“No, I don’t suppose I will. See, I guess all these years of busting my head and my balls for Uncle Sam has me a little slow. It took me a while, chasing leads, asking questions, even tapped into the footage from the Hotel Del. Then I saw it. Two heroes comforting the crying little bitch.”
He laughed again and Brooks and Mitchell just stared at the screen.
“But where oh where did our recently retired heroes disappear to? That one really had me stumped until I remembered something from ages ago. Another Marine that pointed you two identical dick-wads out to me and said, ‘now they’re from a family you don’t want to fuck with’.
“So, of course that had me curious and I started digging. Luke ‘Angel’ Jordan, Marc Jordan, Wesley Jordan, Patrick Jordan, Christopher Jordan, Quinn Jordan, River Jordan, Finnegan Jordan, and then you two assholes. A whole fucking family of SEALs, connected to the most dangerous men our country has ever trained. How lucky am I?”
“I’d say you’re very unlucky,” said Christopher standing next to his brother and uncles.
“Yes. Very unlucky,” he frowned. “See, I know you bastards are connected to REAPER and Voodoo, now Shadow Warriors. I know all about it. Hell, we all thought it was just bullshit, but it’s not, is it?”
“What do you want, Bora?” asked Brooks.
“I want you to back off and leave this alone. I’ve left the country and I’m going to do what I want to do in Bolivia. Leave me the fuck alone.”
“We can’t do that,” said Ham. “You’re going to create more chaos in a region already thriving on it. We can’t let you work with the cartels and we definitely can’t let you take over Bolivia.”
“I see,” nodded Bora. “So, you did find out a few things.”
“Where is the first lady?” asked Mitchell. Bora gave a slow, malicious grin and then laughed.
“She doesn’t exist any longer. There’s no need for you to come here. I’m trying to be nice, boys. Don’t come down here, don’t fuck with me. I’ve got an agreement with the cartels and they are more than happy to kill the men responsible for their lost shipments. At least some of you are responsible. But let’s face it. They don’t really care if it’s you or just someone you know.”
“I wish we could do that for you Bora but you’ll have to figure out a different retirement plan. This isn’t one we can support.”
Bora shook his head, standing and pacing back and forth in front of the camera. It appeared he was inside a tent, the canvas wall behind him suggesting that anyway.
“You come down here, I’ll hunt the girl down and do some very, very naughty things to her,” he smiled.
Mitchell gripped his brother’s arm, trying to prevent him from saying something stupid.
“Why are you doing this? You’ve seen what these cartels are doing. You know that those drugs are headed to kids. Fucking kids!” yelled Gator. “You know that they pump them full of that shit and then sell them. You swore an oath!”
“I did. Past tense. Now, I’m going to reap some of the benefits of the very thing I fought against and lost. It didn’t matter, don’t you see. We took down one drug lord, another three popped up. We saved a hundred kids, two-hundred were taken. Fifty women recovered, never to be the same again, and three-hundred were taken.
“I’m sick of the revolving door. The never-ending bullshit that we fight against only to go home and have nothing. Credit card debt, a mortgage I can’t pay any longer, two ex-wives. I’m done. Now, it’s my turn to have what I want.”
“You selfish, self-righteous bastard,” said Mitchell.
“Say what you want, but I will be a wealthy man with all the pleasures you could possibly want. This was your warning gentlemen. Stay away from Boliva. Stay away from me. If I see your fucking identical faces, I will shoot all of you.
“Oh. And by the way. Whoever does your cyber-security is fucking amazing. I still haven’t been able to trace this number,” he laughed. “Tell them I’ll triple their pay.”
Three heads ducked in front of the camera, Hiro, AJ, and Tanner, all giving Bora the middle finger. Brooks laughed.
“I believe that’s your answer.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Don’t worry. We’ve sent a message to Jalen, JT, Rush, and Tobias to be extra careful,” said Jak.
“They’ll stick out like sore thumbs with their size,” said Brooks. “Let us go down there.”
“No. That’s what Bora wants. They’re not stupid. They’ll find a way to make themselves small and disguise themselves. We have to trust them. Brooks? Go. Get your girl and marry her before she changes her mind. The wives will help you.”
Brooks wanted to say no. Not to the wedding, but to being forbidden to go to Bolivia. Instead, his heart began to race and the thought of Lennon becoming his wife took over his brain. He nodded with a grin and stood, heading back to the cottage.
By the time he arrived, Lennon was sitting on the front porch with coffee.
