Hetch (Men OF S.W.A.T #1)(47)

“Mmhmm,” he answers, his tongue swirling over the pulse point in my neck. “’Specially missed this. Missed seeing you come to life.” His words in the intimacy of the moment stir a wave of warmth within me and push me further into his spell.

“Jesus, Hetch. You’ve barely touched me and I feel like I’m about to explode.” I try to push him away, but he doesn’t allow it.

“Go out with me tomorrow night.” He pauses, more unsure than I’ve ever seen him before.

“Like a date?” I ask, my growing smile pauses, my heart fluttering faster.

“Yeah, like a date. You, me, food.” He kisses me again, this time, harder.

“Okay,” I answer when he pulls back.

“Okay.” He smiles, giving me his dimples, and for the split second like every other second Hetch has invaded the last few weeks, my world seems complete.





Fifteen





Hetch





“You ready for this, boys?” I ask when we’re en route in the back of an unmarked tactical van, about to execute yesterday’s high-risk arrest warrant on one of Dominic’s known hangouts. After getting Victor to turn on Dominic yesterday afternoon, we decided to hold off and move on the information today.

After going over the intel, and reevaluating our play, Detective Tomelson and I decided we wanted both teams on this raid. Kaighn’s team will now enter through the back and deal with the dog while my team will breach the front.

“We’re good, boss,” Sterling answers for the team, picking up on my unease.

Normally I’m more collected before a high-risk raid, but knowing there is a lot riding on this arrest, the pressure builds.

“Yeah, we know the play. Gonna get the f*cker. We’re good.” Fox encourages, and I force the tension out of my shoulders knowing my team has my back.

“Okay, boss, we’re coming up on Garth street, twenty seconds out,” Walker tells me from the front of the van, pulling me out of my head, and back into the game. “Right, boys. Game faces and bring it in.” I place my fist out in front of me and wait for everyone to connect.

“Keep it together and stay safe.” I get a few nods and a couple of repeat sentiments. Seconds later, we pull up three houses down from the suspect’s, exit the tactical vehicle, and stack up in formation.

Tate, Fox, Sterling, Hart and myself.

“Let’s go.” I squeeze Hart’s shoulder, giving him the go-ahead. He in turns squeezes Sterling’s shoulder. Sterling squeezes Fox’s, and Fox squeezes Tate’s. At Fox’s go-ahead, Tate moves, and we move with him. Knees bent, rifles trained, we stay low and controlled as we breach the perimeter of the front yard.

“Team One in place,” I whisper into my coms, and wait for Team Two to get into position.

It only takes a few beats for Kaighn to come through, letting us know they are in place and ready to move.

At Kaighn’s order, Tate is on the door, breaching it with a battering ram, and then stepping back. Fox releases a flash bang and the noise and explosion may only give us a couple of seconds, but it’s enough to get in clean and let us control the situation. Fox’s fast feet lead us inside. All of us move in sync. Fox, Sterling, Tate, Hart, then myself. A second flash bang goes off in the back end of the house, letting us know Kaighn and his team have made entry.

“Police! Search warrant. Don’t move.” An array of shouts ring out through the house while we all move to our areas. Fox, Sterling, and Tate step to left of the entryway, Hart and myself to the right.

Instantly, my eyes train in on an unidentified male, sitting on the sofa, some bitch on her knees sucking his cock.

“Police, don’t move,” I shout, training my rifle on them while Hart clears the rest of the room.

“What the f*ck?” We take them by surprise. The male releases the bitch’s hair and stands.

“Clear,” Hart calls, allowing us to push forward.

“Keep your hands above your head and get on the ground,” I order both the man and the woman.

She falls to the ground, screaming at our intrusion, but the guy stays standing.

“I need back up in here,” I call through my coms, keeping my weapon and eyes trained on him.

Two of Kaighn’s men step in behind us, securing the woman on the ground while I step toward the difficult male.

“Get on the ground on your stomach.” I inch in closer, but he doesn’t waver.

“Fuck you, pig.” His anger is all it takes for him not to pay attention, giving Hart an opening to reach him. Kicking his leg out in front of him, Hart drops him to the ground in one swift movement.

“You speak to your mom with that mouth?” Hart grunts, turning him onto his stomach and securing his arms behind his back.

“My mother’s dead, f*cker. Just like you all will be. Fucking coming to my house and f*cking with me.” I drop my knee to his back and help Hart secure his hands with zip ties.

“Shut up and quit resisting!” I dig my knee in deeper, my hand squeezing down hard on the back of his neck. I’m not in the mood to hear him running his mouth.

“I’m not f*cking resisting.”

“Then relax your arms,” Hart orders, still struggling to secure him.

“Fuck you.” I squeeze harder on his neck, letting him know I’m not f*cking around here. After a few more seconds of fighting, he finally grows tired, and we get him secured.