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A couple of minutes later, Wes came back in and sat on the bed. His face is deadly serious. “Rachelle.”

“Are you really going back to this one-night shit?” I felt like a cold bucket of water was dumped over my head.

“No, but the team is getting ready to go. They are going to discuss strategy.”

“Go.” This was his job. “I promise I won't run off.”

My body felt like Jell-O. “I might go home, change and shower.”

Wes hesitated, “you should stay here.”

I nodded, “I’ll take the doctor's advice. You need to go save the world.”

Wes placed a kiss on my lips before and pulled back. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” Then he turned and walked out leaving me speechless.

CHAPTER14

Wes

“Hold.”Brock’s voice came through the comm. Mia was at my side. We were behind one of the large shipping containers. Milton was on the end of the dock with Roxy in a cage.

We’d spent an hour trying to figure out another way to infiltrate the shipment. Nobody wanted to put Roxy in the position, but she stepped forward and said she wanted to help.

Bentley talked to her for a long time, but she wouldn’t change her mind. She insisted this was what she wanted.

“Something feels wrong,” Mia whispered next to me.

Sweat dripped down my forehead. Even at the dead of night, it was hot as fuck in Florida. It didn’t help I had body armor on. “She has a tracker.”

Paxton slipped a rice size tracker under her skin. The plastic surgeon said a few of his clients had requested them. The one thing I didn’t like was the program the tracker was connected to. Brock hacked the little chip and put her on his private network.

A large van pulled up and blocked our view of the trade-off. The back doors came open, and two men with automatic guns strapped to their chests stepped out. They worked to unload seven cages.

“We got them. FBI is moving in.” My hand gripped around the butt of the gun. One wrong move by anyone, Mia and I would head in.

Another van pulled up, and Milton made the signal for the transfer. FBI agents rushed the area with guns drawn. My eyes were on Milton. He always only looked out for himself. During the interrogation, he made Elise sound like the person who orchestrated everything.

Milton always thought four plays ahead. No way would he want to go to jail. I knew he was working another angle.

A blinding light filled the area. My night googles employed the light from the flashbang. Before I had time to register what the hell happened, a second one sounded.

“Fuck.” Brock’s voice came over the comm. “You were right. Milton has help. Mia, two men to the far right.”

“I’m going to take them out,” Mia stated as she pulled the gun off her back.

“No,” Brock said. “This is the FBI’s show. You can’t shoot them.”

Mia eyed the direction, “But I can disarm them.” She took off running through the containers.

My eyes went back to the scene. Roxy was gone. The cage she had was open, but she wasn’t near the place I spotted her previously. “Where is Roxy’s tracker?” I asked Brock.

“She’s on the dock.”

“Fuck.” I surveyed the area and tried to think about the path Milton would take. In the distance, I saw headlights, but they were too far from me. “Brock check video footage from the far-right dock. I want to know how the fuck he knew she had a tracker.”

“I’m scanning the area. Get back to the port and assist with the women. We need to see if Greta is with them.”

“We need to find her,” I stated the obvious as I jogged back to the port. FBI agents held the men who were part of the Vittorio Mafia. Scarlet stood in the center directing agents.

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