Page 235 of Bossy Hero

Better him than me. No fucking way you’d ever catch me up on one of those things.

The first of the berths we’re watching has had a ship in port since yesterday. It’s partially loaded, but we don’t see anyone on board at this hour. According to our intel, loading should recommence any minute now, which explains why we’re seeing some movement at the dock.

The second berth is still empty but should be filled within the hour when the next ship arrives. No sign of personnel there yet.

I’ve got my eye out for the dockmaster. He’s on Lenkov’s payroll and will no doubt be involved.

Mia cracks her mic. “Team, be advised the Miami team is seeing action. They’re returning fire.”

My pulse spikes, and I lengthen my spine. “Roger that.”

As tempted as I am to ask to be plugged into the comm link for the Miami op, it’s too risky. I’d be distracted.

However, waiting with my dick in my hand while my team is taking fire is abrading my insides.

My gaze catches on a drone flying overhead.

Jonesy hails me at the same time. “Boss, you seeing this drone?”

“Copy. HQ, we have visual of a drone, traveling to the east, approximately?—”

“I see it,” Mia interjects. “Stand by.”

After a long pause, she returns to the comms. “Port authority says it’s one of theirs, doing routine sweeps.”

“Get it the fuck out of here. If we can see it, so can Lenkov’s people. They might think it’s ours.”

“Already told them, Boss.”

Approximately forty-five seconds later, the drone bugs out. About fucking time.

Bigsby set us up with a port security contact he trusted, which helped us get in place. While much appreciated, I don’t need them to compromise the mission because they’re trying to help while lacking the skills.

Unable to bite my tongue, I ask, “How is the other team doing?”

“No casualties or injuries on our side. Gunfire has ceased.” There’s a hint of excitement in Mia’s tone. “They hit the mother load, Boss. A fuck ton of drugs and guns. So far, two large shipping containers loaded with cocaine and heroin. They didn’t even bother to try to conceal it in other products. Must have thought no one would pop open a single boxcar.”

“Hell yes,” Jonesy booms. “Let’s fucking go.”

While continuing to survey the gate and terminal, I ask, “That’s good. How were they moving the guns?”

“Looks like they were using a fleet of hollowed-out vehicles stuffed with weapons and ammunitions.”

“That was going on the auto carrier, wasn’t it?”

“That’s a big ten-four, Boss.”

“Fuck yes.” I pump my fist. “Anything else?”

“Went down like clockwork. Salgado already called all the appropriate LEOs to arrest the smugglers we’ve detained. Our team is working with the port authority to check the containers that were already moved onto the ship with the drugs.”

“Excellent work,” I rasp, my raucous emotions overpowering my speaking ability.

“Stay vigilant out there,” Mia warns before going silent once more.

I rest my back against the hard metal shipping container, taking a moment to relish the victory.

Fuck, that feels good.

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