Page 10 of Wrecked
Hawk was pissed. He’d been hanging with his guys after a balls-to-the-wall week of grueling training. The last thing he wanted to do was work.
Turned out, he didn’t have a choice.
“What?” Addison asked. “What problem?”
“Head back to the compound,” Cooper said. “I’ll let Danielle know I’m leaving and I’ll meet you in the mission room.” Cooper took off toward his fiancée, leaving Hawk and Addison alone.
“I can’t fucking believe this,” Hawk spat out. “You done eating?”
“Yeah,” she replied. “Can you tell me something? Anything?”
“I’ve been tasked with a mission,” Hawk murmured. “And I need your help.”
“Who else is coming with us?”
“No one.”
Cooper walked over to them. “What the hell are you still doing here? I thought you’d be out the door already. We gotta go.”
The three of them hurried out as the last glimmers of day inched below the horizon.
Cooper jumped in his SUV. Hawk and Addison slid into the Mercedes. Hawk pulled out of the parking lot while Addison got busy on her phone.
“I just canceled my party plans,” she said. “Did you pull me for this because you didn’t want me going to that cosplay party?”
After jumping on Route 50, Hawk hit the gas. “You gotta be kidding me. When have I ever been up in your business? You own a cosplay club, for chrissakes.”
“Right, sorry.” She sighed. “What’s the job?”
“Cooper got word that the Festival Shooter is in Ocean City.”
“Isn’t this a job for Jericho? Don’t we need a sniper?”
“Sniper shot from a helicopter above a huge crowd is too risky. Coop needs the perp taken out in his hotel room.”
“I’ve been drinking.”
“How much?”
“A shot and a beer.”
“We’ve all been drinking,” he replied.
As he glanced over at her, a car cut him off. Hawk slammed on the brakes, swerved into the other lane. The other car’s brake lights went on, the vehicle’s driver waited for Hawk to pull alongside him.
“We don’t need this,” Hawk bit out.
He and Addison glanced over. Despite the darkness, the driver was screaming at Hawk and pointing his finger at him.
“I’m gonna take this exit and—”
“He’s got a gun,” Addison said. “And I’m not armed.”
“Neither am I.”
Hawk jumped onto the exit ramp, pulled onto the shoulder, and hit the brakes. Addison glanced out the back as he tapped the button while the convertible top rose up over them, blanketing them in darkness.
“He’s gone,” Addison said. “That was insane.”
