Devastate (Havoc Series Stand Alone Book 5) by Xavier Neal Read Free Book Online Page A

wider. This is my brother. That's my sister in law. Well. Close enough. These are people who respect me. Love me. People who don't live to hate me.
                  “They so were!” He yells back at her. “Tell her Grim! I'm funny!”
                  “Lordy, come home before I kill him!” Grim chimes in too.
                  Sincere laughter leaves me, the mirth from them sucking the stress from the gathering downstairs out of me like a leech.
                  “Yeah, I can't outnumber Grim on my own. And he's still hitting me,” he whines like a little brother should. “In the other shoulder! Now instead of pain in one arm, I've got it in both.”
                  “Speaking of, you holdin' up okay?”
                  Glove took a bullet our last mission, a scratch, but one that did enough damage to put him out of combat mode for a couple weeks.
                  “Healing. I do have the best nurse in the business,” the playful tone in his voice is sexually referenced. At the same time I chuckle, he complains again. “Ou! Damn it Grim! Now you have my girl hitting me!”
                  On a heavy sigh I shake my head. “Things with you two got fixed, huh?”
                  “Yup. And we've had make up sex all around the apartment.”
                  “Bro...”
                  “I'll disinfect it before you get back.”
                  “Bro...”
                  “I will!”
                  “No you won't.”
                  “True. But she will.”
                  “Don't you dare fuck in my room.”
                  “Not your room. Of course not,” Glove states. “Now against your door is another case.”
                  “Glove!”
                  “It just happened,” he laughs again causing me to roll my eyes. When he finally stops, he asks, “Y'all good?”
                  My mind quickly flashes to the dinner downstairs. Good? Ha. Saying that's the opposite would be an understatement. “We're alive.”
                  “That's what we wanna hear,” he replies.
                  Silence falls dead on the line. We both know what needs to be said, but won't, just in case unwanted listeners are lurking. Tyger hasn't come after us yet. Doesn't mean he's not working on it.
                  “Talk soon,” Glove says in a slightly somber voice.
                  “Yeah.”
                  After ending the call, I toss the phone to the side and look up to the sound of the footsteps that have trailed their way all over my heart. Jazz takes a couple steps in, shuts the door behind her, and braces her back against it.
                  In a very stern voice I say, “We need to nail Tyger. And soon. I need to get home. Clear?”
                  Lifting my head, I see Jazz nod.
                  I know we're supposed to lay low and let the boys back home deal with him, work out how the fuck to nail that bastard before he can find Jazz, but getting the hell out of here is just as important to me now. I came here a Special Forces member, confident and sane. I'd like to leave in the same condition. Right now, at this rate, it won't be possible.
     
                 

Day 9 in Georgia
     
                  Rolling over to a cold empty spot, I force my eyes open to see Jazz sitting at a desk in the corner with papers spread out, files open, and a pen moving rapidly. While she's still in the clothing she slept in, shorts and a tank top, her hair, that hair I find myself craving to run my hands through, is spun neatly on the top of her head. She has to keep a secret weapon in there. I just know it.
                  “Do you just wake up working? I call