Mission: Compromised Submissive (10 page)

Michael and the others all stood hunkered down concealed by the brush outside the little hunter shack. All three men were inside, yelling and laughing
obnoxiously
. While they watched on, it was evident they had indeed been drinking. Which would make taking them down easier, but bad because they wouldn’t feel the full impact of their sins.
He motioned to the others, and together they surrounded the house, readying to enter.

Michael was the first to bust through the front door, with Nathan right behind him. Dave and Earl came in through the back, surrounding the three. The dumb bastards didn’t know what was happening for a good long spell. One even offered them a beer. Earl made way to rid their guns, while Michael,
Nate, and Dave politely apprehended them. “The boy you three fuckers almost killed was my son. We are here to repay the favor
,
” Michael growled.

“What? That fag? Well, now, see? We did you a favor. Seems to me, you owe us
,
”
t
he first blonde cocky bastard said. Michael punched him square in the nose, gaining a small shred of satisfaction when he heard the bone crack. Just for good measure, he repeated
to
the exact same spot, knocking it sideways on his face. The next few hits evened up his face, rearranging each item to match. “Oh, I owe you more than you know you son of a bitch.
Think of today as your first payment.”

“You like torturing people? You like drugging them helpless and raping them? Guess what? It’s your turn! And, if you say the word fag one more time, you will be eating through a straw for the rest of your worthless life!” Nathan roared. Earl had to pull him and Dave off the other two. Just like Michael, they took it personally. They were open about their sexuality, and accepted for who they were in the close
-k
nit town Justice provided. They hadn’t met Vince yet,
but the mere idea that anyone
was done so
cruelly
sent both men over the edge. Even Earl joined in the party, claiming they were ‘resisting arrest’ and would be brought up on enough charges they would get an up
close and personal look at how it felt to be ass raped. Since Earl’s father was the judge, they would no doubt be going to prison for a very, very, long time.
It was almost unjust how easy kicking their ass into the br
ink of unconsciousness was. Fo
rty
-
five minutes later, Earl brought the cruiser up and tossed their bloody, battered bodies in the back and hauled them in.
Michael thanked them all, and headed back to the house. Justice was served.

The
team geared up for yet another mission. The computer hard drives and files they had confiscated at the compound Vice had been held at had opened up enough evidence
that
they were closing in fast on finishing and becoming the hero
e
s the United States needed.
Since the beginning this f
our month
stint
of no communication
home
had been hell, but worth it. They couldn’t risk compromising their location or losing their data.

This time, they knew exactly where and what to get to draw the final pieces together to the puzzle, and could head back to the
S
tates to put it all together. The operation here was only a small part of a bigger picture. These minions
were nothing more than the blue
collar workers for the suits. There were two main warehouses
they
operated from. One was in
Jalalabad, the other south of Khost. From the looks of things, all of the offshore account numbers were neatly folded into a perfect little file on one of the hard drives
—
which happened to belong to none other than the good ol’ Florida Governor Herman Vancover himself.
The deeper they had dug, the more in
formation was found. Their original suspicions
had been correct. Governor Ted Dante of California, New York Governor Beau Tallon, Senator Nelson, and Vice Pr
esident
Kovack were all involved.
Now
they had the evidence to prove it. What they hadn’t expected was for them to be conspiring on home soil. There were lists of names ranging from members of the CIA to the FBI and Homeland security. Their warlord crimes were being operated right on American soil, and no one was the wiser.
These mother
fuckers were going down, and hard.

All were grouped around in a final briefing before they took off. A chopper
was head
ed
to pick them up
and drop them at their location. Pop was leading the rundown, and giving the locker room pump up speech. “We are close, troops. Just like all of th
e other missions, this is a raid
. Go in, grab Intel, search for and capture the leaders, and get out. Today, we have our own
c
avalry backing us up. The dirty work gets handed down. These soldiers, just like us, don’t take shit and don’t work by regular rules. They fuck shit up. So, I say let
'
s let them. If we can get to the second compoun
d by tomorrow and finish this
, we can be on our way home and back sitting at the table with Mrs. Sander
'
s signature fried chicken by the end of the week. We good?” The team all answered in a ‘Hooah’, radiating
pure
energy.

Maverick did another quick onceover of the map and plan. They were dropping three clicks from the west side of the compound and rucking in. “Vice, you are hanging back with the birds until we return. Those
C
av boys might be tough, but they need a real soldier to guard them. If by some chance word got out of the last ambush, the
y
will be waiting for us.”

“What! Bullshit! I’m not s
t
aying behind to babysit!
You can’t possibly think it
is
in the best interest of the team to leave behind the fucking sniper for shit
'
s sake!” Her temper flared. She had half expected them to try
to
pull this shit last minute, and
she
was prepared. There was no way in hell she was going to sit back like a wounded girlie girl and not do her damn job. Fuck that and anyone who thought she should.

“Vice, you aren’t healed. You still have cracked ribs for fuck
'
s sake, so settle the hell down before I give you a shot o
f morphine to knock your ass out
!” Juju fired back. Everyone turned and looked at her. Until now, no one knew of the broken bones, just the bumps and scrapes. Shit. Well, they did now. Her eyes met each of the team, all getting the same shocked and disapproving look. Of course, Kodiak had to be the one to speak up first. Damn him and his motherly instincts.

“You have broken bones? What else is wrong that you failed to tell us? First it was a few minor cuts and bruises. Now ribs. What’s next, your leg? Arm maybe?” His condescending tone only added to her fury.

“Aw fuck
,
Kodiak! This is exactly why I didn’t say anything. No. Nothing else besides what you already know. They are ribs, not my damn
femur
or skull. Ribs are like toes or fingers. You can’t cast the bitches. They just have to heal. You all are acting like I have my damn legs cut off or something. I
am
combat ready…
Ain’t nothing water and
M
otrin can’t fix. Army motto…
Drink water, t
ake Motrin, and march on
,
soldier. So, let’s march the fuck on and do what we came to do!”
Mac had stood, flattening his ears at her excited state. He watched them all closely, ready to defend if given the command. The poor mutt looked confused. He had loyalties with them all, but if push came to shove, there was no doubt he would keep Vice safe.

Before anyone else could argue with her, Dom took control of the situati
on. “Enough. If she says she’
s ready, she is. Get this shit to the pick
up spot.” Just as she thought she was off the hook, his voice lowered and his gaze intensified. “Vice, a
word please.” Oh hell. This wasn’t going to be good.
The team was still clueless to their
extracurricular
activities, which needed to stay that way. It was bad enough they were
fraternizing
, but with their group, it was more. They were all family. There was a good chance some of them might feel awkward
or betrayed
, and that couldn’t happen. They were a team.

Vice walked back into the tent behind him, channeling all of her courage and wit.
Hulk had insisted Mac go with him, pouting at the way the dog had traded him for Vice so easily. On one hand, he was glad he was a protector, but on the other, it made him a bit jealous.

She could handle anyone who came along, and never felt this way.
So, what has
changed? Ugh. Who am I kidding. I know good damn well what changed.
He waited and shut the door behind her, stepping up within inches from wh
ere she stood. Vice had to cra
n
e
he
r neck to look him in the eye, but she managed to still do so and keep her shoulders squared and her posture strong. Showing weakness now wouldn’t be in her best interest. He may be the boss in the bedroom…when she lets him, but in life, she ran the show. If he thought for a minute she was gonna turn into a damn weak scared little puppy, he had another thing coming.
Before he had a chance to lay into her ass, she jumped.

“Dom, whatever you are gonna say, shove a cork in it. I am a soldier first, and don’t think for a damn second that last night changed any of that. My duty is to my Coun
—
.”

“Zip it and listen, and listen good
,
Alexandria
,
”
h
e interrupted.

Oh hell. He used my real name. Shit.

“When I ask what all your injuries are, you better damn well tell me. Your safety is my responsibility as your commanding officer, and as...” He paused, unsure what to label this. It had been one night. He hadn’t collared her, and God only knew if she would ever let him. So, what where they? Boyfriend hardly felt
appropriate
. Lover seemed too harsh. Friend came off more like fuck buddy. He rolled through his mind, trying to find a word that fit and came up empty. He hardened his stare and cont
inued
,
“As you are mine
. Damn it,
I about lost it in there. I’ll allow you to go
this time. But your ass
will
stay where I tell you, and there won’t be another
damn
word about it
or your little ass will pay in ways you can’t handle
. Do you understand me
,
Alexandria
DeAnne Strong?”

Vice took a step backwards, knocked dizzy from the force his voice projected. Once again, he had her speechless. She gave a short nod, upset and irritated he had this effect on her. When his eyes narrowed and that familiar gro
wl came out, she jumped. “Yes, S
ir.” Her gaze lowered for a split second before returning to look him straight in the eye. His eyes seemed to pierce through her. Just as she was contemplating making a break for it, the corners of his lips curled ever so slightly.

“Good. Now, come here.” Vice’s feet carried her slowly toward him on their own. Before she could
analyze
the situation, she stood chest to chest with him.
Her body immediately responded, arching toward him in a magnetic connection. In one swift motion, he dropped his mouth to hers in a quick, playful sloppy smooch, catching her off guard. She
giggled in surprise, licking and nipping back. He snickered, getting yet another taste to the many sides of his badass soldier girl. She was one in a million. Movement outside the tent caught their attention and Vice jumped back, fussing with her hair and
straightening
her clothing like she had been caught making out on her parent’s couch. Juju walked in, eyeing them both.

“Sorry, I uh…
didn’t know you were in here. Vice, I need to check those wounds before we head out.” Juju glanced back at Dom with a questioning glance. Living true to his calm, cool, and collective nature, Dom didn’t falter.

“I just did. She is good to go with fresh bandages, but will need to take the antibiotics and pain meds.”

Vice didn’t speak up, leaving the conversation and situation to Dom. This was what he did best, so why risk spewing the wrong thing now? Even when Juju stared her down, expecting her to answer for herself, she didn’t.
W
ith a shrug of his shoulders he nodded, accepting it. “Okay. I’ll go grab it and be back in a minute. We are about to head to the pick up point. Pop has everyone squared away and is waiting for you.”

“Good. We were headed th
at way now.” Dom walked toward
the door, flashing a cocky ass grin back at her. “Vice, get your shit and get moving. If you’re going to lag around, I’ll leave your ass here where you should be.”

Juju rolled his eyes and left, used to Dom’s hardass. Vice laughed, sticking her tongue out at him when Juju was out of sight and turned to grab her ruck. It was time to go to work.

Ten minutes later, they were all loaded int
o the Chinook and flying toward
their destination.
Khost was smaller than what they had imagined, and were somewhat thankful they hit it first. There was a good chance they might get lucky and find all the information and documents they needed to tie the Vice President in on this loop and avoid drudging around in Jalalabad. Jalalabad was rough, and posed a higher risk of attack. With the eyes in the sky and the help from the Cav, they were damn near invincible.
Triple Deuce had a reputation that damn near matched theirs.

They touched down around two clicks out from the compound. Just like all of the previous
compounds
, this one looked just as shitty, dirty, and pathetic. Everyone hopped out, followed by the Cav Scouts that were going in with them. The snipers, along with Pop and Vice, were positioning along the ridge line from all angles. There were three birds in the air ready and waiting for the command.

“You all know what to do! Let’s go catch us some treason
ous
bastards
,
troops!”
Rock hollered, pumping them up for the short march. They all fell into step, quietly making their way through the rough terrain.