Aztec Treasure
Interrupted

Homeland Security Consultant Frank Grimes’ POV

Washington, DC Hotel

“I need a drink and a back rub,” Colletta said as she walked past me into our room at the hotel near the White House.

“You know what my back rubs lead to, love,” I said as I closed and locked the door behind me.

“That’s what I’m planning on,” she said as she kicked her heels off. “We have a few hours until we meet the Secretary of Homeland Security. Help me?” I unzipped the back of her dress, lowering it down as she stepped out of it. Her body was in great shape for a person in the back half of her second century, and I couldn’t resist a sniff.

“Hey,” she said as she spun around, like that would stop me. I pulled down her lace panties, burying my nose into her scent. She hopped a little, smacking the back of my head. “We can’t shower first?”

“No point in getting clean when I’ve got all these dirty plans for you,” I told her as I wrapped my arms around her thighs. I stood up with her, and she squealed as I dropped her onto the bed. “Take that off,” I told her.

I undressed quickly, tossing my clothes over the desk chair. Colletta sat up, her arms releasing the hooks on the black lace bras. I hardened in seconds as I saw her teasing me. She leaned back, cupping her firm breasts as she licked her lips. “That for me?”

“I am yours as you are mine,” I said as I crawled onto the bed. I kissed my wife as I moved between her legs, the mate bond adding a connection far beyond any I’d had with a female before. I didn’t have to wonder if her response was genuine; faking an orgasm was pointless with the mate bond in place. Instead, it opened up a new level of love and communication between us. I could feel what she did, giving me immediate feedback on how I was doing. I smirked a little as I pulled back, moving down to nip at the top of her breasts and nipples. Biting was a wolf aphrodisiac, and I could feel the change as it worked her up.

She moaned in pleasure as I kissed down her toned belly, finally settling between her legs and tasting her at the source. “FUCK, yes,” she said as my tongue slid between her labia. I was relentless, driving her to one quick orgasm before pulling out the stops. I partially shifted my tongue, lengthening it so I could penetrate deep into her sex and swirl around. She grabbed my head and pulled me closer as I curled it back to flick her g-spot before plunging deep again.

When I pinched her clit, she exploded. “FRANK!” I held on for dear life as she bucked and moved like a bronco trying to toss the rodeo cowboy off. I held on for eight seconds as I continued to lick her through the orgasm before she finally escaped. I kept her at the peak of pleasure until she finally collapsed back onto the bed for me. I caught much of her squirt in my mouth, but the rest coated my face and her thighs. “So good,” she said softly.

I got up and walked to the bathroom, wiping off my face and getting a washcloth wet to clean her up before continuing. I walked out, my wolf and I proud of how we’d made our pregnant mate feel. “Come here,” she told me.

It was then that life crashed in, as my phone started to ring in my suit pocket. “Chase,” I said from the ringtone.

“Take it. I need to recover for a minute,” Colletta told me as she took the cloth from my hand.

I grabbed the phone, intent on making this the quickest call in history. “Hey, Chase.”

“Hi, Frank. We’ve got a problem. Call me back on our private line with the secure phone.” He hung up, and I went to the suitcase to get the other phone. Chase had used some of the money from the Sons warehouse job to purchase sophisticated scrambled phone technology. They allowed us to communicate securely among the Packs that were family and allies. The phone only rang twice before Chase picked up. “Thanks, Frank.”

“What’s going on?” I was sitting close enough to Colletta for her to listen in to both ends of the conversation. Over the next few minutes, Chase let us know what Spider Monkey had found out; that two juvenile Jaguars were in the Denver area, and it was a race between the CIA and FBI to see who would get to her first. “If the lawyer even knows where they are,” I said.

“I think he does, and hopefully, he cooperates to keep her safe. I was hoping you might be able to do something in Washington to help.”

I closed my eyes and pinched my nose as I thought about what a clusterfuck this was. We’d done a lot of work to get werewolves and Packs the status they had now, but not everyone was happy with it. We’d been able to weather the protests, attacks, and bad press because we were mostly law-abiding and upstanding members of the community. The Jaguars that made up the Sons of Tezcatlipoca were the exact opposite. No one would feel bad for them, even if the two were minors. Add in the probable CIA involvement, and it was a bad situation. “I’m not sure how much I’m going to be able to do at this end, Chase. The Government isn’t monolithic; hell, I’m not even sure the President isn’t behind Julio’s disappearance. I don’t know who I can trust in this.”

“Shit.” Chase didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “What about the Brotherhood? Can we get them to help?”

I just laughed. “The Brotherhood, specifically you, wiped out the Sons. I don’t think Maria or her lawyer will want anything to do with them.”

“They can keep an eye on her,” Chase said.

“Where is she? Hell, if the lawyer tells Vic where she’s hiding, then yeah. Send the Brotherhood in to snatch her up and hide her,” I told him.

“Shit. Vic just linked me; the lawyer got the warning but won’t even admit he knows where she is hiding. She could be anywhere, going anywhere.”

“And if the Feds replace her, the CIA can too.” I only had one option I could think of, and Colletta agreed. “We need Frank and the Feds to back off and let the Packs take care of Maria and Maritza. It’s the only way to keep them safe.”

“I’ll call Donovan and let him know.”

“I don’t think that will work; he may not listen to you, but he used to work for me. I’ll have to fly to Denver and meet him.”

Chase let out a sigh. “Yeah, that would be best. I’ll keep working with Spider to figure out where she’s hiding. If I get anything, I’ll bring Panhead and the Denver chapter in.”

“I’ll call you when I get to Denver,” I said. Hanging up, I tossed the phone back in my suitcase. “This timing fucking sucks.”

“No time for fucking or sucking now,” Colletta agreed. “Get dressed, and I’ll get you a shuttle and tell our pilots to get the jet ready. I can handle the meetings here.”

“I’ll make it up to you.” I kissed her goodbye and promised to be back tomorrow.

An hour later, I was wheels-up for Denver, arrival eight-thirty local time. One of the Brotherhood prospects picked me up from the airfield. “Did you hear the news?”

“Of what?”

“Shootout at the lawyer’s office; Portman is dead. Two Federal agents shot, two bad guys dead, one on the loose.”

Shit. I called Frank’s cellphone, and it went to message. My next call was to the DEA Special-Agent-In-Charge of the Denver Field Division. “This is Frank Grimes with Homeland. What’s going on with Donovan,” I asked when SAIC Len Grunwald answered.

“Frank is all right; he’ll be on administrative leave pending the internal investigation of the shootout. The two FBI agents he was working with are in the hospital, one in critical condition. I’m heading there right now, and Commander Lindstrom is flying up from Los Angeles. What the hell is this about, Frank? No one will tell me anything, and no one told me Donovan was coming into my jurisdiction.”

“Not over the phone.” He told me which hospital, and I had the Prospect take me there. He dropped me near the front, and I flashed my Homeland Security badge to the cop controlling access. I saw Len’s bald head across the lobby and headed his way. “What’s the status?”

He led me into a corner where we had a little privacy. “The FBI is talking to Frank now, and it's not my case. Maybe you can explain why Donovan ended up at a lawyer’s office on a Friday night.”

“The Task Force found out the daughter of the Denver Sons President was hiding in the area, and she was in danger. Portman helped her out, so Frank flew here to see if he could talk them into accepting Federal protection.”

“He couldn’t just call me?”

“He wanted to handle it quickly and quietly. Now, what do you know about what happened?”

Len updated me on the basics; three armed men came out the back, the firefight resulted in two dead perps and two wounded FBI agents plus a dead lawyer. “Word is that they tortured the lawyer before he died. The office got tossed. We don’t know if they found whatever they were looking for.”

“What do we know about the dead guys?”

“No identification and fingerprints didn’t match anyone. I guess we’ll see.”

If they were CIA, they wouldn’t come up in any Federal database. It sure sounded like them. “Who’s in charge? I need to talk to Frank, like NOW.”

It took a bit of time, but fifteen minutes later, I was sitting next to a sullen Frank in the surgical waiting room. He told me about Claire and his guilt about sending her around back alone. “I’m out, Frank,” he told me. “I need to be here for her.”

I’d have to wait for Commander Lindstrom to arrive to discuss the Task Force and their interest in the two jaguars.