Dangerous in Training (Aegis Group, #2) by Sidney Bristol Read Free Book Online Page A

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    The biggest bar sat where sand met concrete, a construction of palm fronds and worn boards. At least on the outside. Inside was a different story. But the patrons paid for the beach feel, so that’s what they got.
    Dylan leaned on the bar and scrolled through his phone, waiting out a couple chatting and sipping their drinks. Eventually they wandered off, leaving Dylan alone with the two on duty bartenders.
    “Luis?” he asked without glancing up.
    The man at the far end paused in wiping down the counter top. The other bartender, frozen in the action of stocking clean glasses, glanced from Luis to Dylan, then turned on his heel and disappeared around the back of the bar.
    Cruz didn’t own the resort, but he might as well.
    Luis edged closer, until they were directly across from each other. Luis was young, maybe late twenties, with symmetrical features and gelled hair. He had to be popular with the ladies. No wonder Cruz used this one. A smile and Luis could probably serve up whatever he wanted to unsuspecting patrons.
    “Can you remember faces?” Dylan turned his phone to face Luis.
    The man nodded.
    “Three girls. These two? Christine and Natalie. Then this one, Hannah. Can you remember them?”
    “Yes,” Luis snapped. He glanced around, scanning the beach.
    “Good. This one? The blonde? She’s very importante . Remember her before the others.” Dylan slid an envelope over the bar.
    It wasn’t money. This guy got paid by Cruz the same way as everyone else. No, the drugs were Dylan’s own cocktail, designed to hit slow and last long. With any luck the girls would never know something was wrong until they woke up tomorrow morning, safely in custody. Cruz hated it when the merchandize got bruised in transit.
    Luis nodded and pocketed the envelope without further comment. He knew the drill.
    Dylan slid his sunglasses low on his face and strode back toward the side entrance. He couldn’t hang around to enjoy the show. Hannah was too sharp to not notice him, and there weren’t enough guests to get lost in the crowd. He’d have to go back to his hotel and wait for the appointed pick-up time later.
    He jammed his feet back in his flip-flops and tabbed through the notifications on his phone. At the rate his business was picking up, he’d have a couple more special deliveries for Cruz in the next four weeks. It was about time something started going right for him.
    “Hey—watch where you’re going.” Dylan skidded to a stop, barely missing some dude in all black. He blinked at the guys face. “Rogelio. What are you doing here?”
    “Making sure you don’t fuck up.” Rogelio’s smile carried no warmth.
    “Fuck you.” Dylan glared back.
    Shit.
    Had Cruz sent Rogelio to keep an eye on him? To make sure the girls were picked up without incident? He’d made one fuck up with Hannah and now the boss was sending his watchdog after him.
    God damn it.
    His pits started to sweat in a whole new way.
    “Make sure your man does his job and there won’t be any screw-ups this time.” Dylan shouldered past the larger man. His better instincts said to run, and run now, but he couldn’t run from a predator like Rogelio. It would only draw his attention, and Dylan was nothing if not a survivor.
    Hannah swiveled her hips, eyes closed, letting the rhythm speak to her. Mason’s presence, stomping after her through the sand at least kept the random butt-humpers from encroaching on her space. She was ready to start this vacation for real, and if Mason was going to continue to be a black rain cloud, well, that was his problem, not hers. She wanted to dance. Enjoy the time they had together, however short it might be. Whatever his hang-up was when it came to a short fling, that was on him. He’d have to get over it soon, or else they’d be on a plane home before they even got started. If they’d go down that road at all. It might not be worth it to him, and while that stung, she also understood.
    She turned