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Chapter 4: Chapter 4: CONNOR

Back at the compound where I lived with the men, I considered my brothers. I got ready for the day. I was getting a bit of a late start which none of the nosy fucks let me forget as they tried sticking their noses in my business as soon as I caught up with them.

I was prepared for their shit, which I knew would be forthcoming. I'm the one always saying this relationship shit wasn't for me. I wasn't against it for others, but it just wasn't for me.

Now I would be the first to take the plunge. I wonder if I should let them in on just what the fuck was in store for them when their time came?

This all-consuming obsession that fucking ties you up in knots and owns your ass. I think I've become part bitch overnight or some shit. What the fuck am I thinking?

"Fuck Connor, you smell like a bitch."

"Fuck you, Zak." I smacked him behind the head as I went by on my way to the coffee. The other five assholes were all staring at me like I was some sort of anomaly.

"Fuck bro, I know that scent." Logan sniffed the air around me. He better not know that fucking scent.

"What the fuck! You assholes don't have anything better to do? We suddenly cleaned up the streets, and we're having an off day?"

"Whose scent is it, Logan?"

"I can't put my finger on it, Quinn, but I know it." He looked like he was really giving it some serious thought. If anyone could sniff out what's going on, it would be my brothers in arms.

Seven ex SEALs who'd spent the last ten years together both on duty and off. We were closer than most brothers of blood. Just this once, though, I wish they would mind their own damn business. I wasn't quite ready to share yet. I wanted to savor the newness of it first before life intruded. I sound like a bitch.

"If you're through sniffing my ass, maybe you girls want to fill me in on how things went last night?" Anything to get the meddling fucks off the scent.

Everyone grew serious because what was going on in our little burgh was no laughing matter. Some fuck was using our backyard to traffic drugs and what we suspected might be worse, or so it seemed. So far, we haven't been able to find anything but suspicions were high.

Our little town in Georgia was a perfect little out-of-the-way haven. Its close proximity to the water and underground caves, along with some other shit that we had yet to explore, made it the perfect venue for criminals of a certain ilk.

We knew from experience that these were the perfect breeding grounds for some serious shit. Out of the way, not really on anyone's radar. It was the ideal spot to carry out all manner of criminal activities.

We'd scoped out the area first thing to make sure we had our flanks covered from all angles. Yeah, it was a bit over the top bordering on paranoid, but we believed in better safe than sorry.

There hadn't been any red flags, but that had been almost two and a half years ago. Though we'd seen the potential for some shit if someone was of the mind to go that route.

It would appear some enterprising soul had reached that same conclusion and was now making good on it. What they didn't know was that there were now seven ex SEALs taking up residence here who were not about to let that shit happen.

We've only been here less than a year. None of us had ever lived in this town before, so we were new to the area. No one knew who the fuck we were, and of course, seven grown men descending on them out of nowhere must've been food for the fodder.

There were whispers and speculation, of course, but since we never answered any questions other than our names, the town's people had learned not to ask.

What conclusions they'd drawn on their own was anyone's guess, but we weren't really interested in that shit either. We just wanted to get settled in and do our thing while being left the fuck alone.

Bikes and tats put fear in people, but if someone wanted to pass judgment without having all the facts that was on them. So far, no one had approached us with any bullshit, and we hoped to keep it that way.

The way I see it, we didn't go around asking people who the fuck they were, so they should give us the same courtesy. This was home now, one we planned to make ours, and we'll fit in in our own way the way we always did.

***

We'd all grown up in different parts of the country, but our old commander had been from right here, born and raised. When he'd died three years ago.

For some fucked up reason, he'd left this land and all his earthly possessions to the seven of us. It had made our decision when the time came for early retirement that much easier.

As members of the same team, we'd each put in a few more years of service, but we'd all known from day one that we were going to not only keep the land but we were also going to make this town our home.

Not really having any ties to any one place, it was easy for us to make that decision. After years of eating, sleeping, and fighting together, we knew each other inside and out and trusted one another to have each other's backs. So it only made sense that we would stay close to each other when we came back to civilian life.

Two years ago, we'd drawn up plans for what we wanted to do. The one thing we all knew for certain was that we wanted to stay together. There was more than enough land for the houses we wanted to build. The first thing we'd done was build up a high wall around the perimeter, so no one knew what was going on inside.

The town's people thought it was some new development going up, but we'd cordoned it off to start construction on the homes we were going to have built, and since we were still on active duty, then we didn't want to leave the place unprotected. Not the most trusting motherfuckers I know, but we trusted no one except each other.

Construction had been started six months later, with each of us getting two acres. We situated our homes in such a way that they were literally right next door to each other.

The land was in the back and to the front, but. Off a ways from the houses, we'd built our office. It's where we were planning to run our construction firm.

We'd decided a long time ago, even before our commander had been so generous, that when we left the service, this is what we would most likely be interested in.

We could easily have gone into security or something of the like, but after years spent securing sea, air, and land, we pretty much wanted out.


Chapter 5: Chapter 5: CONNOR

The houses were done in a year and a half. We couldn't do everything ourselves because of our duties, but we'd worked on each other's places when we had downtime, and that had sped up the process quite a bit.

Six months after we'd settled in and hung out our shingle, so to speak, we'd caught wind of the shit that was going on around us.

There's no way in hell we're going to let shit like that take root in our backyard. After years of fighting and danger, the name of the game was peace and quiet.

Now for me, that shit had been amped up a notch. I have a woman to protect. I don't want this shit anywhere near her, so the sooner we got to the bottom of whatever this was, the better.

The town's people, after realizing that we weren't here to start shit, had pretty much accepted us with open arms. Well, most of them had anyway, and as far as they knew, we were navy men. No one knew what faction we'd been working for, as that shit tended to be top secret for good reason.

Most of them probably still thought we were a biker gang, which we weren't. We just loved to ride. I could understand how seven rough-looking fuckers all over six feet tall with tats might give them that idea, but we were on some other shit.

Though we were in the midst of a recession with our connections and the Commander's which he'd hooked us up with through papers he'd left behind, we already had some sweet jobs lined up to do construction on government buildings, among other things.

If things kept up and the government didn't fuck up the economy anymore than it already had, we stood to stay in the black for a long time to come.

These days we did a whole other kind of demolition, and I don't think any of us missed the other. War is hell. Now with this new development, we were spending our nights doing recon and shit. I guess old habits died hard.

Whoever was behind it was proving to be a wily fuck, though, because so far, we had nothing. It wasn't easy for seven men on bikes riding the streets at night to be conspicuous, especially in a town where the biggest action was bingo night at the lodge.

Everyone wanted to know everything all the time. Those who'd accepted us were mostly part of the older crowd who'd known the commander, and they mostly wanted to talk about our navy days, which was usually a short conversation unless we made shit up.

We couldn't share the shit we'd done with anyone, but the old guys still liked hanging around us. We'd started hanging out at the local bar to keep our ears and eyes open, but so far, we hadn't seen any unknowns coming and going, which led us to believe it was a local doing this shit.

"So, did we find anything last night or not?"

"We think we're closing in on a few hot spots, but right now, the fuckers are proving to be a little slippery."

Logan passed me a plate of eggs and bacon. For now, since there were no women in our mix, we all tended to gather at one house for meals. Today was Logan's turn for breakfast duty.

I guess to some; it might seem strange for seven grown men to be this close. We pretty much did everything together. But after spending so many years together in some of the most fucked up situations imaginable, we were comfortable with each other.

We ate meals together we hung out together; it was very rare to find one of us alone without the others. We'll never outgrow that pack mentality, I guess. I don't think any of us would know how to be any other way at this late stage in the game. We were in it for life.

***

This whole business with the trafficking thing was a bother that none of us wanted to deal with. We were all just looking to settle down and enjoy the fruits of our labor away from the fuckery.

The old guy who'd first come to us with his suspicions didn't have too much information, but he had enough to peak our interest.

An old pal of the Commander's, he knew a little more about who we were than the rest of the town, so he knew we would want to know about that kind of action in our own backyard.

We'd cautioned him to stay quiet about the things he'd shared with us because we had no idea who or what we were dealing with yet. These characters didn't take too kindly to folks sticking their nose in their shit.

And in our experience, you could never be too careful. Sometimes the least likely suspect turned out to be the guilty party.

He and a few of his friends who hung out down at the lodge swears there's some kind of gang activity afoot. Strange men in and out of town in the last few months and lots of foot action down on the old boardwalk after dark.

He'd reported some type of vessel coming and going at strange hours every few weeks or so. It all spelled trouble to us, but we tried to play it down so as not to scare the old guys half to death.

They all fashioned themselves as PIs or some shit. So to keep them from getting caught up in something that might get them hurt or worse, we'd promised to look into things.

I'm not sure they'd heed us about keeping their noses out of it, though. These men were die-hard patriots who had lots of pride in their little burgh, where most of them had spent their entire lives.

I could see why they loved the place so much. It was quaint and still full of old-world charm. The old homes here were as old as the city; those old antebellum structures that conjured up visions of lawn parties and ladies in period dress. That's how I see Danielle. That old-world genteel beauty and grace seemed ingrained in her.

"Huh, the old guy said he thought they were using the old boardwalk; anything show up there yet?"

"Nope, we checked over every part of that place, and there was nothing. We do have that list, though, and we're still working down the line; we'll get something. So you wanna tell your brothers why you smell like roses?" Logan grinned as the others chimed in.

"Connor, you got laid?" Zak is such an ass; my glare didn't keep his big mouth shut. They all kept trying to figure it out.

"You fucks wanna mind your own damn business?" Damn, it's like we were in a hole in the desert playing the waiting game.

Waiting to blow some fuck's head off his body for being stupid, and there was nothing to do but talk shit to and about each other to kill time. I sniffed myself to see just how strong her scent was on me. Fuck.

"Danielle Dupre." Logan snapped the front legs of the chair he'd been leaning back in back into place with a thud.

"Fuck Logan." I gave him a hard glare. How the fuck did he sniff that shit out? I calmed a little when I remembered that that's how she'd first caught me. It was her scent that had brought her under my radar. After that, it hadn't been hard for the rest of her to reel my ass in.


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