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“Do it.”

Liam grabbed some flash bangs out of his kit bag on his back which he carried most places as the demolition and bomb expert it was his speciality. Waggs and Decker waited, eyes on the building until they heard the flashbangs go off at the gate. They waited a beat and then saw the two security guards running.

As soon as they did, Waggs and Decker moved, ducking low as they ran across the exposed space avoiding the cameras. Waggs covered Decker as he expertly climbed the ladder and disappeared onto the roof and out of sight. The night was lit by a full moon, which wasn’t the best circumstances, but they were making it work.

Waggs was trying not to think about the images of his former Commanding Officer and the fact the evidence showed he was involved in Aaron’s death in some way. He needed to find out if he was in country, and if he was, he and his former CO would be having a conversation. First, he needed to figure out what his brother had known that had got him killed.

“The truck is empty.”

Waggs felt disappointment in one way but relief in another. He wouldn’t wish that life on any woman. Decker moved back down the steps as Liam got back to them.

“Let’s get out of here.”

The three men slid back into the night as if they’d never been there and hiked the mile back to the truck. Waggs checked in on Willow and AJ, relieved to hear they were okay and safe. He had to tell her about Aaron but had no idea how she’d take it. Losing someone you loved to an accident was bad enough but to know someone had done this on purpose was an even more bitter pill to swallow.

Decker was driving and glanced at Liam. “Did you let off a flashbang?”

“Yeah, and a rough graffiti message so they’d think it was kids.” Liam wasn’t a slouch and a flashbang alone would raise questions, the graffiti would keep them lax and unaware.

“What did you find?”

Waggs felt his shoulders tense as he tried to say the words out loud that would change everything. “Pictures of my Commanding Officer Nick Green in a compromising situation with a drugged out minor.”

“Fucking pervert,” Liam spat.

“Yeah, that’s not all.” He handed Liam his phone so he could see the images himself.

“What am I looking at, Waggs?”

“Those are the men who were there the day my brother was killed. They smirked at me just before the kid blew the bomb.” They all knew how it looked, and nine times out of ten if it looked like shit it was.

“Jesus! What are you thinking, man?”

“Aaron was a good man. He wouldn’t have been involved in this.”

Liam shook his head as he handed the phone back to him over the front console. “I know that. I meant do you think Aaron was on to them?”

Waggs rested his elbow on the car window frame and propped his chin with his hand, his mind going a thousand miles a second. “Yes, I do, and it got him killed.”

Chapter 16

Willow was dozing when she heard Aiden come in the bedroom. He was quiet but the air in the room changed when he was around, it became charged with electricity. Aiden Wagner was a man who could dominate a room just by walking into it. Rolling, she smiled up at him in the darkness as she saw his shadow moving about getting undressed. Normally, she’d have the curtains cracked just a fraction so she could see the moon but with the threat to her and AJ, she’d pulled them tightly closed.

The sheet lifted and he scooted in and lifted his arm as she moved into his hold. Her body relaxing for the first time since he’d left earlier that night. The feel of his warm hard body eased her and turned her on at the same time. “How did it go?”

Willow could feel the tension rolling off him and wondered if that meant there’d been a problem. Aiden rolled them so she was on her back and he was stretched over her, his forearms bracketing her head, his erection pressed against her clit.

“Later.” His voice was like silk over gravel, smooth but with the undertone of something dangerous, something heated. His head dipped and he kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding over hers, dominating and passionate, mimicking the movements his hips were making as they rocked slowly against her wet pussy.

His boxers the only barrier between them since she’d gone to bed with just his t-shirt and nothing else on her body. His kiss became hotter, more consuming as his hands began to travel over her, pushing the cotton over her head as she pushed at his boxer briefs he wore until she shoved them off his legs with her feet.

Wanting to touch him, Willow slid her hand around the thick length of his cock and stroked him, revelling in the hiss that came from his lips as he threw his head back. It was powerful to think she could make this strong, brave man vulnerable to her touch.

“Harder, Wills, stroke me harder.”

Emboldened by his demand, she did as he asked, arching her back when he stroked his fingers over the skin of her pussy. He used the evidence of her desire to circle her clit, slowly, firmly, until she was desperate for release.

Suddenly he pulled back and she lost purchase on his cock as he kissed his way over her body, down her stomach, and his mouth landed where she needed him. Her hand in his hair flexed and tightened as he swiped the flat of his tongue through her folds and then used that wicked tongue on the swollen bundle of nerves at her centre. In seconds she could feel the orgasm flickering through her like a flame waiting to ignite into an inferno.