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Dax

It didn’t take us long to settle into the new suite, despite what we’d gone through at the last one. At my strong insistence, I shared the upstairs bedroom with Laura but found myself spending the majority of my nights sleeping on the downstairs couch to avoid the woman who had started to give me fits.

The waiting during a mission had always been the worst part. Add Laura to the mix and my days were turning into endless rounds of torture. I’d survived ten days so far and didn’t know how much longer I’d last.

Despite my personal demons, D and I had managed to build a résumé on our No Face target, Santino Dominquez. I’d have liked to move on DG6 sooner. However, we had to stick to the plan of aligning our mission to take out Santino with the mission in California.

If we took out Santino Dominquez before our friends in California executed their mission, we could inadvertently jeopardize their mission, spooking their multiple targets. Also, our thinking was to take out the whole hive of DG6 leaders on a close timeline. The team in California was larger and prepared to take out Tomas, an original, and his sons Alonso and Fernando.

We’d decoded the storage device that D had pulled from the wallet Laura had lifted. It was information that listed hundreds of businesses that laundered money for DG6. If this type of information ended up with an organization like the FBI, it could result in the kind of damage to DG6 that they wouldn’t be able to recover from. DG6 was a sinking ship as far as I was concerned and accomplishing our missions in Texas and California would solidify their downfall.

“Where are you going?” Laura questioned as she approached and scanned my outfit. At her presence, my nerves tightened like a fist had gripped them. After connecting with the softer side of Laura at the center and spending time around her, she was growing on me like a lovely wild vine.

However, after that day at the center, her attitude toward me seemed to have worsened, and she sought to pluck at my nerves even more than before.

I’d been using the hotel gym nightly. Laura insisted on walking around with those shorts on and although she’d respected my wishes, and wore a bra to bed, it was too late. I’d already seen too much. My urge to bury my dick in her balls deep was becoming unbearable.

I didn’t know if it was because I knew I couldn’t have her or because she wasn’t the least bit attracted to me, but whatever the reason, it had the opposite effect on me. I hid a wicked attraction to her, even though she plucked my last dying nerve.

“I’m sitting here in this chair if you don’t mind,” I confirmed sarcastically, finally answering her question.

“I mean where are you going dressed like that? You look like you’re about to go on a fashion shoot or something,” she expressed, eyeing me up and down. She knew that I dressed well, even when I spent the full day inside the suite. Her aim was to get something started.

D and Beverly had gotten used to our banter and didn’t get involved when we started up.

“I don’t have to be going anywhere to look nice, but thank you for the compliment.” I smiled. “The fact that you think I look like a model is the first of many of your secret compliments that you’ve expressed out loud,” I informed, noticing the moment when my lack of irritation and leading words had dampened her urge to annoy me further.

I’d survived weeks with this woman who did everything in her power to peck my nerves to pieces. Sometimes, she wasn’t aiming to irritate, but she did just the same.

Like now, we were preparing to stake out The Greenbrier Hotel where we’d identified multiple DG6 lower-level targets. Thanks to D keeping a constant spying eye out, we were gathering valuable insight on the hotel.

Ansel and crew in California had set their go-live date for the same night The Greenbrier would have their annual charity event. D had confirmed that Santino Dominquez would be in attendance since he’d sponsored the ball for the last five years.

However good the digital intel was, it was always better to investigate the space we’d be working in, in person. Kind of like casing a bank before you robbed it.

My eyes fell closed, and I prayed. However, “Why can’t I come?” zipped into my ears.

Laura buzzed at my ear like a busy-body bee, and I had the perfect thing to calm her down. If I didn’t think she’d shoot me dead, I’d have just fucked her already.

“How old are you?” Her question coming from left field.

“Twenty-eight. What does my age have to do with anything?”

“In all those years, you haven’t learned when someone is not going to take no for an answer?”

“I suppose twenty-five years isn’t nearly enough time for you to have figured out that when I tell you no, it’s final,” I expressed, glaring at her, and waiting for more of her words to come crashing against my eardrum.

“You’re a damn egomaniac who wants a woman to stay in her place. Pompous ass.” Her jibs didn’t affect me in the way she assumed as I’d started to enjoy the back-and-forth spats we’d been having.

D placed a delicate hand on one of her set shoulders, interrupting the hard glare she’d set on me. He drew her attention before our argument continued. She loved to challenge me, testing to see how far she had to push to get me to lose my cool.

D took his time explaining why she couldn’t go on our recon missions. By the time he was done, she flashed him an appreciative smile and thanked him. She treated him differently than she treated me. Why?

Maybe she treated him better, but I’d been studying her enough to know that she hadn’t given up with her quest to go with one of us on a mission. She stepped away from D and shot me a sharp glare before joining Beverly on the couch.

Laura was all fire and would burn you down to your socks without a second glance. The sight of her now was enough to unravel the gentlemanly ways that had been drilled into me during my upbringing. She was not my type at all, but I’d be damned if she didn’t have my dick trying to climb out of my pants.

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