(Reed Security, #22)
Publication date: April 13th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Becky is life. She’s the sunshine that lights up my world. But for some reason, I just can’t seem to fully commit. Everything in my head is screwing with me, and if I don’t figure it out soon, I’ll lose her. And to make matters worse, my sweet angel of a daughter has turned into a rebellious seventeen year old that is doing everything in her power to kill me. Something’s gotta give or I’m going to lose everything I’ve fought for in my life.
Coop has always been a mystery, but he was my mystery. Now, though, I can’t take any more. I want him, but I want all of him. If he can’t let me in, I can’t stick around. I need the whole man, not just the pieces he’s willing to give me. But even if I get him, can I hold onto him? He’s the one thing I want most in this world, but I have a feeling that things aren’t going to go my way.
“You want to do what?” Storm asked.
“We’re going to scare the shit out of Kayla.”
“And why would we do that?” Tacoman asked.
“Because she’s breaking the fucking rules, and one of these times, it’s not going to turn out so well for her.”
Storm shoved his gun in his holster and then strapped on his knife. Tacocheese was putting on his vest. “I’m still not seeing what you hope to accomplish,” Storm grumbled.
“Hey, Thunders, when you have kids, you’ll understand.”
“Kids? Ha, never gonna happen. Troublemakers, all of them.”
“Exactly. The plan is, we’ll surround the house and then storm in, scaring the shit out of Kayla and whoever she’s with.”
“You want us to storm someone’s house?” Tacoman shook his head. “Not happening. You’re gonna get us all arrested.”
“We have Sean on speed dial. It’ll be fine.”
“No, I’m pretty sure we’re all gonna end up in jail.”
I glared at Tachocheese. “Are you a man or a pussy?”
“If this was your kid, sneaking out of the house at all hours, showing up at someone else’s house, someone you have no fucking clue about, wouldn’t you do anything you could to make sure that she thought twice about ever doing something so stupid again?”
“I don’t know. I think I’d let it play out and see what she’s up to.”
“And that’s the difference between us. I’m not leaving my kid in a potentially dangerous situation that could get her killed. What if she’s with a rapist right now and doesn’t even know it? They hide in plain sight, hunting the weak.”
“But Kayla’s not weak,” Storm pointed out.
“Doesn’t matter. She’s inexperienced. Anyone can see that and they will use it against her.”
“I still think this is fucking ridiculous,” he grumbled as he strapped on the last of his gear.
“Rob, come in,” I said over coms.
“I read you loud and clear.”
“Send me the address. We’re heading out.”
We headed for the SUV and climbed in. I was driving because I was pissed and needed control over something right now. It was a short drive into town. I parked a block away from the address and hurried down the street, sticking to the shadows.
“Alright, Storm, you head for the back door. Tacocheese, you’ve got the garage door. I’ll take the front. I want all the information we can before we enter. If you see the target in trouble, we move in right away.”
“Just for the record, I don’t think Kayla would like being called a target,” Storm said. I slapped him upside the head, ignoring his scowl.
“Let’s move out.”
I made my way through the bushes to the front door, peeking inside the windows as I went. I was just about to get in position when I saw her move through the house, laughing at some asshole that was trying to grab at her. I saw red.
“Target acquired. Everyone in position.”
I tested the front door, checking to see if it was locked. It was. At least I knew she was trying to remain safe indoors.
“Copy that,” Storm said. “Ready to storm this nice suburban house.”
“Yeah,” Tacocheese grumbled. “I’m ready for jail.”
I kicked at the door twice and then gave a final boot to the door and watched it swing wide open, banging against the wall. I saw the look of shock on Kayla’s face as I moved into the living room and cleared the area. The asshole moved in front of her, trying to protect her. Wrong fucking move.
“Down on your knees,” I shouted, pointing my gun at him. I knew that Tony Tacos and Storm were clearing the rest of the house, so I kept my gun trained on this asshole. He slowly moved to his knees, but my girl stood tall, refusing to get down. Obviously, she knew who I was. She would recognize the gear anywhere.
“Kayla, baby, get down. Just do as he says.”
“No,” she said defiantly.
I walked forward slowly and placed my boot right over the fucker’s fingers, slowly lowering the weight of my body on top of his hand. He screamed in agony, but I remained staring at Kayla.
“Still want to stay standing?” I asked her.
“You’re being an asshole,” she shouted.
“An asshole,” I repeated, lifting my boot just enough to kick the fucker in the side. He tipped over, holding his side and gasping for air. Kayla stared at me incredulously.
“What are you doing? You’re gonna get thrown in jail!”
“Kayla,” the fucker whimpered. “Just do as he says.”
I waited for her to listen, but my defiant little girl just wouldn’t do it. I quickly snatched him off the floor and held him against my body, my arm wrapped around his throat. Tony Tacos and Storm entered the room, both with wide eyes.
“Oh shit,” Tacos grumbled. “We’re so going to jail.”
“Should I call Cap?” Storm asked.
“He would do the same fucking thing if it was Caitlin,” Tony answered.
“Just…don’t kill him,” Storm said, narrowing his eyes at me.
I grinned maniacally. “I’ll take that into consideration.” I turned to the kid, whispering in his ear. “Have you ever felt the sting of a really sharp blade against your neck?” He shook his head wildly. “That’s a shame. It’s really a very…exciting feeling. Let me show you.”
I pulled out my knife and slid it ever so slowly against his neck, not actually putting him in any danger. I was quite good with a knife and there was no chance that I would accidentally nick him.
“Doesn’t it make you feel alive?”
He shook his head slightly.
“Dad, would you stop fucking with him?” Kayla said in exasperation.
“Dad? This is your dad?” the fucker shouted.
“Nice to meet you. You can call me Mr. Cooper.”
I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.