I knocked on Wes' door and waited for him to holler that we could enter. I knew as soon as I saw the look on his face that I wasn't going to like what he had to say.
"Just say it, man."
I wanted him to give it to us straight without censoring himself. I should've known he would do that anyway.
"Ghost team stopped a bomb from going off at Jo's place."
"Wait, who's Ghost team?"
Of course that was the part that Jo locked on to.
"That's not important at the moment." Wes wasn't rude, but he made it clear his team wasn't up for discussion, and thankfully Jo seemed to understand that because she didn't argue further.
"Where was it located?" I growled out the question. Completely pissed that someone had the nerve to try and hurt Jo for the second time.
"A package was delivered to her residence while you were at the doctor's appointment. My team suspected something was up with the delivery service, so they checked it out."
It was a good thing they did. "It has to be Santino. There's no one else after Jo."
"I agree. Which is why I've asked Ghost team to grab him."
"Where are you taking him? I want in."
Wes sighed. "I had a feeling you would say that. There's no chance of me talking you out of this?"
"No way in hell. He tried hurting my woman twice now. I let it slide the first time because I didn't want to bring trouble to my business," I growled. "Now I don't give a fuck about that. He's mine."
"I've spoken to Ghost team. They've agreed to let you join them but only this once."
"I want to go as well." Jo piped up.
"No way," I barked out. I wanted Jo and our baby as far away from this as possible.
Jo slammed her fists on her hips. "Excuse me, but this is my life we're talking about. I think I deserve a piece of the guy who's put it in danger not once but twice now."
"As much as I enjoy watching Maverick squirm his way out of this one, I can't let you do that. Ghost team was very adamant that only Maverick join them. They won't budge on this."
Jo crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Wes. "What, do they have something against women?"
Wes had the nerve to laugh. "I assure you that's not the case."
"Aren't you the boss? Can't you tell them what to do?"
Wes shook his head. "That's not how this team works. We've had an arrangement since the team was created. While yes, Ifunded them to start; they are their own entity. They only take the assignments they want and have no obligation to me or my business. It's how I wanted it and will continue to allow them to run."
This was news to me. I knew they were different from his other two teams, but I never suspected Wes had no say whatsoever of what they did. I would be asking him about how that worked at a later date.
"Fine, but I want it on record that I don't agree."
"Spoken like a true journalist." Wes softened the blow by giving Jo one of his signature smiles.
"Do you always get what you want when the dimples pop out?" Leave it to Jo to call him out on that.
"Actually yes. Usually I hate the damn things, but on occasion, they work in my favor."
Jo blew out a breath. "I can see why. They transform your whole face. You're quite good looking when you smile."
I steered Jo away from looking at Wes. "Okay, enough of that." I huffed. "I'm the only one you get to call good looking."
