“Yeah, well, some jobs are all-hands-on-deck and those include mine. Sometimes I just need to be there as muscle – I can throw a punch if I have to – and sometimes I’m there as back-up. If things go south, I go in with my team and I have their backs, just like they have mine.”
“And these?” She was tracing the scars again. “How’d these happen?”
“Yeah, those were bad situations. They went to s**t fast and hard and we went in shooting to get my people out.” He sighed and touched the one on his shoulder. “This one I got from a drug cartel on the Mexican border. Nasty little assholes and they had one of my girls tied up. They were going to pump her full of their drugs and then do God-only-knows-what, so we had to get her the hell out.”
Naomi was startled. “Was she OK?”
“Lilly? Hell, yes. We
