And a smart mouth.
I’ve spent seven years building one of the top companies in Nashville, and I’m not about to let some ambitious, cardigan-wearing new kid distract me from my goals.
Raquel Morgan won’t tempt me.
I’m The Boss, andI never lose control…
(BOSS OF ME is a STAND-ALONE enemies to lovers, military romance with a badass alpha boss and the feisty woman who steals his heart. No cheating. No cliffhangers.)
PROLOGUE
Patton
Seven years ago in a jungle south of the border…
The clock is ticking.
We have to move fast or this will go terribly wrong.
Sweat rolls down my sides, and I exhale slowly, calming my pulse.
The air is heavy and close, so thick it’s almost visible and so hot it’s almost impossible to breathe.
Tropical plants form a dense barrier of wide, shiny leaves, and we’re hidden in the brush around a small, cinder-block hut.
Our target is a green dot on my screen blinking right in front of us.
He’s here.
“Moving in, eleven o’clock.” Taron’s voice is low in my ear.
“Coming up from the southeast.” Sawyer’s distinct southern drawl is a quick response.
“No noise. No prisoners.” I give the order, firm and clear.
I’m the leader of this three-man rescue mission, and we won’t fail.
We surround the unpainted hovel. It’s quiet in the shadows. The windows are black holes with no glass, empty squares that could be hiding anything—watchers with guns, lining us up in the crosshairs.
Or he could be alone.
No, it would never be that easy.
He could be dead.
My jaw tightens and I push back on the thought.What good would he be to them dead?
Taking a knee, I slowly lift my gun to my eye, setting my sites on the front door. We’ve been tracking radio signals, emails and IP addresses, until we isolated them here.
Two weeks have passed since Martin was jumped on a routine fuel run. From what we’ve been able to piece together, they took him down with PAVA spray, a paralyzing nerve gas. Then the videos started.
Two weeks of grainy images of our friend and fellow Marine tied to a chair with a bag over his head. They’d rip it off to reveal black eyes and bloodstained skin. Then the threats started—guns and money. It’s what they all want. Until now, the moment of truth in the heart of a South American jungle.
We’re tired, thirsty, and focused on retrieving our friend, kidnapped off-duty in a routine stop on our way to a peace-keeping mission in Caracas.
Sawyer checks in from his point, and we watch as Taron creeps across the face of the structure, approaching the weathered wooden door. His gun is at his chest as he carefully reaches out and knocks.
Three sharp raps, and we wait.