Nauti Temptress (Nauti Girls 1)

A year of investigation and still they hadn’t figured out which of Eve’s friends could possibly know about the thefts, let alone know why the files were being stolen.

“What are you going to do?” Dawg murmured, as he seemed to still be studying the death spread across the porch.

Timothy was still silent, but the calculating rage that burned in his eyes assured Brogan that his silence didn’t bode well for whoever was behind the bloody mess Mercedes had walked out to.

“Go hunting,” Brogan answered just as quietly. “For fox.”

SEVEN

Brogan and his partners, Jedediah and Eli, entered the house Donny and Sandi shared in the mountains. There was no proof that the two were behind the destruction of the animals Mercedes and Eve had raised, but as they neared the bedroom, Brogan heard all the proof he needed.

Pausing outside the door, Brogan listened to them gloating about the blood the rabbits had shed and the mess they made. They had often seen Eve petting them and letting them out into the wire enclosure where she played with them.

That made their crime much worse, because they believed the rabbits were Eve’s pets.

“Did you see how horrified she was?” Sandi drawled. “I thought she was going to puke.” The obviously fake sympathy in her tone had his fists clenching in rage.

“Now, that would have been a real mess,” Donny drawled.

Brogan could feel fury boiling inside him, white-hot and destructive; Eve would have never struck out at Sandi in such a way, no matter what she had done.

But Sandi had killed what she believed were pets, because Eve had bested her in a fight.

Pulling his mask into place, Brogan looked at Jed and Eli where they had taken position across from him. Holding up three fingers to indicate three seconds before bursting into the room, he counted down.

Three.

Two.

One.

Eli went in first.

With a hard kick from Eli’s size-twelve boot, the bedroom door flew off the hinges as he and Jed rushed into the room and grabbed a nearly naked, clearly shocked Sandi from the bed.

In a second flat Sandi was restrained, her hands secured to the wooden arms of a nearby chair, her eyes wide as she stared up at Eli in mortal fear while Jed took his position on the far wall, the short, lethal barrel of the automatic weapon trained on her.

Donny just played stupid.

The little bastard actually thought he was tough enough to take his attackers on, and threw a punch at Brogan’s jaw.

Brogan bitch-smacked him—an insulting backhanded slap across the face, as Sandi had used on Eve. He’d been enraged when he’d seen Sandi deliver that blow to Eve’s face. He wondered how well Donny enjoyed the same insult.

The other man fell against the wall from the slight force. Hell, this wasn’t going to be any fun—

Brogan smiled in delight as Donny straightened.

Maybe the little bastard had some fight in him after all. He damn sure had a wicked as hell bowie knife. Brogan had half suspected he’d gotten his nickname from Poppa Bear for just this reason.

“I know who you are,” Donny screeched, the high-pitched cry sounding a little girlish. “I’m gonna cut you, Brogan; I’m gonna cut you bad.”

Give me a break.

Chuckling, Brogan smiled back at the other man with confident mockery before lifting his hand and curling his fingers in an insulting “come on” wave.

“Fucking cunt,” Donny screamed as he took a swipe at Brogan’s midsection.

Brogan moved back easily, testing Donny’s abilities once or twice. The blade actually came a little too close for comfort as he got a feel for Donny’s actual experience.