Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - SWAT Team Two and Miss Robin Hood [The Men of Five-0 #2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (13 page)

She ran as fast as she could and toward the block where her car was. A quick glance over her shoulder and she saw the SWAT team vehicle and the sound of gunfire. She nearly cried out in terror, almost losing her breath from the fear that grasped her heart.

She was too close for comfort, too, and prayed she wouldn’t get caught. What if it were the brothers? What would they do if they caught her?

The sounds of gunfire continued to echo nearby. She heard numerous sirens as more police cruisers came onto the scene just yards from where she stood. Her mouth suddenly became too dry to swallow. Her heart pounded against her chest with fear. If she got caught, everyone she cared for would suffer. Celine would wind up in jail, the babies in foster care, and her own kids would suffer immensely. They couldn’t handle losing another loved one. Melissa saw her car and jumped inside just as a police car came up the same avenue. She ducked down low.

They paid no attention to her and thankfully she got out of there.

* * * *

Melissa separated the money and hid it in Celine’s apartment. She called her and told her where it was and what to do tomorrow morning. She signed a deposit slip for the checking account. That way Celine would have the money available and show the bank that she was able to pay off the debt. When Melissa had the opportunity, she would pay that little bank weasel a visit and set his ass straight. If things went well, then Celine would have a large bank account in no time. The kids would be safe, and Celine could calm down so she could straighten out her life.

She took a quick shower, changed her clothes, and placed the stuff she wore to Paul’s back on then headed out to her car.

* * * *

Logan was stationed inside the command center. They had planned this raid for two weeks. Once the informant explained to the lieutenant where this small meth lab was located, they knew it would be a big hit to Bret and his operation. Logan, Sunny, Frankie, Vince, and Jake were looking forward to taking Bret and the others down, especially after what Bret had tried with Melissa. When Simon Burrow called him a couple of hours ago and mentioned Melissa’s possible involvement with information on Bret, he and his brothers were pissed off. They were willing to give up this raid to team three and head after Melissa. But Burrow talked them out of it. He informed them that she was heading home for the night and where she had been. They were relieved that she was okay but unhappy that she hadn’t contacted them.

In an instant, his brothers had the door slammed down and the place filled with smoke bombs and fake explosions. The shock-and-awe approach always worked in these types of situations.

Twenty minutes later and they had forty-two men and women under arrest and a successful raid accomplished.

As they did a sweep of the surrounding buildings, Jake notified Logan through his headset that he found someone.

“I got one drugged out asshole in cuffs. He’s flying high and carrying on about money missing and being a dead man.”

“Do you recognize him?” Logan asked.

“No, but that’s the least of my worries. He’s a skull head.”

“Then what’s the problem? Just bring him in.”

“The main problem is that I smell our mate,” Jake stated through what sounded like clenched teeth.

Logan’s own temper began to rise.

“On him?” Frankie asked, joining the conversation and sounding about ready to roar.

“No. But she was here. I found a bracelet, too. It smells like her. It’s hers.”

“What the fuck was she doing there?”

“I think we need to bring her in, Logan. Burrow could be onto something. She’s a potential suspect. She could be involved with all of this,” Jake said.

Logan felt his brothers’ emotions. They were all angry, concerned, and wondered if their mate was involved with drug dealing and with Bret.

“Give the skull to one of the patrol officers and get back here. Our job is done, and we need to find Melissa,” Logan stated, and they all hurried back to the truck.

* * * *

Melissa was exhausted as she jumped into the car to head back home. She was slowly starting to relax. It was done. She made it, and now Celine would be fine. The babies would have their mother, and Melissa would be finished with doing hits on the bad guys. She had written out four separate deposit slips and precise plans for Celine to follow to break down the money so there would be no way of tracing it. She hoped Celine could handle it.

She pulled her car into the parking spot and turned off the ignition. As she exited her car, she heard a sound, and in an instant her body was pressed against the car and her legs spread.

“Put your hands on the vehicle and spread your legs!” Jake ordered, pressing his thick, hard body against her back, forcing her legs open and her hands up against the metal of the car.

“What’s going on? What did I do?” she asked, her cracking voice giving away her instant fear. She was terrified. They caught her. They knew what she did.

He frisked her, being thorough as he pressed under her breasts to the metal wire, then between her legs and against her pussy and inner thighs.

Holy shit, she was panting, and did she just moan?

“Is she clean?” a voice asked, and she tried to turn to see who it was, but Frankie held her hair and pressed his face against her cheek. He inhaled then whispered.

“I think further investigation is needed, sir,” he responded, like some trained soldier taking a command from his leader. She wasn’t frightened, in fact she was utterly turned on by their power and control. She was guilty, but they had yet to explain why they were arresting her. As intimidating and turned on as she was, she needed to remain in control here.

She saw Jake as he quickly searched her vehicle. She was smarter than that. She wouldn’t leave any evidence or money in her car, especially since she knew that Chico marked his money and that maybe Bret did the same.

Swiftly Frankie placed her hands behind her back and cuffed her. The cool, hard metal wasn’t so foreign to her. It brought back unhappy thoughts as she felt the tears roll down her cheeks. She was shocked at her own body’s unconscious reaction.

“Please don’t hurt me. I’ll cooperate,” she begged as Frankie turned her toward him. She saw the gleam in his eye as well as a hint of compassion. She hoped that’s what it was.

“No can do. We’re taking you in. We’re getting to the bottom of this.”

Chapter 9

They placed her into the black vehicle that looked like a combination of a van and a truck. As Frankie lifted her up, Vince took her from him as if she weighed nothing at all.

He gave her a disappointed and angry look, so she put her head down as he placed her on a seat. Vince strapped her, being sure to be gentle as he caressed her arms and rechecked her handcuffs, making sure that they weren’t too snug, then he took a seat beside her. The others were there. She felt them and somehow knew they were all watching her.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked as she slowly lifted her head up. The interior was dark. She could hardly see their faces, but she did see their eyes. Three sets of gold watched her, and an eerie feeling filled her heart.

They were silent, and it bothered her so much to think that they hated her or were disgusted with her. They were strangers. They were men she was sexually attracted to, but she hadn’t given in to their lustful pursuit. At least Celine had the children and they had enough money if Melissa went to jail. She sighed as she thought about what these men were going to do. If she kept her mouth shut, they would never find out about the hits.

A while later, just as she started to wonder why they weren’t at one of the precincts where they could book her then question her before sending her to a cell for the night, Sunny spoke.

“This is how it is going to go down, little dancer. We’re going to get to the bottom of all this secrecy, and you are going to answer all of our questions. If you lie, if you keep anything from us, there’ll be punishments. Do you understand?”

She heard the authority and determination in his voice and knew she wouldn’t stand a chance with these men. They were more than men. They were wolves that could kill her in a snap.

She nodded just as the vehicle came to a halt.

* * * *

Logan pulled the vehicle into the garage and turned off the lights. This building was separate from their home. It stood a few hundred feet away from the main house.

This was where they worked on their training, developed and improved their weapons, and mentally prepared for the various missions they were sent on for the government.

One look at Melissa and the tight, sexy outfit she wore to work at Paul’s place made Sunny’s dick hard. He thought there could be better ways to get the truth from Melissa besides talking. Like maybe a good old-fashioned ass spanking. It was a possibility, considering she wore a short black miniskirt that showed off her luscious ass, but then there was also the midriff-cut top that revealed her perfect abs. That was enough to send him over the edge. Add in the handcuffs and yeah, he wanted to bend her over the workbench and fuck the truth out of her. But then there was the fact that Melissa was their mate. His wolf wanted to protect her, love her, and keep her safe. What better way than to find out what she was involved in and how deep. If it turned out that she in fact was selling drugs, he and his brothers would have a lot to figure out.

He watched as Logan pressed her body into a folding chair then turned on the bright overhanging light.

He leaned on the table directly in front of her and stared at her.

“Where were you tonight?”

They watched her swallow hard then blink her eyes. Those beautiful, brown doe eyes looked so sad and frightened, but they had to do this.

“What?’

“You heard him, now answer!” Frankie yelled at her, making her adjust her ass in the seat. The skirt was so tight Sunny could practically see all the way up it. That’s when Melissa crossed her legs. How could she be so ladylike when she wore such a “fuck-me” outfit?

“I was working at a new place for a guy named Paul.”

Logan eyed her body, and when she inhaled, her breasts pressed forward, and the men stared directly at them Her nipples hardened. Was their little dancer getting turned on from being restrained? Interesting.

“What kind of work?”

“Bartending, nothing more,” she replied with just a hint of attitude.

“What time did you leave there?”

She hesitated, and they knew she was trying to hide the truth.

“What time? Answer him,” Vince demanded this time.

Her doe eyes shot to him then back to Logan.

“Eleven, I think.”

Logan abruptly pulled her chair forward, making her body jerk and her legs uncross.

“You think?” he reprimanded.

She moved her wrists behind her back and tilted her chin up in defiance.

“I don’t recall.”

Logan stared at her. He could hear her heart beat faster as he reached forward and touched her chin. He gently ran a finger down her neck then over the thin material of the revealing top she wore.

He continued to hold her gaze as he ran his finger softly over the material covering her right nipple. Instantly it hardened from his touch, and her luscious lips parted in a soft gasp. He never released her gaze. He saw the glazed-over look and the sultry way her body eased lower in the chair. So he reached over and trailed his finger over her left breast and nipple doing the same thing.

“Is this some sort of sex game? Did you kidnap me and think that I would be turned on by this?”

He chuckled lightly at her abrupt question.

“This isn’t a game, and we didn’t kidnap you. You’re under arrest.”

“This is not proper protocol.”

“Spoken like someone who knows the drill,” Frankie stated from behind her.

She swallowed hard. “Am I under arrest?” she asked through clenched teeth.

In an instant, Logan grabbed a fistful of her shirt, lifted her from the chair and pressed her body against the wall behind her. The sound of the chair falling to the floor echoed through the room. She jumped as he thrust his hips low against her crotch, lifting her feet from the floor.

With her hands cuffed behind her, she had no choice but to allow him to balance her.

“I’ll ask all the questions, and you will answer them.”

He heard her heart beat faster, and her breath collided with his neck.

He whispered to her with teeth practically clenched.

“Are you working for Bret?”

She was scared, he could tell, but she was tough.

She shook her head.

“Are you fucking him?” Logan felt his eyes glow and knew it scared Melissa, but he wanted the truth.

“No,” she stated firmly and filled with attitude.

He pushed her skirt up so he could adjust her legs so that they straddled his hips. That way he could hold her better so he wouldn’t hurt her arms.

Rubbing the palms of his hands across her naked ass cheeks, he wondered if she wasn’t wearing underwear. After further investigation with his finger, brushing it along her crevice, he felt the string of her thong underwear.