Raid - By Kristen Ashley Page 0,24
She was a relatively new wife, a new mom, but like her husband, she was a seasoned private investigator and ass kicker.
She was the ballsiest bitch he’d ever met in his life.
He’d liked her immediately.
Sylvie Creed had a baby boy named Jesse who she didn’t like leaving, but she also didn’t like her husband leaving. Further, they strangely, considering both of them were badass, consummate professionals and skilled, really hated being apart in a way you could almost taste how much they hated it.
Therefore, the longer this operation went, the more trips Creed took north, the more impatient Sylvie became.
And she was getting antsy down in Phoenix looking after a kid when she’d prefer to be in Colorado cracking heads with her husband, and she wasn’t all fired up about the fact that Creed got to have all the fun.
“You gonna call this shit in to Knight or you want me to do it?” Raid asked.
“You do it,” Creed answered, then his lips twitched. “You gonna wait until tomorrow to lay into your new babe for jacking up our action or are you headin’ there now?”
“She overheard me talkin’. We didn’t say much. She has no clue about the operation.”
Creed smiled. “So you gonna wait until tomorrow to lay your new babe or are you headin’ there now?”
Oh, he was heading there now.
It was fucking uncool she overheard him, came to the table, lied her ass off then pulled that tease shit at her house—whatever the fuck that was about—and called the Sherriff.
He had no idea what was in her head.
He was fucking going to find out.
Then he was going to drag her ass to her bedroom, which he hoped to God was as appealing as the porch and foyer of her house, and then “lay his new babe”.
Thoroughly.
She deserved a spanking for this shit.
But they were new. He had to break her into that.
Raid didn’t answer Creed’s question.
Instead, he asked, “You headin’ to DIA now?”
“Hotel, book a flight, then I’m out.”
“I’ll call it in to Knight, then I’m goin’ to Hanna’s. I’ll update you if we get a new lead and we need you or Sylvie to come back up. Though, advice. I’d throw your wife a bone. Knight says she’s threatening, we don’t find this asshole, then she’s gonna come up and do it on her own so she can stop livin’ the life of a woman without her baby daddy.”
“Right,” Creed grunted, his lips curved up.
“Later,” Raid said.
“Later,” Creed replied.
Raid threw open the door and knifed out. He walked the three blocks to his Jeep, swung in and headed to Hanna’s house.
He did this trying to control his temper, and insanely, he did that by thinking about Hanna.
And he did this because, for weeks, he couldn’t get her out of his head.
And this was because, over the last week and a half, he’d come to understand Hanna Boudreaux was his reward.
He’d thought it the second he saw her in front of Bodhi’s bike shop, looking adorable, jumping around on those long, tanned legs, clapping and crying out excitedly wearing short-shorts and a little white top.
He’d suspected it when she crawled around gathering cat food tins, that sweet ass of hers in the air, making him fight his dick getting hard and giving him ideas for their future.
It came clearer when it just plain came clear that she was one of those women that needed a man. Taking care of her grandmother on her own. Paying her mortgage by knitting fucking afghans. Getting fucked over at a car dealership. Getting taken by her friends.
But he knew it the minute she timidly tossed her afghans over the back of her grandmother’s porch chair and smoothed her hand down the soft wool, yards of nothing that, at her hands, looked like everything. Home. Warmth. Comfort. Nurture. Love.
And if he didn’t know it then, it was cemented when she opened that mouth of hers under his and let him take everything he wanted.
His reward for his sweat.
His blood.
Their blood.
His goddamned nightmares.
Other than visits to his mother and sister, he had no idea that when he came back to Willow—something he never intended to do—that he’d find it there.
Her there.
What he’d earned.
What was his.
What he knew was months ago they’d traced the shipments to Bodhi and his girlfriend in Raid’s own damned town.
That was why Knight had called him in.
That was why Raid came home.
They never got a lock on the supplier. He always sent his minions with the dope, but Bodhi