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“I can help,” she said quietly. “Touch my ass.” Cooper frowned.

“What? I will not,” he muttered.

“Meet me near the river by the suspension bridge. Touch my ass and I’ll make a scene,” she whispered.

Cooper didn’t want to do it but the other two men raised their brows, both ready to lift their hands. Damn if he was going to let that happen.

He reached out, placing his big hand across her taut ass filling out those jean shorts. She slapped him across his face, cursing in Spanish. She set the lemonade down and left the small store and café, slamming the door behind her.

“Ouch,” said Coop.

“The boss is mad at you,” said a teenaged boy. “She doesn’t like to be touched.”

“Yes, I can see that,” said Coop still rubbing his cheek. “I’ll go apologize.”

He followed the trail to the location, leaving his two teammates behind. He found her exactly where she’d said.

“I’m sorry if I hit you too hard,” she said. “I had to make it look real.”

“It was pretty fucking real,” he grinned. “What do you have for us?”

She told them almost everything they needed. Where his home was, where the drugs were, where the animals were, and so much more. Now, she was in danger.

Fuck me.

One week ago…

Cooper’s team of Rangers, along with two other teams, descended upon the area surrounding the drug warehouses. They couldn’t touch the animals and they couldn’t touch the coliseum but this was their domain.

“Coop? If we do this those animals are going to die,” said one of his teammates. He nodded, realizing that it was the truth. “We can get to the warehouse holding the product and destroy that by flooding the building. We’ll set off the fire suppression system, soak the product, and it’ll be destroyed, at least temporarily.”

“I guess we don’t have an option,” frowned Coop.

“There is another option,” said a soft voice from behind him.

She was their source, their informant and she’d been giving them intel for weeks now. Her own parents and two brothers had been killed during the construction of the coliseum, their bodies tossed in the river like they were nothing but trash.

That’s when she vowed to ensure the death of Marco. The problem was she wasn’t a soldier or a spy. She wasn’t a woman that had any real talents at all other than making handbags for tourists from recycled materials found in the area. It was enough to live on but it did little to fight a mad man.

“Alright, Bianca, we’re listening,” said Coop.

He’d told the entire team that she was hands off. She would be treated with respect and dignity and if anyone dared to touch her, they would answer to him. She wasn’t some jungle whore, she was an innocent wanting exactly what they all wanted.

“Beneath the warehouse there is a tunnel that leads to the river for easy escape or an alternate delivery of the drugs. If you blow the gate, the tunnel is flooded.”

“And so is the warehouse,” smirked Coop.

“Yes. The sprinklers in the warehouse can be shut off easily. You might cause some damage but not enough.”

“But the river isn’t going to rise enough in the warehouse to destroy it all,” said one of the men.

“That’s true,” nodded Coop.

Lightning flashed above them, the sounds of a storm rolling through the region, about to begin. He shook his head realizing what shit luck they were having. He thought about calling home but shook his head. No. This part of it they needed to do themselves so that the others weren’t left with all of it.

“The gods are listening to you,” smiled the beautiful woman beside him. Her thick dark hair was braided down her back, the huge brown eyes staring up at him. She couldn’t be more than five-feet-four to his six-feet-two. She had a narrow waist, curvy hips and the most gorgeous chest he’d ever seen on a woman.

“The gods?” he said hoarsely.