Page 43 of Exhale
“Yup. And I’m sure we can find something for you, too.”
Owen opened the screen door and unlocked the front door before shoving it wide open.
The place was big, bigger than it looked from the outside. The front area opened up into a massive living room that was big and bright with the sun shining through the wall of windows at the back.
Jordan loved it at first sight.
“You can use the spare room to shower. Throw your clothes in the washer with mine and we’ll do a quick load.”
“Do we have time for that?”
“Yeah, I got a text from Ace. He’s gathering the troops and will be mustering near the warehouse district tonight, just after dark, so we’ve got time.”
“Okay.”
Owen showed Jordan the spare room and then left him. Jordan stripped off his clothes, grabbed a towel from the rack in the bathroom, and headed to the laundry room to throw his clothes in the washer and start the load going.
Then, he walked down the hall to the master bedroom. On silent feet, he entered and headed into the bathroom. It was almost as huge as the living room. A hot tub sat against one wall with a large picture window facing the gardens, dual sinks along with a bathtub sat against the other wall, and the walk-in shower could have fit five.
Steam was rising, and Jordan opened the door and stepped inside.
Owen blinked his eyes open and brushed the water off his face, combing his dark hair back and away from his forehead. Tattoos littered the man’s skin. He’d seen them on Owen’s arms and peeking out of the collars of his shirts, but he hadn’t known until they’d made love the extent of the ink.
Oh, he’d looked his fill that night they’d made love, but now he traced his hands over the ones he hadn’t mapped with his mouth.
“Jordan,” Owen groaned, his hands on his forearms gripping tightly. His name was moaned as he was pulled in for a long, slow kiss.
“I got an idea,” Jordan husked, sinking to his knees.
A while later, both of them were sated. The exchange of blow jobs had been satisfying and very much needed.
Later that night, he and Jordan came up on the men of Pegasus beneath the clear night sky filled with scattered stars.
Large dark vehicles were parked about three blocks from the factory that Billy Danner ran his operation out of.
It didn’t surprise Owen that Ace had called in additional members of Pegasus to assist, and had them bring their tactical vehicles stocked with weapons, ammo, and gear. The former SecDef had made sure they were always fully decked out.
The group of heavily armed Pegasus operatives were clustered around one of the dark Suburbans. They were big, beefy, and dressed for war, and Owen was fiercely glad for the help.
SWAT, FBI, the DEA, and various agencies were present. They all wanted in on the bust and credit, if possible.
Owen didn’t give a shit, they could take the credit as long as his sons were found. Pegasus did all of their work behind the scenes, so it wasn’t like they were aiming for recognition anyway.
Jordan touched his arm, drawing his attention to the other units clustered in the area.
Detective Knoll was there and lifted a hand to greet them, but didn’t approach. The man stood with his partner, Preston, along with the other members of the Phoenix Police.
Eagle lifted a hand to him and Jordan when they approached, and Link slung an arm around Jordan’s shoulders. Jordan and Link were tight and had known each other for years.
Owen smiled indulgently. He wasn’t too jealous because Link and Eagle were a couple. The pair of former Army Special Forces soldiers had been part of a small covert military unit known as Fury before joining Pegasus.
Owen had heard the stories. Separate, Link and Eagle were unmatched, but together…they were unstoppable.
Ace had an iPad resting on the hood of the vehicle and was hunched over it. His brother pointed out something to the team, who were all gathered around.
“What’s the plan?” Owen asked.
“Go in, get your kids, and kill anyone in our way,” Link said.
