Cord SEAL Team Seven (Book 5)

by Jordan Silver

  “Mengele get a move on, nothing back here to see.” Looked to me like the kid was taking our measure. “That’s one interesting kid you have there, Lyon.” I kept my eyes on her as she literally cased the joint. I think if she had breadcrumbs she’d have been dropping them every few steps.

  “Nosy fuck. I hope you boys don’t have anything hazardous laying around this bitch, cause promise to fuck my lil princess will find a way to blow some shit up.” He seemed genuinely worried about that which made the rest of us crack the hell up.

  “This fucker tell you where he’s taking us?” he eyed Mancini who had that smirk on his face as he stood back with his men.

  “Nope, but we figure there’s enough of us to take him if he tries anything.” Lo joked in answer to Lyon’s question.

  “Asshole seems slippery to me.” We talked shit for a little while because we all knew that the situation had to be seriously fucked if the men in that circle were willing to uproot their lives even if for a little while.

  But soon it was time to broach the subject of why we were really here. “You boys ready to get out of here?” Mancini finally broke his silence and it brought our attention to the two men and one woman he had with him.

  “We have one more run to make before we leave.” Lo explained about the tunnel and the three newcomers reacted. Mancini said something in some kind of fucked up language and they settled down.

  “My people have seen the worse of what that shit can lead to, you’ll have to forgive them.” They looked pissed as fuck, especially the woman who started looking around as if she expected to see some shit going down right then and there.

  “Well, let’s get to it. I have it on good authority that the heat is on. I’ll leave my people here with the women and children. I know I know your place is secure, but we’ll all feel a lot better if they weren’t left alone.”

  We each sized up his crew. It was one thing to go out on a limb and trust the man himself, but now he was asking us to leave our most precious possessions in the hands of strangers. This is why we’d made that pact so long ago, my brothers and I. Never to settle down with some woman, put her through the heartache of having to wait for us while we went off to who knows what.

  “They’re fine, his uncle already vouched for him, so if they’re with him, unless he’s a dumb fuck, then they should be clear too.”

  “Thank you Lyon, always so eloquent.”

  “Fuck off spook boy, we leaving or not?” No sooner had the words left his mouth than Lo’s phone went off again. He walked away to answer and came back after a few minutes.

  “That was our guy on the inside, something’s going down. Quinn what the fuck?” He was sniffing the air and swear to fuck he went into battle mode. A quick look around didn’t reveal any immediate danger, but the six of us knew that something was up. It had been a while since he’d had an episode, but we knew enough not to ignore that shit.

  “We have to go NOW.”

  “Hold up brother, we have to secure the women before we head out.” I wasn’t about to leave Susie without making sure that the place was safe. If something was going on at the base chances are we were in the middle of it, and since she was the last one they’d gone after I wasn’t taking any chances.

  I headed for Zak’s while the rest of them followed and Quinn and Dev went to put the place on lockdown. I didn’t like that Quinn’s little anomaly chose now to rear it’s head, and with that last phone call I was even more on edge. If I’d had any doubts about leaving before, this shit sealed it for me.

  “Susana.” She was in the midst of the women getting reacquainted when I walked in. At my use of her name her face lost some of its joviality as she stood to come to me. Lo and Con weren’t too far behind and their women were soon being cornered along with Nessa and Vicki.

  “Cord what is it, what’s wrong?” Stark fear was in her eyes. “Is it mom?”

  “No-no, shh, listen to me, I don’t want you to worry. I have to go take care of something, stay here, do not leave the others no matter what do you understand me?” She nodded her head as I pulled her into my chest.

  “Where are you going?” She held on when I tried to leave.

  “I won’t be far and I won’t be long. Now go be my brave girl and look after your sisters.” I dried the tears that escaped from her eyes. “I love you more than anything, nothing is going to keep me from coming back to you, not ever.”

  “I’m holding you to that.” I wish there was more time but the others were already heading back out so I kissed her forehead and left her to go out into the night once more.

  Special excerpt from Biker’s Baby Girl

  Chapter 1

  Creed

  Three days and counting! I looked at the little calendar I kept on my phone for this one purpose with a smirk. Almost there thank fuck. The last six months had been the hardest, though it seemed like I’d been staring at this thing for the whole two and a half years or so since I started the countdown.

  I’m kinda surprised I made it; half the time shit had been touch and go. There were nights when my need was so strong I almost lost my fucking mind.

  In the beginning, I’d tried losing myself in other things, but that shit only went so far to leashing the beast. He knew who he wanted, and there were no substitutes.

  I opened my wallet and studied the little dog eared image I kept there. My heart did its usual pitter-patter bullshit, and I was pleased to note that it no longer freaked me the fuck out. I was getting used to being owned by her.

  Damn, if my crew knew about this shit, they’d laugh their asses off. There’s always been speculation about my indifference to the women who threw themselves at me, especially here of late.

  No one knew that the badass biker king had given up his Cut so to speak, to a little half pint female no less. And the funniest part is that she has no idea. All that’s about to change in the next few days though, and my dick can’t wait to feel all that tightness.

  She’d better be fucking tight. Of course she is, she’s my good girl, my babygirl. I laid my head back against the chair as I pictured her beneath me. There was no sense in trying to curb my thoughts; they always came back here.

  I could almost imagine the feel of her skin, the taste of her pink lips. Did she still have that cherry flavored smell? In my mind I saw her much tinier form dwarfed by mine as I took her in my king-sized bed.

  I could feel the tightness of her virgin pussy as it wrapped around my cock, sucking me in, milking me. “Shit.”

  I pressed down on my cock when it started to grow behind my zipper. No fucking way, I was saving this all for her. I tried talking myself down, pulling myself back from the brink.

  Fuck. I had to stand so the blood could flow to where it was needed in my dick. This always happens when I think of that first fuck, that first taste.

  As much as she has me twisted, she’d better be cherry, there had better be blood at the end of my dick when I breech her for the first time, or her little ass will pay the price.

  My phone rang in the middle of my mini meltdown and I answered it absently. “Soon babygirl.” I kissed the plastic like the sap I’d become before putting it away again. “Yo.”

  ***

  “Max, I have to be out, got a little situation just came up.” I hung up before my second in command could answer. He didn't have any choice in the matter but to hold shit down until I got back anyway.

  I threw some gear in my saddlebag and headed out of my place with a determined stride. I had my open carry on my hip and a concealed around my ankle. My Bowie was in my back and I had backup in my cache, so I was good to go.

  If I get pulled over anywhere between here and my destination, the cops could go fuck themselves. Wasn’t a one of them I couldn’t out-run, anyway. It might be legal to carry, but some shit just wasn’t made for the streets, or so they say.

  I was in a killing mood after that phone-call, but no one would be the wiser. That’s part of my M.O. never let a motherfucker
see you coming.

  Though I wasn’t breaking a sweat about what I was heading into; I never do, I can hold my own. But I was a little out of sorts because of her, the female I was going to rescue.

  I didn’t want our first meeting in more than two years to be like this. I had plans all laid out, had been working that shit out in my head for the better part of the last few months, and now this.

  I switched gears in my head and looked ahead to when this shit was behind us, to after I’d handled what I needed to.

  I was purposely keeping my mind from drifting too far off into what I was gonna find at the end of this ride. For one, there was nothing I could do before I get there, and for another, I was too fucking pissed to think.

  I hopped on my ride and rode out alone. Not something I usually do, not since I formed the crew a few years ago. But I didn’t want to waste the time it would take for the crew to mount up. The sooner I get to her and assess the situation, the better for all involved.

  Plus I didn't like men around her, not even those I trust. Not yet anyway, not until I’d staked my claim and put my brand on her. Shit would be easier that way, might save a lot of unnecessary ass whippings.

  Life was going to be a basket of fucking laughs from now on, because my place was always crawling with testosterone. I hadn’t worked out how I was going to deal with that shit, didn’t have to really.

  I’d been planning to bring her home in another three days. That was about the time I was planning to tell them I had an old lady. Fuck they need prior warning for?

  When I start explaining myself to anyone, that’s the time I need to hang shit up. I’d done enough of that shit in the army, never a fucking gain.

  Like I said, I’d had shit all worked out in my head for a few days down the road. But now some asshole had stepped out of fucking line in a big fucking way and I had to move shit up a couple days.

  I was studiously avoiding thinking of the report I’d just received each time it teased the edges of my mind. That shit was only gonna cause me to wipe out on the highway, or end an asshole in a road rage situation.

  And the only blood I wanted on my hands this night was the motherfucker’s who’d thought to touch what’s mine. Yeah, I felt my fingers beginning to get twitchy. Pull back Creed; take a deep breath.

  I hit the road for the three-hour ride that was a straight shoot on I80. She had no idea I was coming, no idea that I had even been planning to come get her before this. I’d kept her in the dark too, because my mind was already made up and that was all that was needed.

  I didn’t need anyone’s permission, not even hers. She was mine plain and simple, had always been. If anyone needed time to play catch up with that shit, that was on them. I pretty much didn’t a left nut about that shit.

  She’d better be of sound mind and body when I get there though, or that little town was gonna go up in flames. I sped up a notch and let the wind propel me through the night, taking me to her my destiny, my babygirl.

  ***

  Jessie

  I didn't have to see him to know who was out there. Just the sudden wild beating of my heart and the tingle down my spine were enough. “Creed.”

  His name was a whisper on my lips as I ran down the stairs just as the engine went dead outside. I was all but vibrating, hopping from foot to foot in my excitement.

  Until I remembered that I was no longer a little girl and it was no longer appropriate for me to run and jump into his arms the way I did when I was little and cute.

  That only dimmed my excitement for a half a sec. Somehow, this time I couldn’t bring myself to care, he was here and that’s all that mattered. It had been so long…

  He came through the door like he owned the place just as I reached the bottom stair. “Creed.” I couldn’t hold back the sigh of his name as my knees went weak. Still the same!

  It's as if he knew, the way he came in and just stood there watching me without saying a word. I don’t know how, but I felt it. And under that look, that stare that seemed to see right through me, my newfound confidence faltered.

  I wanted so badly for the last three years to disappear, to be that same young girl who was still cute and adorable in the way she adored her 'uncle Creed'. But I was afraid those days were long gone, and what made it worst, was that he knew it too.

  I’d been careful to keep from giving myself away, but lately, the more I thought about it the more I was convinced that something had let my secret out of the bag.

  How else could I explain the long absence? Or the fact that he’d just disappeared from my life with just phone calls between us instead of the visits I had so looked forward to in the past.

  I wasn’t about to whine and moan to him though; he’d done so much for me already. I knew it was the greatest folly to expect more. But how I wish…

  "Come." That one word spoken in his sweet baritone, which still had the power to make me weak, was all that was needed to have the barriers come tumbling down and send me running towards him, as his arms opened to accept me.

  I let myself enjoy, just suck in the enormity of the moment. It had been so long since he’d held me-since I’d inhaled his scent. Home, he felt like home and my poor young heart seized for what could never be.

  "You're here." I whispered the words into his neck as I felt the floodgates about to open up and suck me under. I had promised myself that I wouldn't do this. Each time I thought of seeing him again, I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't break down like this.

  I’d told myself that the next time I saw him, I would be all grown up. But just the sight of him had everything flooding my mind at once and I couldn't hold back. He held me closer, tighter, his arms offering comfort as I struggled with my emotions.

  Just as his arms closed around me, I heard movement behind me, and not long after her voice and I stiffened. Why must she spoil it? I felt the loss I knew was about to come and he hadn’t even put me down yet. I got in one last squeeze and inhaled his scent before the inevitable could happen.

  "Stop that Jessie, you're too grown to be acting like that." I started to pull away at the censor and disapproval in that tone, but the arms around me tightened. "Stay where you are." I looked up at his face and my heart hurt. He's so beautiful that it was torture just to look at him.

  I wanted so badly to run my fingers over the ink that covered his arms and part of his neck. Not to mention the markings on his chest that I’d gotten a glimpse of just once, so long ago.

  It hurt because he could never be mine, not in the way my poor stupid girl heart had wanted for so long. And because I knew he’d never take me in his arms and love me the way I’ve always dreamed. Dreams that had become harder and harder to avoid here lately…

  I felt the old familiar bitterness in my gut start climbing up my throat to strangle me. It wasn’t right to feel this way I knew, but why was my life always so unfair? I’ve never caught a break as far as I can remember; except for that fateful night he came into my life and saved me. That, I must admit, was the best day of my entire existence and probably always will be. Only he could top it, and…

  I did my little internal monologue thing, where I told myself to be grateful. Things could’ve turned out so differently back then. There could’ve been someone else in that parking lot that night, someone less honorable. He’d done so much already, I shouldn’t want more, but I did.

  I tuned out of the past and back into the here and now when I realized that no one was saying or doing anything. Not since he’d told me to stay put, which was a first, but one that gave me pure joy. He held my head against his chest with one hand at my nape, while the other covered the back of my head protectively.

  “Screw you, she stays right where she is.” There was such venom in his voice.

  “Creed?” I tried to pull my head back to look into his face. There was so much anger, I could feel it radiating in his body now. “Shh, you’re fine.”

  He was staring back at her but not in the way he once did, like everything
she said was truth. I felt the first stirring of hope in a long time when he kissed my forehead, gave me a tight squeeze, and pushed me behind him protectively.

  "Where is he?" I wasn't sure what to think about his question but I started to get nervous. She didn't answer him right away but instead glared at me, which is her usual. I fought back the fear as I clung onto the back of his shirt. He seemed to sense my discomfort because his hand reached back and covered mine before he turned back to her.

  "What's going on? Why are you here without letting us know you were coming?" She started doing that nervous cleaning thing she always does, as I watched him watch her. One part of me was hoping that he knew the truth finally, and another was too embarrassed to even contemplate it.

  "I said where is he?"

  "If you're talking about Sal, he's not here." She made herself busy as my pulse raced in fear and hope. I was beginning to think that someone somewhere had told him, because I sure hadn’t; but who, how?

  "Baby, I want you to go upstairs and get your stuff together. Just what you need for now, like your important papers and stuff like that." His words were whisper soft in my ear as he turned just his head to me.

  That second kiss, this time closer to the corner of my mouth made my heart do cartwheels in my chest, and my body tingled in that old familiar way I was getting used to whenever I thought of him.

  I didn't stop to question, not even when she asked him what he thought he was doing. "What're you doing? You can't just come in here and change things up without any notice. What's she doing up there?" I didn't hear anymore after that but I sure did move fast getting what little I needed together.

  I had hoped and prayed for this day for so long that it was hard to believe that it was actually here; but why now? And why was he acting like he knew more than he should? I wasn’t about to question anything though, this is what I wanted, what I’d always wanted since my feelings for him had changed.

  It wasn’t even a gradual build up either that change, it just hit me one day out of the blue, like a ton of bricks falling from the sky, and I haven’t been the same since.