Page 1 of Stealth Mission

Chapter One

It’s a bank robbery for fuck’s sake. And here I am in my head.

Instead of giving all my attention to the black sedan idling in front of Banco de Karma, I’m alarmed over the swarm of noise inside my head that feels a lot like…jealousy.

Impossible. I’m not jealous of my team leader’s relationship.

I’m not.I don’t do jealous. I do angry. That’s it. One emotion.

Things are a lot simpler like that.

But Beast said he had to call me back. And I know that’s because he was with his girl. A fact that puts the heavy sensation in the pit of my gut.

I don’t like it. Being distracted will get you killed in this line of work.

I scrub one hand over my face as I clutch my phone with the other. “You’re working, asshole.”

God, I’m asking to myself now? Clearly, I’m not right.

After giving myself a mental shake, I continue watching the car as I consider my options.

Try to intervene and possibly catch the people that might have the missing woman?

Or keep a low profile and see if I can tail them to where they might be holding her?

If they are holding her.

And then there’s the issue of the innocent people in harm's way in the bank building.

Fucking dilemma. I don’t like it one bit. But being part of a team means no wild West solo bullshit allowed. Yet, sitting on my hands while this goes down feels like I’m rubbing barbed wire against my skin.

I growl and pace back and forth on the sidewalk.

Beast needs to call me back soon. Like now.

When my phone rings, I don’t even give him time to say a word. “There’s a situation in Karma.”

He must have me on speaker because his woman—the newest member of our team—speaks first. “Evan, is that the good kind of situation or the bad kind?”

As I open my mouth to explain what I see, my words die, and the world comes into razor-sharp focus. Definitely not in my head now.

The bank door catches a ray of light as it swings closed. Two men, armed and wearing face masks, scramble for the car.

Fuck it. I’m right here.

I’m not letting these assholes get away with robbing this little town’s bank, and I’m not letting the car that’s part of our case just speed away.

Without hesitation, I snag my pistol from the holster against my lower back, take aim, and fire at the tires.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Total wild West move.

My shots echo along the rows of businesses. The car careens out of sight unscathed.

Dammit.I missed.

A bitter taste hits my mouth. There’s no way I can follow them—my truck is at the other end of town locked up tight in the hotel parking lot.

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