Garrison's Creed (Titan) (17 page)

Good. Get Jared the hell out of here so they could map out Operation Catch-the-Butler with less of a headache.

Jared’s cell buzzed. “What the fuck? Hold on.” He stomped out of the room and slammed the door.

Clack. Clack. Clack. Heels clicked down the hall. Bright lipstick and fuck-me hair rolled around the corner carrying a big box marked EXPLOSIVE.

Fuck me.

Her trademark Girls Love Guns shirt was pulled over a set of fake tits he knew too well. Painted on leather pants were held up by a belt buckle of dueling silver pistols. Pretty much her uniform of a guy’s wet dream.

Sugar.

Fucking Sugar.

Well, fucking Sugar was the problem. Damn it.

Cash looked at Winters and whispered, “What the fuck, man?”

Winters shrugged, obviously not having a flippin’ clue. “When you guys came up empty-handed, I called Sugar.”

Cash had once tried to set Winters up with Sugar, but not really. He knew the guy wouldn’t take the bait, and Winters was being such an asshole that someone had to show him the only woman in the world he wanted was Mia. Cash did that for him. They should name their first baby Cash—boy or girl—because he pretty much considered their make-up and marriage his doing.

Maybe Sugar would behave, although that wasn’t one of her many talents. She’d never met Jared before and had always wanted to. Of course she’d behave in front of Jared. She wanted more of the man’s business at her gun shop. The woman could build the hell out of a high powered rifle. Titan would be the gold standard of clients, the way they went through guns and rounds.

Winters stood. “Sugar, girl. Thanks much. We owe you.”

Her smile was as sweet and fake as her name. “That you do. Where’s my boy? Why didn’t he call me?”

She pivoted on the heel of a stiletto that might as well have been a pointed dagger. She snagged Cash with a stare, and he stood helpless, not sure what the fuck he should do. Extend a hand?
Shake the woman’s hand
. It was a plan. He stepped forward with every intention of a proper hi-how-ya-doing, but she snaked a pink painted nail through his belt loop and threw the other arm around his shoulder.
Fuck.

“Cash, baby. No call, no show. What’s the deal, babe? Our boy, Mister One-Woman-Man, has to call. Tsk, tsk, baby. Tsk, tsk.”

The first lesson in sniper school was controlling the mind and body. Controlling breaths. Slowing the heartbeat. Acting and reacting perfectly in the worst possible situations. Well, this might be the worst possible, but there was no way his heart was listening to his commands. For every “slow the eff down,” it sped up. Right now it was going through a bang, bang, bang crescendo.

“Sugar.” He coughed a hello and shrugged out of her perfumed embrace. Nicola slammed them a glare so powerful, he was surprised to find his feet still on the floor.

Sugar took in the room. “I’m not sure that I know everyone.” Who knew Sugar could do anything understated, sarcasm included? “Cash, introduce me please, darh-ling.”

This sucks
.

“Sugar, I don’t believe you’ve met Nicola. Nic, Sugar owns a gun club I belong to. Gun range, shop, stuff like that.”

Sugar purred, “Yes, stuff like that. Nicola, was it?”

“Nicola
Garrison
.” Nic for the point. That was good. He’d take it.

“Sister?”

“Not a chance, Sugar.” Nicola smiled, cold and frosty for the win, at least against Sugar. Nic still looked homicidal.

A door down the hall banged open. Jared walked in a second later and slammed to a stop. “You’re Sugar?” His mouth hung open. “Cash’s Sugar?”

Sugar made some sort of hell-yes noise. There was no Cash’s Sugar. The two of them were casual and occasional, nothing that allowed for possession, and all about blowing off some pressure, when it was needed. And it hadn’t been needed in a while.

Jared slapped his thigh. “Well, fuck—”

“Shut up, Jared.” Cash didn’t have time for this shit. Sugar needed to get out. Fast.

Jared looked at Nic. Sugar looked at Nic. Everyone but Cash looked at Nic. He was content to shoot daggers at Jared. Rocco choked on his biscuit. Winters’s eyebrows rose as he caught on to Cash’s nightmare. Goddamn it.

Sugar sized Jared up, combat boots to jarhead cut. “You’re Jared?”

“I’m everything. Jared will do though.”

“Humble, I see.”

“You look like your name.”

“I look like a lot of things, Jared
.
Doesn’t mean you’re right.”

They squared off. Everyone was tense. Pissed off women were trouble. Pissed off at him was a disaster, as far as Cash was concerned. “Alrighty, Sugar. We have to get started.” If Jared wasn’t going to wrap up this meet and greet, Cash would. Sugar needed to get gone. Now.

“Soon as someone pays up, I’m outta here, cowboy.”

“Right. Let’s do this. Come with me.” Jared walked out, probably expecting Sugar to follow. He needed to learn a little more about her before he could make those educated guesses. Sugar did what she wanted, no matter who was looking or ordering.

“So, Cash, baby. You coming over after this job’s done?”

“He’s not. But thanks for inviting him.” Nic was on it, spitting sweet sarcasm. All Cash could do was watch.

“Not sure I was talking to you.”

“Not sure I care.”

“Sugar! Get out here,” Jared yelled from the hall. “I do not have time for this shit.”

Sugar walked over to Cash, and his stomach turned. Nothing good was about to happen. She went up on tiptoes and kissed his cheek, only because he took a step back and avoided the lip press. “Bye, cowboy. See ya later.”

Jared grumbled from the hall. “I told you assholes, no chick problems. I’m about to make it part of your contracts.”

Damn. Faster than Cash could take out a target with Miss Betty, this day had gone from for-the-records-book awesome to knee-in-the-nuts awful.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

That woman, all sex-in-heels, rolled out of the room. All the men save for Cash waved goodbye. At least he had some smarts.

Nicola sipped her coffee and ignored the male tongues hanging to their combat boots. Mia’d have to get the place wet-vacced for all the drooling they were doing. For the moment, it didn’t seem as if anyone thought about Cash’s girls being ready to knock knuckles. As for acting professional and making a good impression on her first day with a new team? Nicola’s morning had gone down in messy, gossip-worthy flames.

At least she’d tried to look nice this morning. She could have used an extra few minutes, but she didn’t look bad. Not perfect. Certainly not let’s-run-into-an-ex good.

Sugar was all va-va-voom and then some. Was that what Cash liked? All plumped up and plastic?

Maybe her opinion of Sugar was a tad too harsh, and Nicola did like that Girls Like Guns shirt. The way it was poured over Sugar, Nicola bet Cash and every man in the room liked it too. Well, except for Jared. He’d need a two-by-four to the brain to notice anyone but himself.

Jared droned on about tactical this and strategic that, all very important. Too bad she wasn’t listening.

“Princess.” Jared’s raspy voice pulled her from her pity party of one.

“Hmm?”

“You and me and Cash. Dining room. Now.”

Great. Where was Cash anyway? Chasing after his
Sugar? What the eff? It didn’t matter. They were on two completely different paths. How had she not noticed that? Here she was, choking up over nostalgic thoughts from last night. And there he was, searching out a woman made for fantasies, who threw herself at his boots. Ugh.

Sugar could have him. Nicola knew better. Her job was her life. One game was enough. No need to play two at a time, and Cash was the player king, just like Rocco had said. Freakin’ awesome. She’d either misread Cash, or maybe hoped she hadn’t heard the truth.

“Princess, move your caboose,” Jared called from the hallway.

Yeah, yeah. Coming.
She followed his steps to the dining room, strangling both her hands around her coffee cup. No one would notice that they shook if she didn’t let go. Her adrenaline after the quick-flash Sugar-showdown needed to wear off.

Cash stepped over the threshold. Sapphire eyes caressed her, and she vividly remembered clinging to him last night. The memory made her ache.

“Nic, I need to talk to you for a sec—”

“No, you don’t.” Jared put his box marked EXPLOSIVES on the fancy dining room table and pulled a switchblade from his waist. “My time, my agenda. And your mamsy-pansy baloney concerns come later.”

For the first time, Nicola was glad for Jared’s interruptions. She had no interest in hearing the whos and whys and hows of Sugar and Cash. Even if Cash hadn’t known that Nicola was alive, he could at least have the decency to knock boots with someone a little less vamp-on-display. Though her belt buckle was kinda awesome.
I wonder where she found that thing
. Whatever. Sugar and her glammed-up face, super fun shirt, and awesome belt buckle could go somewhere else.

Jared pulled out the brick of ammo and put it on the delicate lace tablecloth. He took out another box. What the—?

“Jared. Stop. Right now.” She moved fast, almost dropping her coffee mug and pushing the man over.

“Princess, what the hell?”

Nicola picked up the box, examined it, then unpacked each small box from the larger one.

Jared tried to take the one in her hands. “Get off my—”

“Jared, shut up.” If this hadn’t been a big what-the-hell moment, she might’ve looked up to see how Twinkle Toes reacted to such an order. But nope. She was dizzy with questions.

She popped open the box top and rolled out the large round. Blue tipped with a fleck of red. Incendiary and armor piercing, just as requested. Matching the mark on the boxes, there were the micro-engraved letters ‘AS’ on the bottom of the round.

That egocentric jerk.

“Where did—” Nicola smirked “—
Sugar
get this?”

Jared made a move for the ammo again. “I don’t ask questions. I didn’t even call her.”

Cash spoke up. “Winters called her.”

She pointed to the base of the round, ignored Cash, and handed the bullet to Jared. “AS. Antilla Smooth. This is his product. He likes to use his initials for his watermark. Your girl buys from a nasty, illegal arms dealer.”

“She’s legit.” Cash stepped forward to defend that woman.

Freakin’ awesome.
“Yeah, she totally looks it.”

Jared nudged Cash back. “I’m not going to separate you two, and you’re still working together. So deal. Now.”

They both murmured about nothing to get over.
The tension in this room would choke a horse.

Jared gathered the small boxes and dumped them into the bigger one. “I have to roll out. What’s here is here. I suggest the two of you find some way to work together with your clothes on, and move forward on the butler. Do your jobs.”

He grabbed his EXPLOSIVES box and stormed out. Jared didn’t really walk into or out of a room. He didn’t amble or dawdle. The man stormed and marched, always with gray clouds in his eyes.

Cash stared at her. “Nic—”

“I don’t want to hear it. I’m here to do a job.” She picked up her coffee mug, needing something for her hands.

“That’s it. A job? You see one thing from my past and you’re don—”

She blew out a breath. “Excuse me. I have to make a call.”

“To who?”

“Not your problem.”

“Cut the attitude. We’re partnering on this, so it is.”

“I’m calling my handler. She needs to know Smooth hardware is popping up in Virginia.”

“Mind focusing on one job a time?”

She held up a finger. “One phone call. One minute.”

“Suit yourself.”

Nicola walked to a window, and Cash stepped out of the dining room. Breathing got easier the farther he was away from her. Dialing a secure number, Nicola waited until Beth answered.

“How goes the sleepover?” Beth’s curiosity made Nic’s stomach turn.

“It went, and it was a mistake. And, nope, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You did bring something lacy!”

“Seriously, Beth. He’s got a girl. Kinda. I think. And I met her.” She shook away the image of Sugar wrapping her body around Cash. “And that’s why I’m calling.”

“No, babe. We’re not putting out a hit on the girl. Girlfriend or not. Sorry.”

Wouldn’t that be nice? “I just saw ammo from our favorite deceased gun dealer. Did you have any idea he had networks in this area? Sellers?”

“Nope.”

She sipped her lukewarm coffee, thinking out the next move. “We need to meet.”

“You’re working with Titan. I’m hands off until further notice.”

“What if I promise to kiss and tell?”

“Would you?” There was a pause, and she could feel Beth weighing the pros and cons of the dirty details. “Then yes. I’m there.”