Free Welcome to Diablo Vista (Axl Dane #1) by Crow Gray

room, seeing Trista and a man who must have been the pool boy. What caught his attention, however, was the young Hispanic woman seated quietly in a chair by the window. She was so stunning Axl was unable to look away from her. She caught Axl's gaze, giving him a smoldering look before turning to look out of the window.
                  “Is everyone okay?” Axl asked.
              “We're fine, dude. That was awesome!” Geoff said, giving Axl a thumbs up. Axl looked Geoff over. It was like someone had looked in a catalog and ordered a pool boy. He was a surfer type from head to toe, pretty on the outside but probably vapid on the inside.
                  “I take it you're the pool guy?” Axl asked.
                  “Yes, that's Geoff. And that's Esteban's sister, Rosita,” Trista said, indicating the girl who was holding most of Axl's attention.
                  “Rosita. What a pretty name,” Axl said, then realized it sounded a little out of place given the circumstances.
                  “I like the name Axl,” Rosita said, giving Axl a look that made his throat tighten.
                  “Yeah, so, if I can interrupt your love connection, can someone explain what's going on here?” Geoff asked, his question directed at anyone who could answer.
                  “I'll let Trista explain it for you later. For now, let's get him out of here,” Axl said, pointing at Ed's unconscious form. A sound in the distance caught Axl's attention, and he walked out of the bedroom and over to a window on the opposite side of the house. A Mercedes was flying into the driveway at a speed that was far from safe.
                  “Oh, shit,” Trista said, having joined Axl in front of the window along with Geoff and Rosita.
                  “Esteban?” Axl asked.
                  “Yes. What do we do?” Trista said.
                  “Oh fuck! What do we do? Oh, shit!” Geoff said, starting to freak out.
                  “Hang on, aren't you the pool guy? I wouldn't think you being here would be that far out of bounds,” Axl said.
                  Geoff scratched his head. “It's not my usual day, though.”
                  “Then something came up, and you had to come early,” Axl said.
                  Geoff gave Axl a blank look and then smiled. “You're a smart dude, aren't you!”
                  Axl just stared at Geoff. “I'm going to be a little harder to explain, though. I need to get out.”
                  The front door burst open, and Esteban ran into the house, going straight to a room on the bottom floor as if in a great rush.
                  “What the hell?” Axl whispered to Trista.
                  “That's his office,” Trista whispered back.
                  Axl backed into the bedroom, checking the window out in case he needed to make a getaway.
                  “Honey, is everything okay?” Trista called down to him. He didn't answer, instead running from his office carrying a duffle bag and heading back into the garage. He peeled out in his Mercedes and was soon out of sight.
                  Axl stepped back into the hall and watched as Esteban raced out of the neighborhood. “That's probably not a good sign,” Axl said. “I think we should all get out of here.”
                  Before they could move, the screech of tires filled the air. Soon, three ragged pick-up trucks came pulling into the neighborhood, driving right onto the lawn of Esteban's house. The trucks bristled with rough looking men carrying automatic weapons, mostly AK-47 assault rifles.
                  “Fuck. What has Esteban done now?” Axl said, mostly to himself.
                  “Oh shit, dude, this is NOT