Page 239 of Bossy Hero

Once we pass the sixth slip, I kneel behind a large white supply box bolted to the dock. Now that we have a closer view, we should reassess our approach.

Like a fucking dipshit, Patterson doesn’t stop when I do.

Under my breath, I grit out, “Fucking hell.”

After giving our path a quick check, I proceed to the next slip. Fortunately, Patterson stops behind a tall piling. There’s no way we’re hidden from view down here. The yacht towers over us, and it’s broad fucking daylight.

I trail my gaze around the curve of the piling, catching sight of the platform Mia pointed out. Nobody is guarding it, which makes my gut twitch.

Why aren’t they securing an entrance?

I glance to the right, catching several of Lenkov’s men grouped near where they’re rolling in the second gangway.Aw shit.There’s officially only one way onto the yacht now. The back. Or whatever Mia fucking called it.

Our infil pointseemsunmanned, which should be a good sign. It doesn’t feel that way, though.

Patterson meets my eyes, then sweeps his fingers toward the rear of the ship. He raises his brows in silent question.

Keeping my volume low, I ask, “Aaron, where are you?”

“I have visual on the marina entrance. Forty-five seconds.”

Addressing Patterson, I whisper, “They’re less than a minute out. Here’s the plan. On my go, we’ll advance closer to the vessel. You crouch behind the white box at the edge of the dock. I’ll take the one on the left. We’ll wait there as long as we can. If the boat starts to leave, we’ll jump on it at the last minute. Otherwise, we wait for my team.”

“We need to get Katia and the baby out. I promised Bigsby.”

“Where’s his fucking SWAT team then?”

“This isn’t CPD jurisdiction. That’s why I haven’t gotten regular updates on when they’ll be here.”

I roll my eyes. “Mia, do you have anything else for me before we rush this fucking yacht?”

“Sorry, Boss. Klein’s piloting a drone your way. If Lenkov leaves, we’ll follow him. Aaron’s team is fifteen seconds to the marina entrance, so it might be another minute before he can get down to you. As for the yacht, all the moor lines are rolled in and the engine’s been running this whole time. He could leave any second. I don’t know what to tell you. It’s your call.”

It’salwaysmy fucking call.

So damn tired of this shit.

I don’t want to get onthisyacht with Patterson. I want to be on my boat with Maddie. Nobody else. No decisions. No schedules to make. No emails to reply to. No budget to review. No lives to save.

But I can’t do any of that because Lenkov decided to assault Lettie and shoot Maddie.

And hurt countless others.

Fuck it.

He’s not getting away with this.

“We go on two,” I tell him.

Deep breath.

“One. Two.”

Chapter44

Welcome aboard the USS Suckass

Big Al

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