the area as was second nature to her and ducked low, walking several aisles over to the Ducati bike she drove nearly everywhere. She hopped on and was soon approaching the cabin she owned overlooking the Flatirons.

She wouldn’t be here long, just enough time to grab her
go bag
and a few weapons before heading to D.C. Something didn’t feel right about these drone strikes, sent when we knew American and allied soldiers were being held hostage there. Trina knew she had to move fast if they stood a chance of getting those boys alive. The sooner she had more intel, the better. She pulled out her phone as she stuffed the bag into her bike seat. “Drummond? Waverly. I’ll need that ride after all.”

 

###

 

Reece had to admit—begrudgingly—that Trina’s evasive skills were more than competent. He had followed her out to the parking lot where she’d given no indication she’d seen him.
Strike one.
Then he watched from the seat of his Aprilia motorcycle as she strode toward her beautiful if completely impractical red Malibu. That car was proof that women weren’t qualified for surveillance or counterintelligence. How could someone who spent her career being under the radar have such a conspicuous vehicle? Reece shook his head in disgust, remembered how often he told both Max and Tag how much of a liability she was. He knew it was only a matter of time before she cost someone their life.

Too bad they had outvoted him.
They
were impressed with her skills and her intelligence gathering capabilities, which was why
they
outvoted him about merging with her company.

It was only when he realized how long he’d been waiting for her to start the engine and drive away that he knew he’d been had. She had slipped away! “Dammit!” He held in a reluctant smile and sped out of the parking lot, hoping to catch up with her.
Even though you have no idea what she’s driving or where she’s going?
He hated that rational inner voice but dammit, it was right. “Call Max,” he prompted into the speaker in his helmet.

He turned down another street as he heard Max’s voice. “What’s up Reece?”

“Yo Max, it seems our little computer geek has evaded me. Any idea where she might be going?”

He wanted to punch his brother through the phone for laughing at him. “I guess
she’s
better than you give her credit for, huh?”

“Dammit Max, just give me some intel.” Max laughed the entire call as he gave up her home address. “Perfect. Thanks.”

“Be careful. Remember she’s got a lot of training that’s still beyond the norm little brother.”

Reece grunted and hung up. Twenty minutes later he was pulling up outside of a plain looking split level house in a cozy neighborhood. He was surprised she’d chosen to live in a family area but he didn’t think too much about it as he eased the lock open and entered her house. Shaking his head Reece shut the door behind him, “For such a security expert her house isn’t all that secure,” he grumbled into the empty silence. Flipping the light on for a better look Reese heard an unnerving sound. “Shit!” He continued to unleash a tirade of profanity as metal shutters lowered over all the windows and the sliding patio door. He heard bolts snick into place from several locations on the door behind him and assumed any other doors would have the same security.
Smartass
, his rational brain taunted him.

He leaned against the wall, shocked. Reece was trapped inside her home and he knew it. He was pretty sure, judging by the painstaking effort that went into her security, she knew it too.

Her phone rang once and stopped. Then it rang twice and stopped. Once more it rang before stopping. “Dammit,” he swore as he walked to the phone knowing who it would be. It rang again and he picked it up.

“Nice try Reece but you underestimate me yet again. Soon you will realize that I am damned good at what I do. Until then get comfortable, I’ll release you after I’ve tended to some business.” She hung up.

Well shit. Double shit.

 

###

 

It was too late when Trina arrived in D.C. to do little more than check in with people she wanted to talk to. Most of her friends and colleagues were just returning home or preparing to leave for another foreign land. So she placed her calls and turned in early.

When she woke up the next morning she met with Giffords who had been right by her side for four of her six years in the desert. He was a steady guy who had a strong sense of duty. If something was off he would know. “Looking good, Giffords.”

He gave her a small smile and stood, “Waverly, civilian life agrees with you.”

She smiled and took her seat. “Thanks Giff. If you ever find yourself out of those greens, give me a call. Now, what can you tell me about these strikes? They seemed to be out of the blue and I can’t figure out why.”

His nod was long, slow and thoughtful. “I’m right with you Waverly. I don’t know what the hell is going on but it stinks to high hell. We all knew the boys had been taken 48 hours before that news went public and we knew who had ’em. Why they ordered the strikes anyway is beyond me.”

She thanked him for his time and spent the afternoon with a few other buddies, some still in service and others doing their own thing. But they all said the same thing Giffords had. The government had deliberately sent missiles to a location they knew American soldiers were being held.
But, why?

Trina put in a call to Blaine, the hacker she employed for all things in the grey legal area. “I need you to find out who was involved in giving the go ahead to strike the Tajhari compound. Who was in the room, what was said and anything else you can find. Thanks.” She kept it short and quick just how she liked and Blaine promised to have intel in 24 hours.

Now that she had a plan of action she was full of energy and movement. She made the decision to drive to the outskirts of D.C. rather than stay at one of the nicer hotels in town. The cheap motels offered Wi-Fi she could easily hijack and secure it without any complaints from the other customers. Rich and important customers would notice no Wi-Fi and they would complain. So she stopped at a diner and loaded up on dinner and breakfast for tomorrow and closed herself in for the night.

She was sitting at her laptop with her dinner to her side, the news playing low in the background researching the soldiers taken. Max already had the names she’d given him and she was working on her two, Levi plus another guy. One of them was the key to why this had happened.

A knock sounded.

Trina stood and reached for the gun always resting on her thigh. She spotted a tall—very tall—and familiar figure on the other side of the door.
Reece.
How the hell did he get out? “What do you want Howard?”

“Open up and find out.
Waverly
.”

She drew a heavy sigh and decided talking to Reece inside her room would draw less attention to them. But having him in her room would wreak havoc on her libido because as much as he annoyed her, he was one fine man and if he wasn’t such an arrogant pig she would let her fantasies loose on him.
Just do it already
. She yanked open the door and grabbed his shirt, pulling him in. “Satisfied?”

“Well if I had known it was that kind of party, I would have brought more condoms.” He laughed at the look of disbelief that crossed her face.

“Why are you here?”

Reece took in those long legs encased in jeans that hugged her muscular thighs and cupped her ass perfectly. Those arms crossed pushed her cleavage up and into his immediate vicinity and those eyes sparking fire made him want to kiss her. “You didn’t really think I’d let you do this by yourself, did you?”

She scoffed. “You can’t
let
me do anything Reece. For the last damn time you are not my boss.” She wanted to punch him as much as she wanted to kiss him. Instead she went back to her laptop and ignored him.

He reclined on her bed and watched for a few minutes. Her nose scrunched up when she was concentrating and he thought it was adorable. But he would never admit that to anyone. Ever. “What are you up to?”

“Working.” She groaned when his deep laugh washed over her, sending chills running up and down her body.

“Care to be more specific?”

“Yeah. I’m trying to find your brother and the others.” She knew she was being a bitch but her options were limited. Talk to him like an annoying colleague or straddle him on the bed and take him deep inside her until they were both too satisfied to walk or talk.
Shit
. She knew she was in trouble. “Why are you here Reece, in my room?”

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