
Not only did I land myself a house rental for as long as I needed, but I ended up with a neighbor who insisted on feeding a stray dog on my property, convinced he was mine.



Not only did I land myself a house rental for as long as I needed, but I ended up with a neighbor who insisted on feeding a stray dog on my property, convinced he was mine.




Cash ignored me and continued. “Right now, he’s injured and needs rest and a doctor’s supervision. He’s still considered in critical condition. I need a team that can go to him since he can’t be moved.”
“I’m all over that, boss,” I said enthusiastically. “Who’s with me?”
No one responded and Cash looked pleadingly at all of them. “Really, anyone that’s willing will get overtime.”
“Boss, we all know what we signed up for when we took this job,” IRIS said, “but this is just insanity.”
“You blow shit up for a living,” Lock snorted.
“Yeah, but on my terms. This guy is an assassin. I don’t need to wake up with a knife in my back, or worse, have him bring heat down on us from past jobs.”
I stood this time, thinking someone would join me. “Again, I’m all over this.”
“He’s psychotic,” Cash sighed.
“I’m psychotic.”
“He doesn’t play well with others.”
I slapped my hands against my chest and grinned. “Neither do I!”
“It’s a long job. Keeping him alive is only phase one of the job.”
“Phase me in,” I smirked.
Cash looked around. “I really need a three man team on this. Three people that can work well together,” he emphasized.
“Boss,” I chuckled, glancing around the room at the others. “I’m sort of getting the feeling you don’t want me on this job.”
“What about you, Jack? This is the sort of job your team takes.”
I stood there a little pissed that he was talking around me as if I wasn’t here, like I wasn’t volunteering to take a job that everyone else clearly wasn’t on board with.
“Ya know, we do black ops,” Jack answered. “This is babysitting.”
I rushed around the table, getting right in Cash’s face. I’d make him send me if it was the last thing I did. “Boss, you know I’m the man for the job. I’m great under pressure and with annoying assholes.”
“Yes, but we’re trying to keep this one alive. If you kill him, that sort of defeats the purpose of the job.”
“Hey, I’m a very likable guy,” I said defensively.
“Yes,” he nodded slowly. “To people that know you.”
“So, send me with…” I glanced around the room, trying to figure out who would best work with me. “Rae and IRIS.”
“No,” Rae stood up. “I’m not going on a long mission with Fox. Not gonna happen.”
“IRIS, you can set explosives all around the house,” I said excitedly. “It’ll be just like old times.”
“Yeah, as fun as it sounds to blow someone up, I’d rather shoot myself than go on a long assignment with an assassin.”
“Seriously?” I asked the whole room incredulously. “Am I the only one that sees the benefit of this? To get inside the mind of a killer and pick his brain apart?”
“We sort of already have that with you,” Slider answered. “I think that’s enough to last a lifetime.”











“So, no problems on the way home?” he asked, turning to face us.
“Nope. We got away clean.”
“And that?” he jerked his thumb at the back.
I cringed slightly. “He had an…” I glanced over at Eli for the best wording.
“An adverse reaction to the mummy.”
“Right,” I nodded.
“Like…he touched it and broke out in hives?”
“Don’t even say that shit,” Eli said quickly, keeping his voice low. “He already thinks we’re all under some ancient Egyptian curse. We don’t need to put any more thoughts in his head.”
Cash crossed his arms over his chest and looked at us inquiringly. “And why does he think he’s under a curse?”
I snorted, not even sure how to answer that. “He just started freaking out because we made him sit in the back with the sarcophagus. Then he started reading out ancient curses and it spiraled out of control from there.”
“So…nothing actually happened.”
I shot a look over at Eli, remembering the locusts. Scratching the back of my head, I told him what happened. “Well…when we left the safe house, there might have been a swarm of locusts, and he may have been under the influence of some drugs that may have led him to believe that the swarm was a hell of a lot bigger than it was.”
“How big was it?” he asked, his brows furrowed.
I shrugged lightly, but it was Eli that stepped in. “No more than a ten mile radius.”
“Fifteen at best,” I added.
“That’s…not a swarm. A swarm is literally like…around your head. Christ, no wonder he flipped out. And you hogtied him in the back of the van.”
“What the hell were we supposed to do? He was freaking out.”
“And then you laid him next to the fucking mummy,” he huffed. “Good work. You made your teammate go insane,” he said, clapping us both on the shoulders. “Remind me to never go on a mission with you again.”
He turned to leave. “Hey!” Eli shouted. “What the hell are we supposed to do with the sarcophagus?”
“Why don’t you put it in your room and sleep with it for the night. See how you feel in the morning,” he shouted over his shoulder.
I looked at Eli, still not sure what we were supposed to do with the fucking thing. “So…your room?”



“So, no problems on the way home?” he asked, turning to face us.
“Nope. We got away clean.”
“And that?” he jerked his thumb at the back.
I cringed slightly. “He had an…” I glanced over at Eli for the best wording.
“An adverse reaction to the mummy.”
“Right,” I nodded.
“Like…he touched it and broke out in hives?”
“Don’t even say that shit,” Eli said quickly, keeping his voice low. “He already thinks we’re all under some ancient Egyptian curse. We don’t need to put any more thoughts in his head.”
Cash crossed his arms over his chest and looked at us inquiringly. “And why does he think he’s under a curse?”
I snorted, not even sure how to answer that. “He just started freaking out because we made him sit in the back with the sarcophagus. Then he started reading out ancient curses and it spiraled out of control from there.”
“So…nothing actually happened.”
I shot a look over at Eli, remembering the locusts. Scratching the back of my head, I told him what happened. “Well…when we left the safe house, there might have been a swarm of locusts, and he may have been under the influence of some drugs that may have led him to believe that the swarm was a hell of a lot bigger than it was.”
“How big was it?” he asked, his brows furrowed.
I shrugged lightly, but it was Eli that stepped in. “No more than a ten mile radius.”
“Fifteen at best,” I added.
“That’s…not a swarm. A swarm is literally like…around your head. Christ, no wonder he flipped out. And you hogtied him in the back of the van.”
“What the hell were we supposed to do? He was freaking out.”
“And then you laid him next to the fucking mummy,” he huffed. “Good work. You made your teammate go insane,” he said, clapping us both on the shoulders. “Remind me to never go on a mission with you again.”
He turned to leave. “Hey!” Eli shouted. “What the hell are we supposed to do with the sarcophagus?”
“Why don’t you put it in your room and sleep with it for the night. See how you feel in the morning,” he shouted over his shoulder.
I looked at Eli, still not sure what we were supposed to do with the fucking thing. “So…your room?”




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The exciting and thrilling conclusion to Cash and Eva’s story, and the second book in the OPS series!








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“James,” my father barked, causing me to grit my teeth. I never once knew him to speak to me in a kind voice. Everything about him was abrasive and set me on edge.
Knowing I had to acknowledge him at some point, I turned and took off my wool coat, handing it to my father’s butler, Thomas. Composing myself, I followed the sound of his voice to his study where he already had a cigar lit as he looked through some documents.
“Yes?”
“John Wallace will be here soon. I need you to look after him for me.”
I gritted my teeth, knowing what was coming. “Sure.”
His eyes met mine in a hostile way that would have scared any board member, but I was used to him. “Not sure. Before Michael’s death, Wallace and I were on the verge of merging our companies. We would be the largest corporation on the east coast!” he said, slapping his hand down on his desk.
“You can still have that.”
“You know the stipulations of merging our companies.”
I did, and my brother had readily agreed. It was a gentleman’s game, one in which the merging of companies was sealed with a marriage. It didn’t make sense. Those old fashioned values, the days where a handshake was as good as your word were long over. Any deal could be made now under the right conditions without having to sacrifice your happiness.
“I’m not marrying his daughter.”
“Kimberley is a very nice woman.”
I rolled my eyes at his description. The last time I had seen her, she was meek and boring. Not to mention, her looks left a lot to be desired. Her dirty blonde hair was always a frizzy mess, and the freckles sprinkled over her nose made me think of Orphan Annie. I wasn’t the type of man to judge a woman solely on looks, but I did think there had to be an element of attraction. But above all that, I wanted to like being in the company of my wife. An arranged marriage wasn’t at all a guarantee of happiness.
“She may be nice, but I will not be forced into marriage. I’m not Michael.”
He scoffed at that, his disappointment in me obvious. “I’m well aware that you are not your brother. You prove it to me every day you defy me.”
“And you thought the day of his funeral was the perfect time to bring this up? You can’t even let us mourn him before you shove me off on his fiancé?”
“Business never sleeps. If we don’t move on this now, he’ll make a deal with the Connelly Group. That family is ruthless. If he makes a deal with them, we’ll never expand the way we need to. Is that what you want, for our company to limp along?”
I found it funny that he thought the Connellys were ruthless, when he was planning my marriage on the day of my brother’s funeral. My father was one of the most hated businessmen in the city. People despised working with him because of how unforgiving he could be in a business deal. For that reason alone, I wanted nothing to do with the company.
“I will not marry her,” I said forcefully, my fists clenching hard as I stared him down.
He stood from his desk, buttoning his suit jacket as he walked around to confront me. “It’s a requirement for you to take your place as CEO.”
I huffed out a laugh at that. “We both know I won’t be CEO. You will run the company until you’re dead.”
“But the board needs a fresh face, which is why I was voted out in place of your brother. But make no mistake, the company is run by me.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“Then you know you need my approval to take over.”
“I’m not looking for your approval. This isn’t the life I want. I will never run this company,” I said, turning for the door.
“Then they’ll vote in Jerry Wright.”



Her tire was low, so I followed her.
And when Jack didn’t check up on her, I followed her again.
I also ran into her at the grocery store.
I’m not a stalker.
I take my job as a police officer seriously, and that includes protecting citizens when they don’t see the danger.
I just never thought I would be called out in front of her, or require her services after an injury. I also never thought I would fall for her. But the game has No Limit and I’m all in.

