Page 127 of Commander in Briefs

I pick up right where we left off. “I asked Hayes to set up security cameras around the perimeter and inside the house. No one will get to her here. Ever, again.”

“And if he does come back around here taking fucking pictures or worse?” he asks, his eyes pinched worriedly at the corners.

“Well, then we’ll defend our home. At least we will be better prepared and more vigilant over security now that we know he knows where we live and is watching us.”

Theo’s lips purse in agreement but it’s apparent that worry still clouds his every thought. Mine, too, but we have to be smart about this. Lou isn’t an idiot, and with the sheriff in his pocket, I worry he may make trouble for us. Especially because Hayes already has a criminal record.

“Try not to worry. I’ll never let anything happen to her.” My promise does nothing to stop the lip biting he has going on but it’s the truth. I’ll never let Lou get close to her again. That’s a fucking fact.

“What if I send Thor down to keep an extra eye on her?”

I’m already shaking my head before Theo can finish his sentence. “He’ll just be in the way. The guys and I can protect her. Once I can get ahold of my guy and the FBI get involved, then it won’t be long before they can take Lou down.” I release a frustrated sigh at having to not only convince Theo of this plan but Lawson as well. Sliding down into a crouch, my fucking legs ache from all the running I’ve been doing as of late. Theo isn’t the only one who’s been worried sick.

Flashes of a bloodied Commander taunt me as I try to concentrate on a strategy that will work for all of us. Knowing Theo, he will fake an injury of some sort and stay here, which will alarm Ans. I have to think of a way to keep him content with her safety and at work.

“I’ll take her with me,” he says, already nodding his head in approval.

My eyebrows raise. “With you where?”

“Back to Washington. I’m due back Friday. We can stay for the weekend, give you guys time to alert the FBI and or kill this son of a bitch. Money can buy silence and acid to get rid of the remains. Just text me, ‘The dick is down’ and I’ll know to let my guy know we need some science experiment materials for the hospital.” He gives me a wink that I’m not so sure is a joke.

“Sometimes, Theo, you scare me.”

He grins, completely proud that he has skills that can help contribute to Lou’s murder should we be so inclined to off him while he throws a no-hitter over the weekend. The comment is so insane that I can’t do anything but blink as he chuckles, popping another piece of gum in his mouth.

“So, whadda ya say? You cool with me taking her to Washington?”

As much as I would like to argue and keep her with me, I think he’s right. She’ll be safer with him in Washington. “Will Thor be there to watch over her when you’re on the field?”

He nods, not paying attention anymore. I guess there isn’t anything more to discuss. We have a plan. He’ll keep her safe and we’ll contact the FBI and… well, I don’t know what we’ll do after that. Murdering Lou does sound like a solid idea, but I’ll sleep on it and see how I feel tomorrow. I’m joking. Kind of.

“Fine,” I agree, taking a step back. “I’m going to head back to the house. I have a bone to pick with Anniston about this dog bullshit. How exactly did y’all manage to get it, again?”

Theo backs away with a mischievous smile. “Gotta go, Major Douche, I need to be ready for my game.”

He sprints off with a laugh as I fight the urge to go after him.

One good hit. That’s all it would take.

The house is buzzing with noise when I return.

“Sit, Killer. Good, girl!” Anniston and Mason are sitting Indian style on the rug, Killer poised in front of them. Anniston is giving the orders. “Now, speak.”

Immediately, ferocious barks ring out.

“Good girl!”

I grab a seat in the nearby recliner, watching in awe as she commands yet another being in this house.

“Commander!” Hayes comes down the stairs two at a time, excitement in his eyes. “Commander, I need the car.”

Anniston and I both glare at him suspiciously. Last time he used the car, we found cum on the seats. Yes, you read correctly. Cum. His ass was scrubbing that shit off with his toothbrush.

“For what, Sergeant Hayes?” Anniston scratches behind Killer’s ears as she waits for an answer.

“Uh…” Hayes looks at me and when he sees I’m leery as well, he turns and levels Anniston with a serious face. “It’s that time of the month, ma’am.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

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