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In other words, he went in, kicked the ass of anyone who posed a threat, then sent the signal that the rest could enter without dying. Awesome. This wasn’t going to be stressful at all.

Benoit pointed to Lachlan’s screen. “They’re approaching the front entrance now.”

“Everyone in place?” Lachlan’s voice came over the mic clearly.

“Affirmative,” Shep responded as they moved into position at the back entrance of the warehouse. “Two security guards as expected, you?”

“Same.” Lachlan shifted, the two men he was talking about appearing on the screen. “Nonlethal in three,” he grumbled,his annoyance at that order clear as he started the countdown. “Three… Two… One.”

A softpop popsounded through the mic, and the security guards on both Lachlan and Shep’s feed dropped to the ground.

“Clear,” Shep confirmed.

“Clear. Continue to the door,” Lachlan said. “Wait for my next order.”

I sat riveted to the screen, just as Benoit had said he would be, as the teams moved through the shadows as though they were part of them. When they got to the entrance and Lachlan looked down at the men, I noticed they were still breathing.

“So, nonlethal means what, exactly?”

“Basically being struck by lightning.”

“Oh…”

I glanced up just in time to see Alessio had moved to the front of Team Lachlan, getting all kinds of excited when he pulled out my key card.

See?I was helping in some way.

Alessio swiped the card through the reader by the door, and when the light flashed green he whispered, “Bingo.”

He shifted back behind King, him and Lachlan flanking their leader like the loyal guards they were, as Lachlan reached for the door. He gently pushed down on the handle, making sure to keep quiet, and as he slipped in through the door and it shut behind him, I sucked in a breath.

He was alone now. That shouldn’t have worried me—I’d seen him fight off armed men with nothing more than his bare hands. But as he crept behind a row of shelves and his camera picked up a group of men standing around a table covered with boxes, I felt a lump in the back of my throat.

There had to be at least a dozen of them—some opening and unpacking the boxes, laying out bags of pills that others were counting and dividing into smaller packets, and I wasn’t naïveenough to think they were doing all that without some kind of weapons on hand.

Shit.Why had he gone in alone again?

Benoit held a mic up to his mouth and said, “Looks like close to fifteen in house, all centered in the room. Lachlan has eyes on the product, but not the target.”

“Yet,” Lachlan added.

He moved farther down the row, the camera picking up dusty boxes with old boat parts and fishing tackle as he moved, trying to get a better view.

I held my breath as a familiar head of black hair came into view, standing off to the side with his gaze on his phone. Mick typed away, letting his crew handle the work, and I could almost hear the dark glee in Lachlan’s voice as he said, “Motherfucking target in view. He’s mine.”

From outside the warehouse, King said, “Remember—nonlethal.”

A grunt could barely be heard, but it clearly came from Lachlan.

“Ready to initiate countdown?” Benoit asked, and Lachlan gave a thumbs-up, followed by his middle finger. Benoit rolled his eyes. “Classy. Team one?”

“We’re a go,” King said.

“Team two?”

“Ready for your count.” It was Shep who answered, a fact that was still blowing my mind. If the rest of America knew their golden boy was moonlighting by performing drug busts, they’d never believe it. Hell, I was watching it and still couldn’t.

Benoit began the count, and when he hit one and both teams burst into the warehouse, I uncapped my pen but didn’t take my eyes off the screen.

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