Bound By Seduction (A Red-Hot SEALs Novella Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

over a year earlier, they’d been on rotation at the time. But the early reviews had been stellar. It had been heralded as the first compact, single stack, conceal carry weapon that retained the ergonomics and handling capacity of the original Smith and Wesson M&P. He’d been dying to get his hands on one since reading that first review.
    “Picked her up yesterday,” Tag said, polishing off the first piece of bacon. “She’s a real sweetheart too. Sent two boxes of ammo through her yesterday, and not one malfunction.”
    “How much you pay for her?” Aiden accepted the gun Mooch passed to him. He hefted it, checking the balance. It felt perfect in his hand—fit his grip as though it had been made for him alone. Comfortable as a veteran pair of combat boots.
    “Four and a half. I’m heading to the range after I clean up. You’re welcome to put her through her paces.” Tag’s gaze skipped between the three of them clustered around the weapon.
    Aiden passed the gun on to Trammel and glanced at the DVR. The red letters glowing on the machine claimed it was barely past seven. Even adding on the half hour it would take to get to her condo complex, it was still too early to start hammering on her door.
    “When you heading to the club?” Aiden asked. If he demanded the first set of targets, he’d have plenty of time to get a little practice in, and make a quick trip to Rocky’s House of Guns to pick up one of these babies for himself, before heading over to Demi’s place.
    “An hour?” Tag disappeared into the kitchen and returned with several more pieces of bacon. “I need to shower first and drop off the purse.”
    “An hour?” Mooch repeated with a halfhearted leer as Aiden handed the pistol to Trammel. “That’s all you’re giving her for an encore?”
    Ignoring Mooch’s comment, Tag polished off the last of his bacon as he headed down the hall toward his bedroom.
    Trammel set the Shield back down on the table, thumped Aiden on the shoulder, and dug in his pocket, emerging with his keys. “I’m gonna head to the range now. Get some solid shooting in before we start playing with Tag’s new baby.”
    Mooch waited until the front door had clicked behind Trammel and Tag was out of sight before shooting Aiden a wicked grin. “Squirrel said Tag’s score was hotter than a land to air lock.”
    Aiden ignored the comment as he collected the plates. He’d just deposited them in the sink when Mooch let loose with a long, low wolf whistle.
    “Holy Hell.” Mooch whistled again. “This gal came packing.”
    Aiden turned to find Mooch standing just outside the kitchen entry, peering into her open purse.
    “You ever heard of privacy?” Aiden asked in disgust. But then Mooch’s comment caught his attention. Packing? “She carrying concealed?”
    Mooch laughed. “Only if you consider condoms a deadly weapon.”
    Intrigued, Aidan headed over. “No shit. She’s carrying condoms?”
    “A whole damn party pack.” Mooch pulled out a driver’s license and studied it intensely. “That spiky pink hair is hotter than Kubal Ms. Demelda Barnes.”
    Aiden stopped cold on his way across the kitchen. Demi’s last name was Barnes and her hair was pink and spiky.
    A coincidence. Just a coincidence.
    But unease unfurled inside him. That was one hell of a coincidence. Demi could even be short for Demelda.
    “Let’s see where you live, Ms. Demelda.” Mooch lifted and tilted the license, then shot Aidan a smirk. “2631 Westbury Drive. Now that’s an address I need to familiarize myself with.”
    2631 Westbury.
    The address blew through Aiden’s mind like a winter storm front. Kait, his sister, lived at 2631 Westbury Drive, condo 607. And Demi lived one floor down—condo 512. He knew that with absolute certainty, because he’d paid for the place. Not that Demi realized that, or would ever realize that. Hell, Kait didn’t even know.
    He wasn’t aware of moving, but somehow he was standing beside Mooch.
    His hand