Hostile Home Front [Black Ops Brotherhood 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)
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Black Ops Brotherhood 2
Hostile Home Front
Special Agent Gavin “Badass” Walsh of the FBI is sent to South Texas to investigate terrorist activities. While out on a disturbance call, Gavin encounters a mysterious seductress. Compelled to attend a local social function, Gavin is introduced to the woman who has become his growing obsession, Dr. Amy Livingston.
As they fall in love, they deal with challenges from their damaged pasts. After twenty four years as a SEAL, Gavin is haunted by demons of war. Amy carries on the quiet life of a librarian, but the facade hides a damaged soul.
As the pieces of a dangerous plot come together, Gavin must survive terrorists, dirty cops, and gangbangers all taking aim at him. Gavin walks a razor-thin line when terrorists decide to use Amy as bait. As Amy’s life hangs in the balance, Gavin realizes that failure is not an option to save the woman he loves.
Genre: Contemporary, Romantic Suspense
Length: 73,892 words
HOSTILE HOME FRONT
Black Ops Brotherhood 2
Bella Juarez
EROTIC ROMANCE
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HOSTILE HOME FRONT
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DEDICATION
To my family and friends who stood by me as I chased this crazy dream of writing. Again, thank you, Heather Rainier and Corinne Davies, for keeping me on track and keeping my projects on the rails as well as your friendship. Thank you, Stormy Pate, for beta reading my raw work and your second pair of eyes.
To those that inspired this novel, the men and women serving in the United States military both past and present. Thank you for your extraordinary character, dedication, and service. And, to the men and women who serve our communities in the field of law enforcement. Your service and dedication is a calling. Thank you for keeping us safe.
Thank you, Stephanie Shea at Siren Publishing, for your wonderful encouragement and editing skills. Goodness knows you have your work cut out with me.
HOSTILE HOME FRONT
Black Ops Brotherhood 2
BELLA JUAREZ
Copyright © 2013
Chapter 1
1510 Blythe Road
Victoria, Texas
November 9, 2007/0030 Zulu
Lieutenant Gavin Walsh was on the way home when he heard a call come over the portable radio lying in the passenger’s seat. He was off duty, but less than a block away. It was a domestic disturbance near his duplex. He decided to answer the call himself. Pulling over, he picked up the radio.
“Dispatch, this is Walsh. I’m less than a block away from your Ten-Fifteen, I’ll check it out,” Gavin said.
“Ten-four, Lieutenant. Do you want me to call for backup?” the dispatcher replied.
“Negative, dispatch, I’ll call if I need you,” Gavin said.
Gavin drove a little farther and pulled up to a very nice suburban house with a manicured lawn and music blaring so loud it threatened to shake the windows loose from their frames. He knew this house. He passed it every morning on his run. He frowned. This was way out of place in this neighborhood. No wonder people are calling the cops. He pulled out his service weapon and checked it. You never know.
The Mexican Mafia was a very real danger in these parts and this was just their kind of setup, a nice house, in a nice neighborhood, with some very bad people inside. Gavin got out of his truck and approached the house with caution, looking around for signs of anything unusual. He heard a slight rustle and leveled his service revolver, aiming it in the direction of the noise. A very frightened old man threw up his hands.
“Jeysus!” the man exclaimed.
Gavin breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his weapon.
“A little jumpy, ain’t ya?” the man snapped.
“I’m a police officer. Someone called in a disturbance. And you are?” Gavin asked.
“Name is Norman Harborth. I live next door. ’Bout time you people show up, called y’all twice. Once at seven, right after it started. Then again about fifteen minutes ago,” the old man complained.
It was only seven thirty, Gavin observed. “Who lives here?”
“The Livingstons. Never heard a peep out of them ’til now. We tried calling, but no one’s answering.”
“Has there been anything unusual lately?”
“A U-Haul pulled up about nine months ago. My wife tells me they got a divorce, man moved out,” the old man said, jerking his thumb in the direction of the house next door.
Great! A domestic! The most unpredictable call a police officer could get was a domestic disturbance call. The ex would go away and then come back later, usually pissed off and drunk.
“Thank you, sir. Would you please return home? I’ll make sure they turn down the volume
,” Gavin said. Mr. Harborth turned to leave but hesitated. “Sir. Now.”
At six foot one and powerfully built, Lieutenant Gavin Walsh was not a man to cross. Mr. Harborth left and Gavin watched as light filled the small porch next door and faded as the door closed. He turned back to his task at hand and took the sidewalk to the house. He knew with the noise inside there was no use trying to use the doorbell, so he lifted his fist and pounded on the door. Gavin smiled at the music selection he was hearing. “Baby Got Back.” He had always liked that song. He kind of liked a woman with some back. The kind of skinny groupies he usually attracted did nothing for him. He pounded on the door again as he sang along with the song in his head.
Gavin knew it was a futile effort. With that music there was no way anyone would hear him. He turned and looked toward the street. He raised his fist and started to pound again, surprised when his fist found empty air. The door had opened while he was looking away. He had to look down at the brunette who had opened it. If she had been a couple of inches taller, he would have coldcocked her.
Gavin’s jaw dropped slightly. She was dressed in a button-down shirt with only two buttons at her midriff fastened. The shirt was fitted to her curvy figure. It opened to a black lace padded push-up bra that enhanced her already full breasts. The matching black lacy boy shorts didn’t show everything, but they didn’t need to. She was sending the message just fine. Her full, luscious legs were bare. She looked like something out of the pages of Victoria’s Secret, only she wasn’t anorexic. She’s perfect! That damn song kept running through his head as he tried to concentrate on his task. They stared at each other for a moment. The lyrics playing in the background were describing her perfectly.
“Yes, officer?” she purred.
The sultry voice matched the sexy body. Gavin was hypnotized. She had given him an instant hard-on. He had been in Victoria, Texas, for almost six months and wondered where the hell this sexy thing had been hiding. He couldn’t help but compare this little hottie to that song as it kept playing along.
Gavin winced as his dick lurched at the thought that ran through his head. I want to stick it to her all right…Somewhere in the distance Gavin heard himself finally speak.
“Ma’am, I need to ask you to turn down the music. Your neighbors have called in a complaint to the police department,” he said as professionally as he could manage.
“Oh?” she said in a sultry voice.
“Yes, ma’am. Could you please turn down the music?” Gavin asked again.
“What are you planning on doing if I don’t, officer?” she countered.
Something in the way she said officer didn’t sound right. Gavin tore his stare away from the succulent plaything standing before him and glanced over to the house next door. He had to think, but it was getting very difficult at the moment because all the blood in his brain had drained to his dick in a matter of seconds. He returned his glance directly to the woman’s face. He tried not to let his eyes feast on her body.
“Ma’am, I think you might be expecting someone else. I am the real police and you need to turn down the music,” Gavin said more firmly.
“Or what? Will you handcuff me and take me…away?” she purred.
Gavin looked away and cleared his throat. He wanted to take her all right, and his cock was protesting the fact that he had a job to do first.
“Aw, baby, don’t make me do this.” Gavin reached for his badge. It was getting difficult to function. “This is a real badge. I am a real cop. And, if you don’t turn that music down, I am really arresting you for disturbing the peace. And taking you down to the real police station just like that.”
The music was silenced. A brief look of surprise crossed the hottie’s face as she turned slightly to look inside the house. Another woman came from behind and pushed the other woman from the door.
“Sorry, officer. We’ll keep it down,” she said.
“Please,” Gavin said.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry you had to come all the way out here.”
“Have fun, ladies, just keep it down. Okay?” Gavin turned to leave.
Gavin walked back to his truck and winced as he sat down. His dick was so hard it could have cut glass. He wanted nothing more than to shove that hottie back into the house and give her exactly what she was asking for. He picked up the radio and closed out the call.
“Dispatch, this is Walsh, Ten-Fifteen was a party and it’s taken care of, close it out.”
“Roger that, Lieutenant.”
Gavin shook his head and started home. He let himself into his duplex and went through his nightly routine. He needed a shower. The workout he had put his guys through today had been particularly grueling. Lieutenant Gavin Walsh wasn’t just any police officer on the Victoria Police Force. He was the head of the SWAT Team. He was on loan from the FBI to update the tactical training of small police forces in high-risk areas.
Gavin’s rank of Lieutenant had been bestowed upon him by the Chief of the Victoria Police Department. Chief Ortiz had complained bitterly when Gavin had landed in his department. Ortiz wanted complete control over every decision Gavin made. That of course interfered with the mission the FBI had given him. He was involved not only in improving the training and tactical awareness of the small-town police department, he was also involved in an ongoing terrorist cell investigation. That ongoing investigation had led him to Victoria, Texas.
This police department needed his help badly. Along with Gavin came federal money and over twenty years of tactical experience. Today he had really ramped up his SWAT team’s close-quarters training. Gavin’s muscles ached from the tension of his day, and that little detour after work was doing nothing to relax him. He headed for the shower, grabbing a beer from the fridge on the way. He stepped from his clothes after turning on the shower. Gavin had the sinewy body of a highly skilled warrior. A good upper body and well-defined abs and chest gave him the appearance of a much younger man. The only sign of his forty-four years was his slightly graying temples in his black hair. His flint-gray eyes were like steel. He shaved a couple of times a week, giving him a rugged appearance. He had been a SEAL during his years in the military, retiring from the Navy with twenty-four years of service.
Gavin took a long sip of his beer and stepped under the spraying hot water. He closed his eyes and stuck his head fully under the impact of the falling liquid. His mind wandered to the woman he had just met. His photographic memory traced her perfectly, just as she had been, standing in that doorway. He sketched her body with his eyes, remembering the way it begged to be touched. Damn! She was the finest piece of ass he had ever seen!
Gavin sketched her full lips with his eyes. In his mind he imagined those soft lips wrapped around his cock. He knew, innately, that she would suck his cock with all her might. He could see her on her knees, head bent over his lap, her tongue sliding from between her lips, licking his cock. He would push back her long, soft, chocolate-colored hair to watch her as she pleased him. He envisioned her small hand gripping his cock, sliding slowly up and down as her big brown eyes watched him.
Involuntarily, his hand ventured to his hard cock, feeling it respond to his gentle stroking. Gavin shook his head to clear the vision and stopped. He grabbed the soap and started to lather himself, starting with his chest but once again returning his hand to his cock. Damn! He was so hard.
She knew exactly what buttons to push. She was everything he desired. Her sexy body was full and firm. Her long chocolate hair looked like silk. What had captivated Gavin were her big brown eyes. When he looked into her eyes he saw passion like he had never seen in any woman before. This woman was a very sensual creature and he wanted so much to taste what she had to offer.
How did she know how to make me so hot? And who the fuck was she waiting for looking like that? Gavin thought possessively, his hand speeding up its soapy jacking. He envisioned her meeting him like that. She would smile when she saw him, extremely glad he was home from work.
“I misse
d you,” she would purr in that sultry voice.
“Oh? What did you miss, baby?” he would ask, taking her into his arms.
“I missed your cock. I’ve been waiting for you to come home so you could fuck me with your hard cock. Fuck me please,” she would beg.
Gavin came hard, spraying the shower wall. The image was so strong that he could almost hear her say those words to him. He went through the motions of finishing his shower. He dried himself and walked into his bedroom, not bothering with clothes. It had been a very long time since he had given himself a hand job. He felt off center and slightly disturbed. But after that experience, he needed the release. This whole damn evening has been disturbing.
Gavin was drained from his orgasm. He had never experienced anything like what he had just experienced. It was as if the semen had literally been ripped from his body. Thank God he hadn’t touched her and he guessed he would probably never see her again.
He lay down on his bed and quickly fell into a dead sleep.
* * * *
“What just happened?” Amy asked as she whirled on Lynn when she closed the door.
“I just got a text from Jeff. He’s running late,” Lynn said, leading Amy back into the house.
It took Amy a moment to realize what her friend had just said and the implication of the words.
“W–What!” Amy whispered, terrified.
“Jeff is running a little late. He just sent me a text. He should be here around eight thirty,” Lynn said matter-of-factly.
“Oh my God! That was a real cop!” Amy screamed hysterically.