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remembered. Damn, this woman was seriously sexy. I was having a hard time willing my dick to stay soft. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and take her to my new office. We could christen my new desk. Shit, I’d be happy just slamming that tight as hell body up against the office wall as I fucked that fear right out of her beautiful eyes. Somehow I knew this female would kick me in my balls if I tried to pull any of my normal Alpha male bullshit, but damn I wanted to fuck her. And, at the same time, protect her from all the memories that made her eyes look so sad. 
    “So, Red Wing, why don’t you tell us what you were doing at The Black Dolphin?” Drew had obviously assigned himself Jasmin’s protector. Fuck that, Jasmin did not need protection from me.
    I shot a look at Zane silently asking him for permission before I began. At a nod of his head I began, “I was on assignment with the CIA in the gulf following a lead on some of the women that were in transport when I was pulled off and sent to The Dolphin. Two CIA agents had been captured and were transported to the prison.”
    I stopped to look at Eric, he was about to get thrown under the bus and I was going to be the driver that rolled over him. He did not look happy about his past being brought before the team, “My assignment was twofold; go in deep cover as a guard to help the agent already in place weed out the DEA agent’s contact and assist in the escape of the captured agents. My handler was getting mixed intel that the other agent’s cover was about to get burned.”
    “Bullshit,” Eric was getting ready for a battle; the poor bastard still could not let it go. Not that I blamed him. He got fucked.
    “Really, Red Wolf , than why don’t you tell me what I was doing there if not to assist,” screw this asshole, I saved his fucking life and this was the shit he wanted to shovel.
    All eyes in the room laser focused on Eric. Jasmin looked pissed. Actually, she looked more than pissed. She was exasperated, her brow pinched in angry concentration.
    “What in the mother fuck is he talking about? Z? Eric? What the hell?” Jasmin stood up again and started to pace, obviously trying to puzzle out what I was talking about and how this applied to her.
    Eric looked at Jasmin, then down at the table. Back up again, “I was undercover in the prison, close to finding the contact’s name when I got word we had two Americans coming into the vault. I made the call to Mr. Blue…” Eric stopped and took a deep breath, “I fucked up, a guard heard me speaking in English.” Eric rubbed the back of his neck, struggling to get the rest out. I doubted he had ever shared this story with the team.
    I watched Jasmin pace the floor and touch the scar on her upper right arm. I wondered if she even realized she was doing it. With each pass she made I became more and more hypnotized by the sway of her hips. Her ass encased in that denim looked like it was begging for me to rip it off her. She was so fucking hot. Like Zena the warrior princess, long dark brown hair; it reminded me of a perfectly aged whiskey. Her feminine little body had curves in all the right places and that gun strapped to her hip… God damn, it does not get any sexier than Jasmin Smith.
    “FUUUCK,” Eric roared snapping my attention back to him.
    “Man, you do not have to continue, Eric,” Jaxon spoke up.
    “We can do this later…” Colin started, but before he could finish what he was going to say, Zane stopped him with a hand.
    “Eric, you have to know you did everything you could. Even after your cover was blown,” Zane’s voice had softened; I had never heard LT speak to anyone in that tone.
    By the looks on their faces, the rest of the team must have felt the same way. They looked just as surprised as I was.
    “Eric. Man, you have to know we all have your back, brother. We know you did all you could for Jasmin and LT,” Leo said.
    A soft whimpering sound caught my attention. Jasmin