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Chapter 7

Smut and fluff

Who's running guns in Trenton?

Steph POV:

Carlos parked the Turbo in it's spot, and kissed the back of my hand before releasing it so we could get out. He took my hand back as we both came to the front of the Turbo. "Do you want to help interrogate him?"

I nodded. "We're sending in Les and Tank first." Carlos said.

He led me to the stairwell and we took it down one flight. The elevator didn't go down to the second basement. We walked down and Carlos let me into a room. Tank, Les, Bobby, Cal and Hector stood inside, observing the man that I had shot in a separate room.

He had a bag over his head, his hands cuffed to the chair. The room wasn't anything spectacular; walls were made of cinderblocks and there was a metal table but it wasn't for the prisoner. It was in the corner of the room and looked more like a work station, somewhere to lay your tools out before using them. In the middle of the room the chair was bolted to the floor.

Les and Tank nodded to Carlos and walked into the room. Carlos pulled up a chair and sat, pulling me into his lap. He kissed my temple as Les and Tank threw the door open causing the man to jump.

"Who is he?"

"Michael Whitestone." He said. I nodded. Tank stood in front of him and pulled off the hood.

Whitestone was blinded by the light in the room. Then his gaze fell on Tank. I watched as he paled and sweat beaded on his brow. Tank must have said something because Michael shivered and closed his eyes.

"Turn sound on." Carlos said. Hector pressed a button and we heard Les's voice.

"Do you know who Ranger Manoso is?" Les asked as he pulled a chair up in front of Michael, turning it so he could straddle it and rest his arms on the top of the back.

Michael nodded vigorously. "That woman that was coming to pick you up for bail jumping is his woman." Les said. "You shot Ranger Manoso's woman, and since you obviously know him you also know what happens when someone harms his woman."

Michael lurched forward and blew chunks. Les leaned back and chuckled. "Let me get someone in here to clean this up before we continue." Les chuckled. "I don't want to smell it."

The hood was yanked back over Michael's head. Cal rushed in and quickly cleaned it up with a look on his face making me giggle. "Babe after Tank and Les get him wound back up do you want to go in there with me?" He asked.

I looked up into his eyes. They were slightly guarded. "Yes, he shot me." I said. "And besides I want to know what the hell is going on."

"Rage stayed behind at the scene with Dallas and Ram. They found a huge weapons stash in the basement." Cal said as he came back in the room. "It looks like your boy is running guns."

Carlos and I shared a look. He helped me up and he knocked on the window. "Looks like the boss wants a word with you." Les said in an cruel voice.

Carlos and I stepped into the hall as Les and Tank shut the door. "You're going to go in Beautiful?" Les asked.

"He shot me," I pointed out.

"Well, we don't know it was him." Les pointed out.

"Doesn't matter. Bomber was still shot," Tank said, his tone of voice displayed that he wasn't happy.

Carlos waited for them to go into the viewing room before he opened the door. Michael paled and whimpered when he saw Carlos.

"Ranger I'm sorry. Had I known it was Steph I wouldn't have opened fire." He said. Carlos stared him down.

"What happened to you Michael?" I asked. He noticed me for the first time.

"Are you alright Steph? I didn't mean to hurt you." He said.

"We found the guns Michael. What did you get involved in?" I asked him.

"You don't want to know Steph and I can't tell you." He glanced at me. Then he looked at Ranger before looking down.

"Michael, your best chance is to tell us because if you don't it's not going to end pretty for anyone." I told him. I pulled up the chair Les had been sitting in and sat in front of him.

"She's right," Carlos said. He stood over my shoulder. "If you don't tell us your life isn't going to get any easier."

He let out a breath. "They took her."

"Who?" Carlos asked.

"My girlfriend. My father owns a shipping company. They wanted to get the guns in and out of the country without getting detected." He looked and sounded dejected and upset. "They took her to force me to help them."

I looked at Carlos who sent me a look. "I want you to write down everything. I mean everything you know about all of them." Carlos said.

"What were you doing at the house?" I asked him.

"Well I live there."

Carlos glared at him and he gulped. "We were getting ready to move a shipment of guns. They are in the basement. An assortment of guns. They are supposed to be on their way to Argentina."

"We found them." Carlos said. Michael nodded.

"Good. I don't want to do this but I don't really have a choice." Michael said.

"Why didn't you contact the authorities?"

"Because they would have killed her." He said. "I didn't have a choice but to go along with it."

"We'll see what we can do to help Michael, but only if you help us first." Carlos said.

"I'll do whatever is in my power." He said.

He motioned for me to follow him and we left the room. He pulled me into his arms and lowered his lips to mine.

"We're going to have to figure this out." I told him when he pulled back. "We've got to help them."

He sighed and rested his forehead against mine. He kissed me again softly. "Will you come upstairs with me?"

"Yes." I said, my voice full of conviction. I saw a slight lift at the corner of his mouth before he swung me up into his arms. I screeched as he settled me and started walking towards the stairs.

He jogged up the stairs and carried me to the elevator setting me down on my feet as the doors closed. He backed me against the wall and used his fob to scramble the camera. He cupped my cheeks in his hand and I wrapped my arms around his waist. He kissed me, it started soft and slow until I moaned.

He crushed me into him and deepened the kiss his tongue dueling with mine. The elevator stopped, and I was scooped up again by Carlos. He used his fob to open the door and he kicked it closed behind us. I was carried into the bedroom and tossed gently onto the bed.

He pulled my boots off tossing them behind him, before taking his off. Carlos crawled onto the bed and towards me. He looked like a panther, stalking his pray. He held himself up on his forearms above me. I felt my breath quicken as I looked into his molten chocolate colored eyes.

His mouth lowered to mine and I opened for his assault. As his tongue swiped into my mouth, my hands were busy trailing from his hairline down his shoulders and around to the front of his body. I tugged at the hem of his shirt causing him to sit up. I slowly worked down the buttons, revealing a few inches of hard mocha colored skin as the white fabric fell away. I pushed it off his shoulders and he tossed it away. I drooled as I looked at his body. It was even more toned than I remember.

"See something you like Babe?" He asked.

I had wrapped my leg around his hip during his kiss and I used the to roll him onto his back, with me straddling his stomach. He had a look of shock and pleasure on his face. "My men taught you well," he said grabbing my hips with his hands.

I yanked my t-shirt over my head and flung my bra across the room. He let out a husky growl as his hands traveled up my sides to palm my breast. "Now's not the time for small talk Carlos." I said before moaning. His thumbs rubbed my nipples into hard pebbled peaks.

I moaned again as he rocked his hips grinding his bulge against me through our pants. I leaned back to strip him of his belt. Carlos's hands were at my waist unbuttoning my cargos. I rolled off of him and yanked them down my legs, discarding my socks and panties. When I turned back to him he was naked and he pulled me back to straddle him.

"Dios you're even more beautiful then the last time I saw you like this." He said. He sat up and let his lips roam over my neck. His mouth sucked on my pulse point making me moan and arch against him, causing his cock to brush against me.

He kissed over my collarbone and then down my chest pulling my nipple into his mouth. I moaned as his tongue teased the bud and then bit it lightly with his teeth. "Carlos!"

He rolled us, his body pressing me into the mattress the head of his cock brushing against me. I thrust my hips forward taking the head inside me. Carlos groaned. "Babe..."

I wrapped my legs around his waist and forced him the rest of the way inside me. His head was buried in my neck and his breath fanned my skin.

"I can't do gentle and slow right now Carlos." I said. He looked up and whatever he saw he nodded. He buried a hand in my hair and kissed me pulling on my hair slightly causing me to whimper as he pulled out slowly and thrust all the way into me.

I gasped and arched my back. He grabbed my hips to keep them where they were and thrust into me again. This time it felt like he was even deeper. His lips roamed over every inch of skin as his hips pistoned his cock in and out of me.

I was already on edge as he latched onto one of my aching nipples. He pulled it into his mouth and delivered a stinging bite causing me to thrust my hips to meet his as I found my release. He leaned back on his knees to thrust slow and deep through my orgasm. When I came down he looked at me and sent me a wolf grin.

He grabbed my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist bringing my ass to rest on his thighs. This changed the angle completely and the head of his cock pressed against my g-spot. I let out a low moan before he grabbed my hips and withdrew before thrusting in deep and hard.

He drove into me fast in hard, sometimes circling his hips and others grinding against my clit. I was moaning incoherent nonsense.

His thumb found my clit and he strummed it. "Come with me babe." He growled as his thrust got faster, harder. He was right there on the edge and so was I. We went over at the same time. His cum shooting into me.

He relaxed against me and rolled us bringing me to lay on top of him. He was still semi hard inside me. I felt him tense under me. "We didn't use a condom." He said.

"I'm on the shot." I said looking up at him. "We can use one if you want but we don't have too. I just did my physical I'm clean."

He relaxed wrapping his arms around me. "I've waited for this day for so long babe." He said softly. "I'm clean too."

"Carlos?"

"Yeah Babe?"

"What are we now?" I asked in a small voice.

"You're my woman." He said. "I'm yours and your mine."

"I like the sound of that." I said smiling up at him.

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Ranger POV:

My Babe laid curled up next to me in bed. Her head rested on my shoulder, her arm was slung across my abs, and her leg was thrown over mine. Her body was half way on top of mine. My arm was wrapped around her holding her close.

It was six in the morning and even though I needed to get up I didn't want to leave the bed because she was cuddled up with me. She stirred and I felt her smile.

"Carlos?" She asked, her voice soft and low. I felt my cock twitch. Steph looked up at me and smiled before wincing as she moved.

"You okay babe?" I asked.

"Fine." She said trying to hide a grimace.

"Did I hurt you babe?"

"I think it was some of the positions you put me in." She said. I chuckled.

"If you'll help me out of bed we can soak in the bathtub." She said with a wicked smile. I grinned and moved forward. I helped Babe get up and together we went to the bathroom.

"I need to start doing yoga." She said, making me chuckle.

"I'd be glad to help you Babe." I offered with a wolf grin. She blushed slightly. I turned on the tub and let it start to fill before helping her in.

"I'm going to have Ella bring up some food. I'll be right back."

I walked back into the bedroom and pressed the number 6 on the intercom.

"Yes Carlos?"

"Can you bring up breakfast for two?"

"I can." She said giggling. I shook my head and joined my babe in the tub.

We walked onto the floor and Tank came to my side. "We got everything we could out of Whitestone. He's in a holding room downstairs. FBI, Interpol, and MI6 want to start a taskforce and they want us to be in on it."

I nodded. I wrapped my arm around Steph. "Let them know we're in." I said. "Babe?"

"Oh yeah I'm in. I want to see how this goes down." She said. I almost smiled.

"Have them contact me. Rage, Les, Ram, you, Babe, and I will be working with the task force." I said. Tank nodded.

I walked Babe to her desk; Rage sat in the desk across from her's. They had combined their cubicles so that they would work and talk directly to each other and not have to go between different cubicles.

"Lunch babe?" I asked as she sat in her chair. I sat on the corner of her desk and held her hand in mine brushing my fingers over hers.

"I don't know if my tyrant of a boss will let me." She said smiling.

"I'll talk to him." I said. I brushed a kiss across her lips before I walked to my office.

Steph POV:

"I'm gonna take that kiss as everything is going well." Rage said.

"You're nosy you know that." I said. He chuckled.

"Just want to see you and Ranger happy."

I smiled at him. "I've almost got my report finished he said."

"Shit I've got to write mine." I said. I powered on my computer and pulled up the form. I groaned.

Almost an hour later I was done. Rage was going to take them to Tank while I started looking at the file for the task force. The phone on my desk rang.

"Yo'." I answered.

It was Hal. He was working the front desk today. "Eddie's here to get your and Rage's statements."

"Get him into conference three." I said. "Rage and I will be there."

Rage had been walking back to his desk when I motioned for him to come with me. "Eddie is here. You mind sitting in with me?" I asked him.

"I'm not doing anything else." He said. I rolled my eyes and we took the elevator the second floor. We walked into the conference room where Eddie sat at the table.

"How're you doing Steph?" He asked.

"I'm good Eddie. How're Shirley and the kids?"

"They're good." He said. "Any chance you want to babysit?"

I felt a shiver run through my whole body. He chuckled. "Let's get this over with." He said, opening his notepad.

An hour later Eddie was finished asking questions. He left quickly saying he had to get these statements into the office. I glanced at Rage.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked him. He nodded.

"Tell me to back off if I'm being nosy, but yesterday you stopped me because of the feather. What does that mean?"

"It was a Jay bird feather. In my culture, they are tattle tails. The feather was warning us to stop and that there were bad spirits. The bird left the feather to warn us. It is not something you ignore."

"And after? When you picked it up?"

"It was a warning and gift. I attached it to my tie because I always want to remember to be aware of my surroundings and to thank the bird for the gift." He said.

"Wow." I said sitting back in my chair. After a minute of silence, Rage stood.

"Come on. Let's get back to work before we're caught slacking." He said.

I laughed and stood. "Not that the boss would much care if he caught you slacking." Rage teased. I rolled my eyes and slapped his arm. We made our way back upstairs.

When I sat I flipped open the file and Rage followed doing the same. "Do you know where they're basing the Task Force out of?" Rage asked.

"I think Trenton but I'm not sure."

"Interpol is involved which means this is big, not to mention MI6." He said. I nodded.

"If you can start feeding me the names that Whitestone gave us and I can put them into our programs."

"Enrique Lopez." Rage read. "He's supposed to be an enforcer. One of the main guys Whitestone was in contact with."

"Why did they give him their names?" I asked looking at Rage. He gave me a looked and it dawned on me.

"They weren't going to let either of them live." I said. I entered his name and let that search run. "Next name."

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My earbuds were in as I finished the searches Rodriquez had requested. I swear to god I was going to find him one day and give him my opinion on him. I felt the tingle on the back of my neck as a hand was laid on my neck.

"Shit!" I jumped. I yanked the earbuds out and looked up into the amused eyes of Carlos. The corner of his mouth was tipped up.

"Don't say anything." I said to him. This got a full smile. He took my hand and pulled me up.

"Rage do you want to join us?" Carlos asked him. "Tank is coming also. We're going to Shorty's to talk about this case."

"Sure." He said. "I'll ride with Tank though."

I smiled at Carlos and he leaned down to brush his lips against mine. He all of a sudden was into PDA's in the office not that I minded. He walked with me to the elevator, Tank and Rage joined us. When we got to the garage Carlos led me over to the turbo while Rage and Tank went to the hummer.

"Have you uncovered anything Babe?" Carlos asked once our waitress left to put in our order.

"We've been running searches on the names Michael gave us. We're going to do some street work after lunch and talk to Michael." I said.

"Are the searches done?"

"No, not yet." Rage answered.

"Did you recognize any of those names?" Tank asked Ranger.

"I haven't gotten to look at it." Ranger said causing all of us to look at him. I felt both eyebrows raise.

"I've been handling clients this morning and juggling the FBI, Interpol, and MI6."

"Speaking of which, where is the Task Force going to be?" I asked.

"Trenton. The FBI has already started to set up. Its a warehouse so we'll have plenty of room to work."

I rolled my eyes. "I thought they only did that in the movies." I said.

"It's not all car chases and gun fights Bomber." Tank said chuckling.

I sent him a very Italian hand gesture and smiled as I saw the waitress bringing our food.

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Morelli POV: During the shootout

I sat in the Plum's dinning room at the table across from Helen. We both knew her coffee cup didn't just have coffee in it. "I don't know what to do anymore Joseph. I've tried so hard to make Stephanie see the error in her ways."

"The problem Helen is that she is with those Rangeman thugs. Ranger has her convinced that he loves her. He's just going to pass her to his men when the next woman catches his eye." I said.

"I know." She said her lip trembling. "Not to mention she'll be sleeping with all of them. That's no way for a lady to act. She'll never be a good enough wife for you."

"Helen I'm willing to still have her. I'm willing to make her my wife if we can get her away from them."

"But how Joseph?" She cried out.

"We've got to get into the building on Haywood. He's not letting her leave there without multiple men with her. She couldn't even ask for someone to help her if she wanted to." I said.

"I'll help in whatever way I can. I'm going to try and talk to her again and have Valarie talk to her."

"That's a good Idea Helen." I said. Then I heard it, faintly. Automatic gunfire. I pulled out my phone and dialed Carl Costanza's number.

"Do you know what's going on? I just heard gunfire."

"There's gunfire two blocks from Hamilton. Stephanie is in the middle of it. We've already got units there figuring everything out."

"I'm on my way."

"Dude you need to stay out of it. You already got your ass ripped by the Captain. Stay the hell away from Stephanie."

"Whatever Carl." I said.

I turned to Helen. "Helen I've got to go. There's been a shooting."

"Go," she said. "Do your job. I'll let you know if I hear from Stephanie."

I kissed her on the cheek and walked out the front door. I jogged down the path to my truck. Fuck. The front drivers side tire was flat. I kicked it before breaking out into a jog to get to the scene. I could hear the sirens so I just headed for that. I managed to get onto the scene but I was to late. I watched as Cupcake got into Manoso's Turbo and he pulled away.

I let our a curse and observed the scene. This was a fucking mess. I walked over to one of the uniforms. "Who's scene is it?" I asked.

"Johnson's." He answered. Fuck, Johnson wasn't going to let me jump onto the case. He sure as hell wouldn't since Stephanie was involved. He had a crush on her.

Hector POV:

I watched from an alley as the cop jogged down to his truck. He saw that the tire was flat. I smiled as I watched him curse before he started jogging down the block. I made my way out of the alley and jimmied the door open.

I took out a slim recording device and worked to wire it into the truck. It would be hidden behind the paneling and wired into the battery, the feed going directly to the cloud so that I could listen from anywhere. It would upload once a day, sending out one pulse of recordings. This would allow it to not be picked up by a scan because it wouldn't be transmitting continuously.

I slid out of the truck, making sure to wipe everything down so I didn't leave prints. I placed a tracker on the carriage, it had a strong magnate allowing me to stick it in a small space completely out of view.

I almost smiled as I walked away making sure the few tools I had brought were tucked away. Morelli wouldn't be able to harm my Hermana. I wouldn't allow it.

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