“You put your gun down,” Harley countered, “or your partner here gets his dick blown off.” Sure her assailant was not going to move, Harley kept one hand on the trigger in his crotch and aimed her weapon at the approaching man.
“Back the fuck up!” The man sniveled.
The approaching man started yelling in Spanish. The man in front of her started yelling as well. Harley yelled also for all of them to shut up. “Everyone, freeze,” she yelled.
“Put the gun down first.”
“No, you put the gun down and stay where you are.”
“Damn it woman, put the gun down and step away.”
The footsteps to her right began running toward them. With no other choice, Harley yanked the Glock out of the man’s waistband and kneed him in the balls with such force he crumpled to the ground screaming for the man down at the end of the alley to put his weapon down. With no threat in front of her, Harley raised a gun in each hand and pointed in both directions.
“Special Tasks Bureau! Put your weapon down!”
Sure she’d yelled it first; Harley shook her head, trying to get the male voice out of her head echoing the same exact words. The footsteps stopped. To her right, the geek came into view, holding a chain and a badge around his neck. She immediately recognized the emblem. “What the hell is going on here?”
Dante appeared to her right, his face dumbstruck. “You’re a fucking agent?”
Chapter 11
“Yeah, and so are you.” Harley acknowledged him with a carefree head nod. So busy waving her pea-shooter at him she hadn’t noticed the asshole she kneed in the nuts trying to get up.
The back alley behind Ignacio’s set up for an ominous confrontation. The brick walls seeped with moisture from the ocean water. Next door, the booming music at the night club, Raul’s, thumped through the air. A fizzling street light gave just a vision, enough to witness Harley’s expertise.
Dante shook his head, his eyes crinkled at the corners. Anger fueled him with each step forward watching as she refused to lower her weapon as he approached. He grabbed her wrist and held it off to his left while he kicked the jerk on the ground in the ribs.
“What the fuck, Dante, your girlfriend made me blow my cover!”
His roommate from the Heights growled with annoyance. Six months of undercover work blown in one evening. Honestly, Dante assumed his cover had been blown at Alfaro’s, but seeing him here tonight with one of Alfaro’s goons, things hadn’t gone awry yesterday.
“Wife,” Dante corrected. “And we can take care of this guy right now,” he pulled out his 9mm.
Harley’s eyes widened, “You said no weapons!”
“Pot, meet Kettle,” he countered with a shake of her wrist. “What the fuck are you doing with this and more importantly what the fuck are you doing being an agent?”
“I’m trying to do my job,” Harley pulled her wrist from his grip, “but you idiots keep getting in my way.”
“What job?” Dante and Tito barked.
“Well,” she started off, already her voice dripped with sarcasm, “I needed to get close to Christopher Alfaro but you guys ruined my chance,” with her heel, she kicked the man in front of her.
Dante studied her in disbelief. Did she plan on getting caught at Alfaro’s place, to get close to him? Were all those smiles flirts? With him sitting right there? His
brows drew together with more anger. “Why aren’t you surprised I’m an agent?”
She gave him a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders and slipped her .22 into the handbag she’d wedged under her arm. “I found out about you the day after we got married.”
“Yo, you married this broad?” Tito asked, not too wisely of him considering she still had the perp’s gun in her other hand pointed at him. Tito raised his weapon. “All right, poor choice in words, I’ve been around Alfaro’s men too long.”
“Find a way in for me and I’ll gladly trade places with you.”
“Like hell you’re going anywhere near Alfaro’s men. Leonardo’s working with him.” Most women gladly took the orders he gave them. Harley took his with a dismissive laugh. Once again his confidence faltered. What in the hell? Overly confident with the ability to back up everything he said, this was his shtick. “I’m serious, Harley.”
“And?” Harley lowered her weapon from Tito’s direction.
“Leonardo and Alfaro are already here,” Tito said. “They brought us.”