Free Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - SWAT Team Two and Miss Robin Hood [The Men of Five-0 #2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

and placed his hands on her hips.
    “She makes a mean martini, doesn’t she, Chico?” Bret asked as Chico sipped from the glass. He never took his eyes off of her.
    Again, Bret sniffed her neck and pressed his body against her back.
    “Who have you been hanging out with tonight, Mel?” he asked, and she knew that tone. He wanted names, and he wouldn’t ask twice.
    “No one in particular.”
    His arm came around her waist, and he pulled her off balance to the side. She had to hold on to his arm or she would fall.
    He raised his eyebrows.
    She wondered if he could smell men’s cologne on her. Were the brothers wearing cologne?
    “Dating anyone, Melissa?” Chico asked.
    She shook her head.
    “The place is filled with cops tonight. She brushed up against some—”
    “We have business to discuss. Mel’s my business, not yours. Let’s get this over with, so I can be done with you,” Bret stated, and Melissa wondered what the hell was happening. Bret cut Chico off, and now he acted like he hated the man.
    Carlos joined them, and they began to talk about some drugs being delivered to a safe house in Queens and about some deliveries to parties this weekend. One house in New Jersey had its own cocaine and methamphetamine manufacturing lab in the basement.
    They talked about a couple of guys who could deliver some drugs to a guy named Vito on the east side of Brooklyn and about money for some hit needing to be picked up tomorrow night. When they said one hundred and fifty grand, her heart nearly pounded from her chest.
    They were so confident that they didn’t need a bunch of trained people on these deliveries. They figured they weren’t being watched and that no one would suspect anything. Especially if they sent in some skull heads to do the job. When Carlos mentioned Lester Crowe, she nearly laughed out loud. That crackhead didn’t know his left from his right. But she had to remind herself that she wasn’t going to do another hit. She had plenty of money. Her aunt and the kids were fine, and she could slowly wean herself out of this life and into a better, more legit lifestyle.

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    By three o’clock in the morning, Chu, Carlos, and Chico were leaving, giving her kisses good-bye. Carlos slipped a tight roll of hundred-dollar bills the size of a thick cigarette into her cleavage. He gave one breast a little squeeze then nibbled her neck. When she looked at him as Chico gently nudged him forward, she noticed his eyes looked as if they were glowing. She blinked a couple of times, and Chu said something drawing their attention toward him.
    Chico slid an arm around her waist and whispered in her ear.
    “Be careful, sweetheart, and watch out for wolves.” He gave her ass a tap then pulled her hand to his lips and kissed the top of it. Then he placed a brass bill clip filled with bills into her hand. The top bill was a fifty, but she was certain the others were larger.
    She swallowed hard, said thank you, and began to clean up the bar. As she walked around the room cleaning up their mess, she placed the glasses in the sink to clean behind the bar then went back around the room, fluffing pillows and dusting off the tables.
    She heard someone come back in, but she thought it was Charlie.
    “I’m almost finished. What a long night,” she stated then felt an arm go around her waist and Bret’s chin on her shoulder. He was an inch shy of six feet tall, but he towered over her five-foot-five-inch frame. She tensed immediately and prayed he wasn’t drunk.
    “Let go of me, Bret. The party’s over.”
    She attempted to wiggle out of his embrace.
    “I think the party’s just begun, Mel. And besides, I won the bet.”
    “What bet? What the hell are you talking about?” she demanded to know as she twisted out of his embrace.
    “One of us was going to take you home tonight and fuck you. I won.”
    “You’re out of your mind, Bret. Just get your shit and go.”
    She attempted to walk past him, but he grabbed