trip with Jack and Will. The Saudi Princess was determined to prove to others that she was more than her money or title but in the process was causing a significant headache for Liam who’d been stuck with her initial detail and current protection plan.
Usually, that would go to Blake, but it seemed the Princess would only deal with Liam, even though they seemed to hate each other. Ah well, not his monkeys, not his circus. As long as he was ready when Gunner came calling, he was happy.
The afternoon at the firing range had relaxed him. Target practice always relaxed him, ever since he’d first held a gun in his hand when he was nine years old. Probably the only thing his old man had ever done for him was to take him out into the woods one weekend and teach him to shoot.
Sliding the shower door open, Reid stepped out of the shower at his home and looked in the mirror. His entire body was covered in tattoos from his throat to his feet. Both his arms had full sleeves of tribal ink, his chest had the words trust and honour over the image of an American Bald eagle in flight, his throat was covered in open angel wings on either side with a dagger dripping blood down the middle over his Adam’s apple.
He’d been itching to get more work done on the left side of his ribs but couldn’t settle on a design. Dismissing the thought, he combed his longer on top hair back from his forehead and sprayed on some deodorant before shoving his arms into a black t-shirt and slipping it over his head. Pushing his legs into black jeans, he tagged a belt, his phone, wallet, and keys and was out the door.
His apartment, or as the locals called it a flat, was an easy walk into town, and one he didn’t mind. It’s second advantage was that it was close to the river. He didn’t know what it was about the water that appealed to him, but he always found himself gravitating towards it. It was why he’d specialised in the maritime section of the HRT field of operators.
His BUDS training with the SEAL teams had been one of his favourite rotations when he was on the job. Working drove Reid, it always had. When his friends had been out tagging as much ass as they could, he’d been home with his mom and sisters or studying with Clay.
Clay—that reminded him, he needed to call him back. When they’d been in the US with Blake and Pax over the summer, Clay had asked for a favour. Clay’s little sister Callie was going to be working in London in September and Clay wanted Reid to check up on her. She had seemed off apparently, and Clay was worried.
Callie had to be around twenty-six now. He wasn’t sure exactly what she did, just that she travelled a lot. Despite having different mothers, Clay and Callie were close. She’d never visited Clay at his home though, so Reid had only met her when she’d been around five or six, and then only for a minute or two.
Stepping into the dark décor of Rasbari, he looked around for his friends and saw them sitting in the corner facing the door. All of them had the ingrained instinct to look for an exit in any room and to never leave themselves open to an attack from behind.
The pretty hostess looked him over, taking her time. Reid enjoyed the slow perusal of him from head to toe.
“How may I help you?” The question was simple, but the suggestion in it was anything but.
Reid gave her the once over. She was pretty, with dark hair, dark eyes, curves to die for, and a pouty mouth that would look good wrapped around his dick.
Reid leaned forward and rested his arms on the small hostess stand. “Well, isn’t that a leading question, darlin.” He exaggerated his accent and watched as the woman’s eyes darkened to almost black with desire. He might let her warm his bed later, he’d see how he felt. He didn’t consider himself conceited, but he could have just about any tail he wanted.
Not because he was American and they creamed their panties for his accent or because they found him irresistible, but because he had a bad boy vibe about him that women the world over wanted in their beds. He had the deadly and dangerous edge that