“So, is she going to get caught hacking?”
Moss shook his head. “She never seems to get caught, despite the fact that she’s a bit socially inept. Or because of it? She’s very good at the tech side of what she does and covers her tracks, but she could never master spy craft because she’s a bit... quirky. Maybe awkward is a better word for it.”
“Right, so why do you need me?”
“The Blackstone family appears to be dangerous in a volatile way that I don’t think she’s anticipating. Sean Blackstone’s parents were murdered. Though the official reports say it was an accident, she wouldn’t know that. There are some uncles circling like vultures. And Blackstone himself has a reputation.” Moss shuddered, looking slightly sick.
“A reputation?”
“In the BDSM scene.”
“So your real concern is that he’ll try to fuck your sister in a kinky way,” Enzo said, grinning.
Moss swallowed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “So you see why she needs security. Do you want the job or not?” He paused. “By the way, how many weapons do you have on you right now?”
“Just one, sir.”
“All right, on your three. Rooftop. I’m going low,” he said and Enzo glanced up and immediately saw what Moss had seen. Enzo dove behind a mailbox seconds before a gunshot rang out, and the street erupted into chaos. Everything moved fast, especially Moss, but years of training had Enzo’s instincts honed and he fell in beside Moss easily. Moss seemed to transform into a different person entirely, pulling out a gun and doing some kind of action hero shit, taking out two guys with quick precision while Enzo fired at the man on the rooftop. Moss pulled out a phone and dialed, giving someone their location, and, moments later, black SUVs skidded to a halt in front of them, with men running out towards the dead guys.
“This is getting a little ridiculous, Tony,” Moss said, sliding into the SUV. There was a man in the front seat who turned and raised an eyebrow at Enzo.
“Who’s that?”
“He’s my realtor. We were looking at properties when, well, you can see what happened.” The man grimaced, catching Enzo’s eye in the mirror.
“That’s your realtor?” Tony was eyeing Enzo like a piece of candy. “Why is he so damn sexy?”
“He’s not gay. He doesn’t want to fuck you,” Moss said.
“Damn, give a man hope and yank it away.” Tony shook his head, and Moss rubbed his jaw for a moment, quietly glancing out the window. At a stoplight, he handed Tony a thumb drive and hopped back out of the SUV at a stoplight, rushing down the road away from the action. Enzo followed him.
“Did you set up a meeting with me while you were in the middle of some sort of operation?” Enzo asked, frowning.
“I am a busy man, and multitasking is sometimes necessary. Though, honestly, this is the second time my cover has been blown recently, so this is something they’ve got to figure out. India will kill me if I get killed.”
“What exactly do you do?”
“Oh, you know, this and that. No need to worry about what happened, though. Tony brought the cleaners, and it was totally above board. Mostly. You will not be implicated in anything,” Moss said, grinning. He seemed to be back in the rich asshole persona, his posture and mannerisms changed completely from how he had been since the shooting. He handed Enzo the file folder he had been holding in the coffee shop.
“CIA? NSA?” Enzo wasn’t sure he wanted to work for the guy if he was black ops or a criminal.
“You know I can’t tell you that.”
“Why would a CIA operation be happening in Portland?”
Moss stared him down like he was an idiot. “Again, you know I can’t tell you that. Here are India’s details. I’ll be in touch.”
Enzo glanced down. “Fuck, India is gorgeous,” he mumbled, and when he looked up, Moss was gone. He sighed and turned, walking back towards the train so he could catch a ride back to his apartment. He would take the job, but it was going to be the weirdest fucking job of his life. Picking up the phone, he dialed Renton’s number, still reeling from whatever the hell had happened.
“Renton.” The deep voice that barked in Enzo’s ear was familiar and comforting. Cooper Renton had been something of a father figure during Enzo’s teen years, working alongside Enzo’s mother in the Army.
“Hey, Cooper, so I met with Spencer Moss. Are you sure about this?”
Renton laughed. “He’s nuts, right? But he’s good people under all that. You can trust him.”
Chapter 5 - India
The man standing in front of India was massive—well over six feet tall and solid muscle, with dark hard, dark eyes and tan skin. Latino, maybe. He was a little terrifying, but also handsome in a way that gave India strange urges. Mostly those urges involved offering to serve him sexually, which would be ridiculous. Between this guy and Sean’s pretty boy with a big cock thing, India’s libido was going haywire, right when she needed to concentrate most.
