Riding on Instinct
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No such luck. He gathered her into his arms and plunged his tongue inside her mouth, ravaging her lips with a deep kiss that utterly revolted her. Jerry was a young, good-looking guy with a great body, but he was also a criminal. That alone repelled her. Yet she still had to do her job, so she kissed him back, trying to envision herself in Spence’s arms, with Spence touching her. That made it easier, though Jerry didn’t touch her or kiss her like Spence did. There was no finesse, no passion between them like there was between her and Spence. Her heart, her emotions, weren’t invested. That made all the difference.
She didn’t love Jerry like she loved Spence. She whimpered.
“Oh, yeah,” Jerry murmured against her lips, thinking she whimpered because of his kiss and his touch.
He was so wrong. And when he reached up to slide his hand inside her shirt and pinch her nipple, she drew back. There was only so much she’d allow.
“I think we—”
She was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Fuck!” Jerry stood and looked down at his watch, then smiled at her. “Whoever it is, I’ll get rid of them.”
She turned on the chaise and watched as he unlocked and opened the door. A young guy came rushing in.
“It’s on.”
Jerry shot a gaze over his shoulder. “I have company.”
“Oh. Sorry. But I need to talk to you. Now.”
“I told you I’d call you. We’ll talk later.”
The guy was jittery, balancing back and forth on the balls of his feet, his hands jammed into the pocket of his baggy jeans. He wore a ball cap and had on a jacket that looked like it was two sizes two big for him. He was young, midtwenties maybe. Shadoe had seen him in the club before, had talked to him after her show. But he wasn’t one of the dockworkers, at least not one she’d seen that day. This guy might be DeLaud’s contact for the drug deal.
Jerry dragged his fingers through his hair, looked at Shadoe, then back at the guy. “Now?”
The guy nodded, leaned in, and whispered. But Shadoe caught what he’d said.
“The launch has already docked beside the ship. They’re ready to transfer.”
Shadoe stood. “Should I leave?” She did her best to affect a disappointed pout.
Jerry held up his hand. “No. Give me a second to think. My appointment is just earlier than I thought it would be.”
Perfect. “I could go with you, then maybe we could take a ride in your car.” Men loved car sex. It was public and naughty.
His lips lifted. “If you don’t mind waiting in the car while I have a short meeting . . .”
She shrugged. “I don’t mind at all. As long as we bring the champagne with us.” She grinned.
He smiled back. “Okay, then.” He turned to the guy. “I’ll meet you there.”
The guy took off and DeLaud grabbed his keys. Shadoe picked up her purse and met him at the door.
“Thank you for being so understanding.”
She pressed a kiss to his lips. “I don’t mind at all. You’re worth waiting for.”
She knew where they were going.
To the docks. The deal was about to go down.
SEVENTEEN
THEY ARRIVED AT THE DOCK GATES AND JERRY TURNED TO HER. “This won’t take long. Just a mix-up with import paperwork and it needs to be taken care of before the shipment departs.”
She held up the bottle in her hands. “My friend and I will be fine here. Don’t worry about it.” She poured more champagne into her glass and kicked off her shoes, purposefully let her skirt ride up, giving him a shot of her G-string. He took a long look between her legs, leaned in to give her a kiss, closed the door, and headed toward a building near the gates, then was swallowed up by the darkness. Damn, she wished she could see where he was.
As soon as he was out of eyesight, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Spence’s number.
“We’ve got you covered. We’re just outside the dock fences, east of your location.”
They must have followed her the entire time. The jitters in her stomach relaxed.
“They went on board a red and white ship named The Royale.”
“You’re f**king insane for leaving with him.”
She ignored his irritation. “I had an opening to go with him and I took it. I think the deal is going down right now so hurry your ass up and get over here.”
“On our way.”
She stepped out of the car and spotted Spence giving her a short wave. He had hidden behind a set of tall piers. Dammit, she really wished she had her jeans and flat shoes on instead of a miniskirt and stilettos. She kicked off her shoes and left them, then went running in her bare feet, thankful she didn’t have to do it on gravel. She ducked down beside Spence.
“Where are AJ and Pax?”
“They’ve moved to the other side. DeLaud and his friends are on the ship. Pax said they moved up the gangplank and went inside.”
“They didn’t see you?”
“Please. We’re using high-powered binoculars to track them.”
Okay, so they knew what they were doing. “Do we know who else is on board?”
“Unknown.”
She nodded, figuring there would be variables involved. “What about calling the other Feds in?”
“After we know for sure the deal is going down. Not until then.”
“I disagree. What if there are fifty men on board? The four of us can’t handle that many alone.”
“Feds are on standby and have been all week, ready to roll at a moment’s notice. If I give the signal that we need backup, they’ll be here.”
She still didn’t like it, but understood the need to wait. If they sent in the Feds before confirming the deal was actually in progress, they’d lose credibility—and the opportunity to nab DeLaud. They knew more than they had a few days ago—the possible rogue agent and the ship responsible—but they still had to lie low to see what happened.
The deal was going down early. The shipment wasn’t supposed to be in until this weekend at the earliest. The timing was thrown off. Maybe that’s how DeLaud and the Colombians got these deals and shipments in, throwing off timetables and expectations and giving the Feds the runaround, making them show up at the wrong time, after the deal had already gone down and the shipment had been off-loaded, distributed, and the ship had left port.
She wondered how DeLaud planned to bypass all the security and get the shipment of drugs off without being caught.
When three couples came down the gangplank, she had her answer.
Decoys. Shipyard security went over to investigate them. Shadoe recognized the girls from the strip club—they had auditioned for Brandon the other day, so they were new and no doubt plants put in there by DeLaud.
The girls did a fine job distracting security, flirting with the guards. The guys were belligerent, the girls acting like drunken partiers who were there just to have a good time with their boyfriends. It was innocent but out of hand and security had to call for backup, which meant the yard wasn’t being covered like it should. Shadoe could hear security arguing about how they weren’t supposed to be on board the ship, the guys saying they wanted to give their girlfriends a tour, the girls trying to act innocent and laughing.
“They’re unloading the shipment somewhere else,” Spence said.
Shadoe nodded. “Probably off the side of the ship. The guy who came to the door said the launch was in place and the shipment was ready to be off-loaded. My guess would be a waiting boat.”
Spence took off like a rocket; the rest of them followed, not easy to do since the last thing they wanted was to capture security’s attention. They had to run all the way to the end of the docks, then head up toward the water.
“We’re going to have to cut through this fence,” Spence said.
AJ reached into his cargo pants. “Not a problem.”
Shadoe arched a brow at the tiny bolt cutters no bigger than a set of pliers. “You think those are going to cut through this thick fence?”
AJ didn’t bother to look up. “I know so.”
He was right. It took less than a minute and he was through. He then cut a hole large enough for them to fit through, which they had to do carefully so the sharp pieces wouldn’t cut skin or clothing. Pax held the top while they eased through the opening. When they were through, they pulled the fence closed so it wouldn’t look cut.
“Head back this way.”
They followed Spence along the narrow dock barely wide enough for one person. Shadoe could see the ship ahead. In the dark, it was hard to tell what was going on.
Until they got close enough to see a black boat moored alongside it, a rope ladder connecting it to the ship’s rails above. They weren’t using any kind of light, so Shadoe had to squint to make out the action.
“I see movement above,” AJ said, crouching down and pointing, sending them all into a sudden halt and scramble for cover.
Someone came down the rope hauling a bag strapped to his shoulder.
Filled with drugs, no doubt. They dumped the bag once they got about ten feet to the boat, then scrambled back up the ladder.
“I’m alerting the Feds. We don’t have confirmation this is the drug shipment, but whatever they’re doing here, it can’t be legal.”
Spence pulled his phone and made the call.
Now they just had to make sure these guys didn’t leave before the Feds showed up.
“I’ve got an idea,” Shadoe said. “I’ll head around front and go looking for Jerry. It’ll alert security that there’s someone on board.”
Spence paused, then nodded. “It’s plausible enough. Go. I’ll back you up.” He looked to AJ and Pax. “Make sure that boat doesn’t leave.”
Pax narrowed his gaze at the black beauty bobbing in the water. “Done.”
Spence and Shadoe snuck down the back dock, then once they turned the corner and made their way through the cut fence, she took off in a run to get back to the car. She turned toward Spence as she slipped her shoes back on and straightened her skirt, then grabbed her purse. “Okay, I’m going in.”
“You be careful. Don’t do anything stupid.”
“I’m not planning on it. I just want to cause a ruckus so we can capture DeLaud’s attention and delay things a bit.”
He nodded and pulled his piece out of the back of his pants. “If anything goes wrong, you duck.”
She patted her purse. “If anything goes wrong, I intend to be the first one to start shooting.”
She moved around the car and headed toward the shack, then through the open gate. It took awhile for security to notice her, since they were still trying to sort out the mess with the group already there. She decided to announce her arrival.
“Jerry! Oh, Jerry, are you in here somewhere?”
She tried to be as loud as she could, and weaved side to side for effect, so maybe security would think she was drunk.
That got their attention. They turned and headed in her direction. “Ma’am? Ma’am, you can’t be here. This area is off-limits.”
She stopped and pursed her lips. “But my boyfriend is on that ship and he told me to wait. And I waited a really long time and he hasn’t come out yet and now I have to pee.”
One of the men frowned. “He’s on what ship?”
She pointed. “That pretty red and white one?”
“Is he the captain?”
She giggled and hiccupped. “Nope. He’s a . . . importer or somethin’. Said he had a meeting. Can I go somewhere and pee now?”
The first guy called to the second guy; they bent their heads and whispered and there was a lot of finger-pointing to her, then to the ship. Then they got on their walkie-talkies and rapid-fire conversation ensued. The group behind them started to look really nervous, and began to tiptoe their way to the nearest exit.
“Hey guys, those people are leaving. Do they know where the bathroom is?”
One of the security guards pivoted, pulled his weapon, and ordered the six to freeze and hit the ground. They did. Shadoe tried not to smile.
“Uh-oh. Are they in trouble? And, sir, I still have to pee.”
“Ma’am, I can’t help you right now. Please leave this area immediately.”
She supposed security had more pressing matters than finding a drunken stripper a bathroom, because they hightailed it toward the ship and rocketed up the gangplank. Which was fine with Shadoe, because she was going with them. She saw Spence pull out of his hiding spot near the building and she met up with him after kicking her shoes off.
“Not sure how well trained these security guards are, but I’ll bet whoever is inside has better weapons than they do.”
She nodded at Spence as they ran up the gangplank. She pulled her badge and her gun and discarded her empty purse, hoping like hell they could pull off this arrest without anyone dying in the process.
She heard voices. Spence got in front of her and she followed his lead up a set of stairs and onto the main deck. They stayed low so they couldn’t be seen, but they could hear.
Security hadn’t had much luck, and had run into DeLaud and his friends. Shadoe peeked up above the metal rim of the captain’s bridge to see a group of six men holding guns on the entire security team.
Not good. DeLaud said something to his guys in rapid-fire Spanish, and they pointed their weapons to the stairs on the other side of the bridge. Security, hands held high, began to descend. Spence looked over at her, then motioned with his head behind her. She pivoted and saw AJ and Pax coming up the other side.
Four of them versus a horde of bad guys. Where were the Feds? She tapped her wrist and Spence held up five fingers.