Free Hot SEALs: Through Her Eyes by Delilah Devlin

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    Piper held her Glock against her thigh and stood in front of the door.
    The door opened, and the bottle blonde’s eyes widened. Her smile froze when her gaze dropped to Piper’s weapon.
    He could only imagine what was being said. Alana was talking fast. The woman’s mouth opened around a gasp, and she looked fearfully behind her.
    Then Piper turned her head and jerked it.
    Both men stepped out from where they were hiding. They pointed to the stairs and the blonde rushed up them. Then, they turned to Piper, bodies stiff, jaws firm. They must have told her to get her ass up there as well, because she frowned, but gave a nod, and then glared through the window in his direction.
    He almost smiled, but the men were turning off the downstairs lights, and again moving to concealed positions. Lights went off upstairs.
    Piper pushed Alana through her bedroom door, pointed to the closet, then turned off the bedroom light. With tears streaming, Alana dashed into the closet while Piper hid behind the bed, her Glock resting on the mattress. But she was careful to keep out of his direct line of sight for the door.
    “Good girl,” he muttered.
    He never heard a sound. Not of a car door. Not of attempted entry. Not the pops of the first shots fired. Lights flashed from muzzle-protected weapons. The glass of the window facing him shattered. Then he heard a loud explosion and saw a quick burst of light. They’d dropped a stun grenade into the living room. He didn’t have to time to wonder why the gunmen would need that kind of ordinance to take out the blonde.
    Dark figures entered the room, and Jax and Deke returned fire.
    But Wolf couldn’t be sure all three of the enemy were engaged in the gun battle. Confident his buddies could handle themselves, he trained his gaze on the bedroom, lit only by the sliver of light from the bathroom, that earlier Piper had used to begin her tease.
    The bedroom door burst open. He closed his eyes as another flashbang grenade was dropped. When he opened them again, he saw Piper firing wildly toward the door, no doubt blinded by the blast.
    But from where he knelt, he could see perfectly. He aimed for the head, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.
    The large round shattered the window and exploded against the man’s forehead. He sank to his knees and fell forward.
    Piper scrambled over the bed, rolled the man to his back, and took off his ski-mask. Her head turned toward the closet door.
    Alana peeked out and shook her head.
    Piper stood and dashed out the door.
    “Son of a bitch.” Wolf jumped to his feet and ran past Suri who stood outside his doorway, a hand at her throat. He leapt down the steps, swung open the door, and ran for the gate.
    From inside the living room still came the pops of rounds going off. By the time he reached the shattered window and cleared the last shards of glass to step through, the battle was over. He raised his weapon to his shoulder just as the lights came back on.
    Deke and Jax stood facing him, then lowered their weapons. Two men wearing masks lay on the floor, both wounded, although not mortally by the amount of cussing coming from them.
    The garage door burst open, and a large black man stepped through, quickly raising his handgun above his head as he spotted the ex-SEALs.
    “Don’t shoot him!” Piper shouted, stepping out from behind a corner. “He’s with me.”
    “Son of a bitch,” Calvin said, breathing hard and placing a hand over his heart. “I’m too damn old for this shit.”
    AFTER PIPER LOADED Alana into a taxi—she was too shaky to drive herself—she went back inside the beach house. Destruction was everywhere, and she winced as she took in the damage. Windows shattered. Furniture and walls riddled with bullet holes. Pérez had targeted Alana because he was cutting connections, preparing to run, because he knew it was only a matter of time before the bounty on his head proved too attractive to everyone around him. Without Diego