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he pressed the blade at the buttons, holding the blouse closed, he

smirked.

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“I think you and me gonna become real close, social worker. I

hear you’re pretty close to the rest of my family, so I’m gonna get real close with you.”

* * * *

“Who’s that in there?” Kyle asked as he finished putting on his

gear. He noticed his brother Dustin’s eyes glowing and had to give

him a punch in the arm to get him to hide his wolf.

“What the fuck, Dustin? Your wolf,” he whispered.

Dustin inhaled then exhaled, and when he looked at Kyle, his eyes

were dark green again.

The voice came over the radio, but it was the perpetrator’s. They

all listened as Dustin asked who was there.

“It’s Sam,” he whispered, and everyone, including Kyle, cursed

under their breath.

“What the fuck is she doing in there in the middle of this shit?

There’s fucking bodies on the street. Assholes around the corner

ready to start a war with us!” Donny yelled.

“She was doing a routine visit. Her commander said she was also

supposed to see two other clients from her cases in this apartment.

The residents said she’d just arrived when out of nowhere her client’s ex-boyfriend showed up with three gangbangers and started shooting

up the place,” Kyle added.

“We have to get to her before she winds up dead,” Adam chimed

in as he placed his weapon in the holster after checking it.

They all looked at one another. A force of five. Brothers in a wolf

pack and part of Team One of the SWAT team task force. They were

lethal without the use of their wolf abilities. But having the extra

quickness, night vision, and strength, the bad guys didn’t stand a

chance.

“Okay, so let’s get her out of there. What’s the plan?” Adam

asked.

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Dustin laughed. Adam was the antsy one. He was always in a rush

and always having to keep busy. He hated sitting around.

Kyle, on the other hand, was cool as a cucumber. Always ready

for anything thrown his way and an overachiever. He was very

competitive, but then again, so were the rest of them.

Dustin was head alpha in his pack and also Lieutenant of the team.

He was responsible for all of them.

“Okay, I want Donny and Trey to take the roof. They’re on the

third floor, fifth window from the left.” He pointed up, and the two of them took off for the roof with their climbing gear. All of the men

were in the military at one point or another in time. They were born

soldiers and warriors and were recently filtered into society by the

government to assist the humans. Half the government was were

anyway.

“Adam, Kyle, we’re going to make our way into the building

through the front entrance and be ready to infiltrate the room

simultaneously on my command. Got it?”

He received four responses at the same time.

Quickly, they headed into the building.

* * * *

“Leave her alone, Myers. She hasn’t done anything wrong,”

Brandy cried.

Myers pulled his attention off of Sam to look at Brandy.

“You talking back to me?” he questioned as he pulled her up from

the floor.

“I’ll deal with you right now.” He threw Brandy against the couch

and ripped her blouse open.

“No!” Sam screamed as she grabbed for his arm to stop him.

He lashed out with the knife and missed. Brandy screamed.

He pulled onto Brandy’s hair and placed the knife against her

throat.

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“I’ll kill her.”

“Please. Please don’t do this. Just tell us what you want, and we’ll

give it to you,” Sam stated, and she saw out of the corner of her eye

two shadows against the wall in the hallway.

“I want my baby.”

“No!” Brandy screamed.

“Tell me where they are, social worker.”

“Why should I?”

“Because if you don’t, you’re dead.”

Sam felt tightness in her chest as the reality of what was taking

place kicked in. This was a live-or-die situation, and she was scared.

She glanced at Brandy and the obvious fear on her face. The ripped

blouse, the bloody lip, and her helpless expression raised Samantha’s

desire to fight. She wouldn’t let this monster hurt the children. She

thought about Benny. He was so tiny and fragile. She had experienced

case after case where children just as little were abused or neglected.

She was not going to let this family be another sad story.

“Why don’t you put down that knife, let Brandy go, and you and I

can solve this.”

Sam rubbed her hands over her hips and smiled softly at Myers.

He eyed her suspiciously, but Sam was built well. If she could get

him to put down the knife then maybe she could talk him out of

hurting the family. He released his grip on Brandy then shoved her to

the floor. Brandy’s face hit the carpeting, and she screamed.

In an instant he turned the knife on Sam.

The sound of a child crying was heard from the bedroom. Sam

nearly cried herself when she heard the whimper.

“They’re in the bedroom, aren’t they?” he asked as he headed that

way.

“No!” Sam screamed as she attacked Myers. The situation got out

of control in an instant. She didn’t know what to do. She panicked.

Sam threw herself onto his back and scratched at his face, his

eyes, anything she could reach. He was large and strong as he tossed

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her off of him, and she scrambled to her feet. She never saw the hit

coming and took a punch to the cheekbone. It hurt like hell, but her

anger was worse. Her fear for the children, for Brandy, made the

adrenaline pump through her veins. She could hear Benny’s high-

pitched cry. Then Jimelle screaming for his mother.

She thought she saw a flash of movement then heard glass

shattering, but she lunged for Myers, using her martial arts moves to

stop him from getting into the bedroom. When she kicked at him, his

legs felt like steel. Despite the pain, she continued to swing as Myers attempted to cover himself before lunging toward her in retaliation.

Her body hit the doorframe, but she would not let him through. She

yelled and screamed. Felt her vocal chords ache from the intensity of

her yell. She hit him with her fist then kicked him on the groin, but the monster wouldn’t give up. The knife that had fallen to the floor

during their struggle lay next to his foot. He picked it up, she swung and missed him.

As the knife came towards her, someone blocked the blow, and a

moment later Myers was on the ground in handcuffs, bloody and

nearly unconscious.

She felt frazzled and as if she wasn’t even in her own body. It was

crazy.

Someone grabbed her, and she struck them. They caught her wrist

and pulled her into their arms.

“Hey, hold on, Samantha. It’s all right, it’s Kyle.”

He squeezed her against him, and she held him momentarily,

relieved that the situation was over, but her body hummed with need.

It was sick and crazy and so messed up of a reaction to have at this very moment. This had been her problem for the past year. She was

attracted to the five men, and brothers to boot.

She pushed away from Kyle.

“I’m good. It’s about time you got in here. What the hell were you

waiting for?” she demanded to know. Her voice cracked, her body

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began to shake, but she had to resist the need to collapse. She licked her lips and tried to hide her chattering teeth.

Kyle sat back on his heels and eyed her as if he would reprimand

her or eat her alive. Both prospects were appealing.

“You’re welcome, Sam. Are you okay?”

Kyle. Damn it, the man was breathtaking in street clothes, but in

SWAT gear he was a sexual fantasy come true. His deep green eyes

sparkled mischievously as if he read her mind. He knew he was

perfection just like his brothers. Everything about him turned her on.

And now here he was, saving her from death’s grasp and wearing all

his specialized equipment. She absorbed the earpiece in his ear, the

black fingerless gloves he held against the holster where a black

Glock sat, and a look that said he meant business. Never mind his

crew cut and the large, black weapon that sat straddled over his back.

She turned away and tried to keep an annoyed scowl on her face.

As she attempted to get up, she felt dizzy and lost her balance. It

was Donny who grabbed her arm and kneeled beside her.

Wonderful. Now there were two of them to try and ignore.

“Whoa, honey, slow down and take a breather.”

“I’m fine,” she whispered but stared at Donny. Where the heck

did he come from? She looked toward the broken window then at the

gear he wore. They were all crazy and continuously took chances. She

would never be able to handle that or survive the worry she would

have if she ever got involved with them.

What the hell am I thinking? Never.

“I don’t know why, but I feel dizzy. I’ll be all right, though. You

should check on Brandy and the kids. They may need help,” she

whispered then touched her forehead. When she did, she grazed her

cheekbone and pain radiated from her cheek to her head. Could you

get a concussion from getting hit in the face really hard? She

wondered, but she didn’t say a word. They were going to give her shit

for this just like last year when she was caught in the middle of a drug bust. Bad memory there.

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“You were going to town on this guy like some ultimate fighter.

He didn’t have a chance,” Trey added, joining the conversation. Sam

swallowed hard. Trey was here, now all she needed was for Dustin to

get there.

Sam looked at Myers as more police escorted him from the room.

He was a bloody mess, and she was shocked that she had done that to

him. Something wild came over her.

She glanced around the room and she saw that Brandy and her

children were all together, sitting on the couch, hugging. She smiled and a glance at the men showed that they watched her.

“Samantha?” She felt her stomach muscles tighten and her body

warm by the tone of voice and she knew it was Dustin. When she

looked up at him, he was pissed off. His eyes looked as if they had

specks of yellow in the dark green. It was hard to miss, but she knew

what they really were. He was close to shifting. Did he always get this way when he was saving lives? She often wondered about them. Shit!

She fantasized about all five of them for so long that she nearly felt their presence in a room without having to actually see them.

She tried to focus on him as he looked at her. It was obvious that

he zoned in on the injury to her cheek. She saw that tiny vein by the

side of his temple pulsating. Call her crazy, but she thought he bared his teeth at her.

“We’re having a talk later. Call your commander, he’s worried

about you.” He tossed her the phone, and she nibbled her bottom lip.

Oh, yeah. He was really pissed, and she was right. His wolf teeth were about to emerge, and this was not the place for that to happen. More

than likely she would be blamed for that later. Good. As long as they

were angry she could resist the urges inside of her.

God, she hoped they didn’t show up at her place tonight. She was

finding it more and more difficult to resist her attraction to them. She was utterly relieved that they showed up. The situation could have

been worse, and if her father and Ted found out, they would demand

her return to Dallas. No way was she heading back there.

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Kyle helped her up.

“Let’s get you checked out by the paramedics.” She looked at

him. His green eyes held concern and warmth, and she felt that he

really seemed to care. She had that guilty feeling now, like they

deserved to be thanked for their job. Then the feel of Kyle’s hands

holding her arm and the skin to skin contact was making her mind feel

fuzzy again. What the heck? She had to focus.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again.

“I’m fine. Just a bad bruise.” She pulled from his hold and headed

toward Brandy.

She knew it was a bitchy thing to do, but she needed some

distance between them. They were too much to be around.

* * * *

“You didn’t leave us, Sam! You stayed right here with us and

were willing to risk your life to save our family,” Brandy stated as she cried.

“Hey, when I make a promise, I keep it.”

Jimelle and Sienna pulled her into a hug. When she opened her

eyes and looked over the back of the sofa, the men were watching her.

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Chapter 2

Sam finished her paperwork, said goodnight to the commander,

and gathered her stuff from the locker. She glanced into the mirror

and cringed at the damage. Her cheek was badly bruised in an

assortment of unattractive colors that would get much uglier before

they would heal. Her left eye was beginning to turn black and blue as