Letter from the garden of stone - krebsnach (2024)

Chapter 1

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Letters from the garden of stone

Everlast

Sitting restless under the moon light
I know I am getting ready to kill
They say we’re going in with the day light
Ma I don’t want to but I will
‘Cause I won’t know the man who kills me
And I don’t know these men I kill
I pray to God for my salvation
Wash away the blood I spill
I try not to think about my family
‘Cause it’s a little
Now here I got me and I got my buddies
We can’t afford even one mistake
Sorry about writing on dirty card board
It’s the only paper I could find
Tell everyone I got their letters
Tell everyone I’m doing fine
Late at night we I can dream on
I think about life back in the world
I miss you and Dad I miss sister Sara
I miss my wife and my baby girl
Pray me, pray for my soul ma
Pray for me and all my sins
They say I’ve got a job to do now
I’ll be back when it finally ends
Do you think I should be fighting?
Ma are you proud are you ashamed
I really am trying to do the right thing
I hope my government can say the same
‘Cause I won’t know the man who kills me
And I don’t know these men I kill
And we wind up on the same side
Cause ain’t none of us doing God’s will
Black Dogs

Jeffrey Dean Morgan – Papa
Jensen Ackles – Lucifer
Jared Padalecki – Puppy
Christian Kane - Cowboy
Steve Carlson – Cali
Chad Michael Murray - Mayhem

The Black Dog were a secret Navy Seal trained team that were sent when the operation called for unorthodox method most that would be condemned by the moral public. They assinated rogue leaders, hunted enamies down. What they did would never get them a heroes welcome at home, win them comendations or visits to the White House. What they did was denied by the government to save their reputation as a humanitarin protector of the world. Those who knew what they did were grateful. Grateful that they didn’t have to do it and grateful because with the Black Dogs out there the world wasn’t as close to destruction as she would be with out them.

The small shanty size bar in the bad part of Belize City was almost cliché. Dark, smoky, smelling of stale beer, whiskey and sweat. Everyone watching something out of the corner of their eye trying to be alert while looking relaxed. A den of thieves, drug dealers, murders and rapists just like a million other sh*tty little bars all over the world that Morgan and his crew had been. It was like a million other bars they would go to when this job was done. It was their comfort zone.

There wasn’t much for entertainment in the bar. Two tables had a decks of cards in the center another had dominos. No pool table or darts. But that didn’t stop his boys from having a knife throwing competition. Jeffrey Dean Morgan called Papa by his team sat back watching sipping his lukewarm beer and puffing on his Cuban cigar. The rest of the bar didn’t seem as amused as he was over his boy’s antics. The little guy with the bad braids cringed every time one the knives hit the back wall.

Jared ‘Puppy’ Padalecki held his hand flat against the pillar long fingers spread a big smirk on his face. Jensen ‘Lucifer’ Ackles flipped his knife in his hand before giving Jared a co*cky wink tossing the knife. It imbedded almost to hilt between Jared’s middle and ring finger. Jared hadn’t even batted an eye. Being afraid that Jensen would miss and hit his huge ass hand didn’t even cross his mind. Christian ‘Cowboy’ went next twirling the knife between his long fingers before throwing. His knife hit between Jared’s pinky and ring finger. Chad ‘Mayhem’ Murray just picked up a knife throwing it hitting between the thumb and index. Steve ‘Cali’ Carlson tossed his knife taking the space between the index and middle finger. Not even getting up from his seat Jeff threw his knife landing just above Jensen’s. Less

than a minute later all five knifes hit the center of the table in a pin wheel.
“Show off.” Jensen pushed the 6’6 lanky Padalecki down into a chair before settling in his lap planting a tonsil checking kiss on his mouth. Jared slid his big hands down Jensen’s back cupping his perfect firm ass. “Got me what I wanted didn’t” Jared smirked.

“Awe Puppy is a horn dog for Lucifer how cute. Makes me go all marshmellowy inside.” Christian teased. Jeff reached out grabbing Christian by the back of his pants yanking him down on to his lap. “Says the Cowboy who is perpetually horny.” Jeff let his hand drift to Christian’s hardening co*ck.

Chad laughed at the torment groan slipping from Christian until Steve grabbed him from behind around the waist growling in his ear. “You know how they feel don’t you Mayhem.” Steve purred into his ear grinding against Chad’s ass. “sh*t Cali.”

One of the local thugs sitting at an adjacent table grumbled “fa*ggot American freaks.” Jensen was off Jared’s lap with a knife to the

man’s throat before anyone could blink. “Care to say that again friend.”
Everyone in the bar would except the 5 other American’s tensed. The blade nicked just enough of so a trickle of blood rolled down the man mocha colored neck. Jensen leaned closer in so he could see the fear in the man’s eyes smell it. “You stink like fear. You know what I really hate?” The man’s eyes just got bigger. “I hate an asshole with a big mouth that doesn’t back up his words. See in Texas shooting off

your mouth can get you f*cked up if you aren’t man enough to back it up.”
Jeff saw the bartender reaching under the bar probably for the nice tech nine he had tucked under there. “Lucifer! Stand down!” Jeff called his boy to heel. Jensen backed away his green gold eyes fixed with an icy glint. He went back kneel next the Jeff who placed a warm hand on the back of his neck. Jeff turned and looked at the bartender.

“You pull that tech nine and Cowboy will drop you where you stand before you can even pull the trigger.” Christian squared himself but didn’t reach for a weapon. The bartender brought his hands up empty palms out.

“We want no trouble. Your kind isn’t wanted here.” the bartender said

Jared throw back his head and laughed. “Our kind. That always makes me laugh. I always thought my kind as being a badass Texas boy. I bleed for my brothers, and my country. I go where my uncle Sam sends me. Defend them with honor. So I really don’t know what kind you are talking about.” Jared leveled his gold and whiskey colored fox like eyes.

The bartender took a step back against the rack of liquor. “Americans, Texans, fa*ggots. You……”

It wasn’t Christian who stopped the man from speaking but a precisely thrown knife by Steve breaking the shelve of bottles behind him. “Shut the hell up.”

Chad moaned grinding himself back against Steve. “Damn it Steve I so want you to f*ck me now.”

Three Belize City police officers walked into the bar surveying caos. A big grin split the largest man face. JD and his boys always did cause quite amount of trouble where ever they went. Augustus Barring had met Jeffrey Dean Morgan and his Black Dogs deep in the hills of Columbia 10 years earlier. Barring had been trying stop the cartel from shipping cocaine into Belize City. Morgan and the Black Dogs where hunting Wilber Varela the leader of the Norte del Valle Cartel. They had saved Augustus from a slow painful torturous death by soldiers in the Cartel.

“Ah Papa you do not come quietly to my city do you?” Augustus embraced Jeff in a big hug.

“My boys don’t know how to be quite unless they are in the bush.”

Augustus looked down at Jensen who was still kneeling unmoving next to Jeff. “Ah Lucifer is the most beautiful fallen angel.” he pulled Jensen up into a hug. “Cowboy look at all that hair.” he hug Christian who palmed his smooth bald head. “Not all of us can pull off the Mr. Clean look Gus.” Chad didn’t wait for Augustus to greet him he just launched himself at the tall black man. “Gus buddy how the f*ck are you?” “Missing my little Mayhem.” Augustus kissed the boy on the lips before grabbing Steve. “California Sunshine.” their kiss was a little bit longer. Then Augustus was picked up off his feet turning him around. “Puppy! You grew more! Damn boy put me down.” Augustus slapped the bigger man playfully on the shoulder.

The spectaters in the bar all looked on shocked. The Belize Police Chief knowing and possibly having a intimate relationship with the American hard for them to wrap their brains around. Augustus motioned with his head that they would be using the bars tiny back room for their meeting.

The two other police officers who came in with Augustus stood outside the back room door guarding it. Inside the 7 large men were a little cramped but relaxed. These were men who were used to being in each others space. Augustus knew even if they had been in a bigger room the Black Dogs would be as they were now. Lucifer sitting on Puppies lap, Mayhem leaning back against Cali, Cowboy perched on the small table his thighs framing Papa’s broad shoulders who sat on the chair in front of the table.

“I hear you got Valera. Any truth in that? I thought they pulled your team to work in Afghanistan.”

Jeff smiled. “Let’s just say a fallen angel gave Valera his very own Columbian neck tie.” Jeff winked at Jensen. He was proud of his boys. “We were in Afghanistan at the end of 2007 when we got called back to Columbia. So what is you need from the Black Dogs Gus?”

In Belize City alone in the past two years alone the murder rate had quadrupled. Feed by the drug trafficking still flowing relatively unchecked. Now with the new Cartel formed from the remains of the Medellin and Cali cartel’s they were moving record amounts of cocaine through Belize using the local gangs. The cartel’s were also providing the gangs with heavy military hardware from AK 47’s, Tech nines, granades, rocket launchers. The gangs in Belize City were better armed then the Belize army. The most violent murderous gang was the George Street Crew.

“Belize City has a higher murder rate per capita then the US. Sad when the country is the smallest in the America’s. The battle for the city is last before the law can even try to fight. We don’t have the resources or the training. What I need is for you and the boys to train my people help us get a handle on this and get our city back.”

“Ok then Gus. We can give you around 8 months.” Jeff agreed to help. This was there time after any job the top brass gave him and is team 8 months to recover and regroup before sending them off again.

TBC........

Chapter 2

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The group of row houses the Gus had commandeered for them was just outside the low land Creole area. Just spitting distance from where the George Street Crew had their turf. The local toughs watched them carry their things into the house. Some of the Crew appeared staring at them from across the street hands on their guns and knives. Jeffrey took a cigar out of his shirt pocket flipping open his Zippo. The leader of their looky loos fingered his 38. Jeff decided to go over and have a chat.

Jared saw Jeff was going to cross the street and followed. Not that he didn’t think Papa could handle a couple gang banger. He was just itching for a good fight. Jeff didn’t even look to see who followed him. It didn’t matter. “Hello boys. I see you over here watching us move in and I thought maybe you were a little shy about coming over and introducing yourself.” Jeff clinched his cigar in his mouth. “Jeffrey Dean Morgan.”

“We don’t give a f*ck who you are. We just want to make sure you know the score here. Belize City belongs to the George Street Crew. Stay the f*ck out of our business and nothing will bother you.” the leader said smugly.

“Damn Papa. I don’t know about you but I am so not shaking in my boots right now.” Jared gave a chuckle of disrespect.

“Puppy. I don’t think junior here was trying to scare us.” Jeff moved lighten fast shoving the man back grabbing his gun and pushed it against his forehead. “You weren’t threaten us were you son. Because that would be very bad manners.” the rest of the thugs seemed unsure what they should do. They all pulled out their weapons. Steve came out of the house followed by Jensen. Both men made their way across the street. Christian and Chad put the bag they were carrying to join them.

“Introducing yourself to the locals Papa?” Christian asked crossing his arms over his chest. The thugs all took two steps back.

Jeff co*cked the gun I his hand pushing the barrel under the mans chin. “Pay attention now. Belize City used to belong to the George Street Crew. It now belongs to us.” Jeff released the thug giving the gun back. Turning Jeff headed back across the street.

“Hey American! You just made the biggest mistake of your life. The Crew will make you wish you never came to Belize.” The thug snarled

Not even bothering to turn and look at them Jeff said “Oh don’t worry we look forward to hearing from the Crew.”

After settling in securing all the doors and windows Steve started to cook dinner. They grilled some salmon and vegetables. Chad was cleaning the guns, Jensen was sharpening knives. Jared was hooking up the computer up with the Belize criminal data base. Christian was strumming on his guitar. Jeff was talking their handler back in the States.

“The brass is worried that this side job of yours will turn into a cluster f*ck.” NCIS Agent Timothy Hutton hated every time Morgan and his team went off the reservation. It usually ended with lots of blood and destruction. Getting in the middle of a gang drug war in Belize wasn’t a good idea.

“You worry to much Timmy. This is a cake walk for us. We are just hear to train the locals on how to take control of their city back.” Jeff wandered into the kitchen snagging a yellow pepper getting his hand slapped by Steve.

“You are suppose to be relaxing. Soaking up some rays or something. Not starting a war in Central American.”

Jeff laughed “We never start anything. We finish it. Tell me you got the information about the cartel and the George Street Crew.”

“Yeah. Yeah I sent it to Jared. Just promise I won’t have to make up some cover story to explain mass graves filled with gang and cartel members.”

“Oh we will make sure they each get their very own graves.” Jeff hung up.

Kenny Boy was embarrassed that the American’s had punked him in front of his boys. Back at the gangs home base he relayed the whole incident to their gang head King. King didn’t like to be disrespected by anyone and with the cartel watching them closely they needed to avenge the slight quickly.

“What does the American’s want?” King asked

“The one they called Papa said that Belize City now belonged to them.”

King instructed Kenny Boy to take a couple soldiers and watch the row houses the American’s were staying in. And to make sure that the local all knew if they had anything to do with the Americans would be bad for their future lives. The crew ruled Belize City with fear and violence. That was one of the reasons that the Cartel choose to do business with them instead of one of the other gangs.

The next night Jared and Jensen road out with one of the patrol units to get the lay of the land. No one on the street seemed inclined to try to hide their drug and gun dealing. The jeep came to a stop in front of a row house that had about six practically naked girls. “Hey po po. You looking for a free be?” one of the girl slinked up next to Jared making sure her attributes were in clear view. Jensen unsheathed his knife flipping it in his hand. The girl took a step back.

Down the street some Crew members watched. When the patrol jeep stopped again the Crew followed pulling their weapons. They began shooting from across the street. Jensen slipped out of the jeep crouching behind a sedan parked next to them. Jared slide down over the hood of the jeep. One of the cops took a hit through his shoulder slumping over. The other cop pulled him out of the jeep taking cover.

Jensen pulled his Makarov firing back. Jared pulling both his 45s he stepped out from behind the jeep firing. Between them Jared and Jensen took out 5 of the Crew sending the rest scattering.

Walking out into the street to where one of the Crew was groaning as blood seeped out of him Jensen squatted down. “Tell your boys that pissing off the Black Dogs is not good if you want to live to become old. Consider this your one free pass. Next time no one walks away.”

Jared came over pulling Jensen up giving him a kiss. “You good baby?” Jensen nodded leaning into the bigger man. “Yeah. What about Gus’s boys?”

“One of them caught one in the shoulder.”

It didn’t take long for the news that the Americans had taking out 5 members of the Crew to get back to the cartel. Cartel boss Moses Rojas wasn’t pleased. It had taken him 4 years to bring the Cali and Medellin cartels together. The cocaine pipeline they had established between Columbia and Mexico went right through Belize. Any kink in that line meant that the Columbians and the Mexicans both lost money. Rojas hated losing money.

“I want to know who these American’s are. Where they are from, their families, everything. They will regret ever sticking their nose into my business.” Rojas looked at each of his Lieutenants eyes so they all understood what he meant. The Americans would suffer.

TBC……

Chapter 3

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Belize City

Christian let his head fall forward as the hot water from the shower head beat down on his neck and shoulders. He was just about to reach for the shampoo when cool air broke through the hot mist Jeffrey stepped into the shower behind him. A strong arm pulled Christian back against a solid body. A big hand thrust through the thick mass of cherry wood colored mane tugging gently until Christian head fell back against his shoulder.

“I hope you weren’t planning to wash your hair yourself. That’s my job Cowboy.” Jeff growled into the smaller man’s ear. “Oh God! Papa.” Christian moaned. Jeff’s strong fingers threaded through his hair massaging his scalp, it was the most erotic thing Christian had ever felt. His co*ck jumped to life as he ground his ass back against Jeff’s hard dick.

Jeff turned Christian around pulling his head back so the spray washed the suds from his hair. Leaning in Jeff kissed the full lips. His hands slid down his boys back to cup the firm ass cheeks. Jeff’s middle finger probed the sweet small pucker. “So tight Cowboy.” Jeff pulled back a little. “Turn around hands on the wall.”

Turning Christian leaned forward placing his hands on the shower tiles. Jeff spread his ass cheeks rubbing the leaking tip of his co*ck against the hot pink hole. “How do you want it Cowboy? Slow and easy or fast and hard?” Jeff asked sucking a deep purple and red hickey on the pale gold neck. Christian let out a rush of breath. “Need to feel you deep and hard. Want to feel you for days Papa.” Jeff grinned thrusting forward into Christian’s welcoming heat. “Anything for my Cowboy.” Jeff set a punishing pace the only thing keeping Christian from slamming into the stall wall was his upper body strength. “Harder Damn It!” Christian demanded thrusting back into Jeff. “You want harder little slu*t?” Jeff brought his right hand wrapping it around Christian’s throat squeezing just enough to make if hard for the boy to catch his breath. He could feel Christian starting to clinch around him as his org*sm ripped through him. “Ah f*ck! Baby!” Jeff’s release hit him hard his knees buckled and both men hit the floor.

The two men emerged from the bathroom dressed in jeans and nothing else. Steve looked at them with a smirk. “You assholes take up all the hot water f*cking in the shower again.”

“Bite me Cali.” Cowboy threw his damp towel at the dish water blonde. Steve caught it before it hit him in the face. “I would but from the looks of your neck Papa already took a bite.”

Chad scowled a little “One day you’re going too drowned in the shower with Papa’s dick up your ass Chris and won’t your mama be proud of you.” Christian flipped him off.

Columbia foot hills of the Andes

Casa Del Rojas

Moses Rojas swirled the brandy in his glass. His assistant just delivered the files on the Black Dogs. There wasn’t much, the Black Dogs officially didn’t exist. Like f*cking Phantoms. All he had was names, ages and branch of military service and other standard information you might find on a drivers license.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan aka ‘Papa’
Age: 41
Black hair
Brown eyes
6’2
210 lbs
Place of birth: Seattle Washington
Navy Seal – discharged

Christian Kane aka ‘Cowboy’
Age: 35
Brown hair
Blue eyes
6’0
195 lbs
Place of birth: Dallas Texas
Navy Seal – discharged

Belize City

Chad swung his leg over Steve’s lap enjoying the friction of material against his naked thighs balls and co*ck. Steve grinned up at him. “Is it naked time little boy?” Steve cupped the back of Chad’s head pulling him in for a kiss. Their lips nibbled, sucked, and devoured neither in a hurry to move on to a higher level just yet. Chad slowly rolled his hips grinding against Steve’s hardening co*ck.

Pulling back to take a needed breath Chad’s eyes hazy with lust. His nimble fingers made quick work of Steve’s fly. Sliding off kneeling between his lovers legs Chad pulled Steve’s thick co*ck out. Teasing the tip with his tongue. Steve groaned his head falling back as Chad sucked him deep. “Christ baby!” Chad moaned around Steve’s co*ck his own hand stroking his aching dick. Steve grabbed his hand bringing it to his he sucked two fingers into his mouth. Releasing them “Get your self ready.” Steve watched through heavy lids as Chad played with his own hole getting himself ready whimpering as each finger slipped in.

With a growl Steve yanked Chad onto his lap holding his cheeks apart Chad sank slow down until his ass sat snug against Steve’s balls. “Steve. Steve.” Chad moaned leaning down kissing Steve’s lips. They moved together slowly savoring every movement. Their completion came in unison with Chad collapsing down on top of Steve.

The sound of a wet towel connecting with Chad’s bare ass was followed by a fit of giggles that should never come from a man who stands 6’6. Chad made to lunge at Jared but Steve held him still. “I am so going to kill you f*ckin’ Yeti.” Chad snarled.

“Couldn’t help it Mayhem your lily white ass was just hanging in the breeze I couldn’t resist.” Jared laughed.

Chad scowled harder. “At least my ass isn’t as pasty white as your boys.”

“His ass isn’t pasty white it has cute gold freckles on it.” Jensen slapped him in the back of the head.

Columbia foot hills of the Andes

Casa Del Rojas

Steven Carlson aka ‘Cali’
Age: 34
Light Brown hair
Blue eyes
6’0
195 lbs
Place of birth: Bay Area California
Navy Seal – discharged

Chad Michael Murray
Age: 29
Dark blonde hair
Blue eyes
6’0
190 lbs
Place of birth: Long Island New York
Navy Seal - discharged

Belize

Jensen pushed Jared face down on the bed crawling up settling on his butt. For a moment he just sat back admiring the broad tan muscled expanse of Jared’s back. Lightly he traced the valley of his spine. “So beautiful like you were cast in bronze.” Jared’s stomach floundered at the awe in Jensen’s voice. “Only in your eyes Jen.” Jensen poured scented oil on his hands slowly began rubbing Jared’s shoulders needing each muscle until it was loose and relaxed. Jensen hummed as his massaged his hard co*ck riding easily against Jared’s ass.

Slipping down Jared’s long legs Jensen gentle pushed them apart burying his face deep between them. His tongue teasing Jared’s pink hole and heavy balls. Jared bucked against the bed. “Jen. Jen.” he panted. Jensen pulled back. “Don’t cum Jay. Want to ride you.”

Jared turned over pulling Jensen down into a deep consuming kiss. He stroked his hands down to Jensen’s ass feel his readiness. Jensen’s hole was lubed, stretched and ready for him. Jared pulled back his hazel eyes glowing almost gold with lust. “All prepped for me you little slu*t.” Jared grabbed Jensen’s hips positioning him right over his straining sex. “Going to f*ck you like the little whor* you are baby.” Jared slammed Jensen down implying him. “God! Jared!” Jensen moaned his head thrown back as he road his lover like a stallion back home. Jared wrapped one big hand around Jensen’s weeping sex. “Come on Jen. Cum with me.” Jared demanded. Jensen let out a painful moan collapsing forward onto Jared.

“It’s ok baby I’ve got you.” Jared crooned stroking a comforting hand down Jensen’s back, pressing butterfly kisses along his beloved face and neck.

A loud thump against their door got their attention. “Damn Puppy what did you do to make Lucifer sound like the cheerleader chic from Porky’s?” Cowboy asked through the door with a barely control laughter.

“f*ck off Kane!” Jared and Jensen yell in unison.

Columbia foot hills of the Andes

Casa Del Rojas

Jared Padalecki aka ‘Puppy’
Age: 27
Dark brown hair
Hazel brown eyes
6’6
220 lbs
Place of birth: San Antonio Texas
Navy Seal - discharged

Jensen Ackles aka ‘Lucifer’
Age: 31
Light brown hair
Green eyes
6’1
195 lbs
Place of birth: Dallas Texas
Navy Seal - discharged

Moses slammed the files down on his desk. “What is this? I wanted to know about them who their families are. What their weaknesses are. Not their f*cking vehicle registrations!” Dominic Marino was Rojas second didn’t flinch at his bosses out burst. The Cartel’s American lawyer Matthew Fox paled a little squirming in his seat.

Fox was in charge of finding out the information on the Americans. He failed miserably. “Moses. These guys. Not even the military has more personal information on them. My contact at the Pentagon said as far as their service records the Black Dogs don’t exist. Not even as a black ops team.”

“Everyone has family. You might hate them but everyone has some.” Rojas countered.

“Not these guys. If they have family it’s the team. If they have weaknesses it’s each other.” Fox pulled out some surveillance photos.

The first one was of Papa and Cowboy sitting in a small café Morgan causally threading his fingers though the other mans hair. The next picture was of Puppy standing behind Lucifer wrapping the smaller man in a snug embrace. The last picture was of Cali feeding Mayhem some pasta then leaning like he was going to kiss the man. The intimacy of the pictures was not lost on the other men.

“This is what we need. Lets see how the Black Dogs function when they are a few men short.” Rojas smiled

Marino excused himself going to his own office in the huge Villa style casa. Making sure no one had followed him, no servant loitered Dominic retrieved the satellite phone from it’s hiding place.

The connection made. “Red widow maker.” the connection went dead.

NCIS Agent Timothy Hutton sat back in his chair. “sh*t! f*ck!” This was not good. They had team in place to back up Morgan’s team. He knew this was going to turn into a cluster f*ck.

TBC>>>>>

Chapter 4

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By 6pm the streets of Belize City were completely relinquished to the gang’s. It had been 3 months since the Black Dogs settled in. In that time run ins with the George Street Crew had been numerous. It seemed the Crew was a little slow on the up take. Every couple of days the gang would decide it was a good idea to come at which ever member of the Dogs they happen to see in OK Corral style fight. The crew member who Lucifer and Puppy had taken out died when the doctor at the hospital nicked an artery trying to remove the Makarov slug. The Crew swore they were out for blood.

They didn’t wait long Papa and Cali were on patrol with a couple of Gus’s guys when the Crew rammed their jeep. The jeep just missed crushing Cali but pinned the driver. Cali covered the man firing on the Crew. Papa came out of the tipped over Jeep with an AK. Blood running down the side of his face he swept a semi circle of bullets at the Crew. By the time the shooting stopped 3 of the Crew were dead and the jeep driver barely alive.

Cowboy was sparing with one of Gus’s boys in the vacant lot behind the police station when 5 of the Crew came. The biggest guy was swing nu chucks like he thought he was Bruce Lee. The cop went for his gun but Christian told him not too. Bandana holding his hair in only khaki’s and boots Cowboy squared up. “Come on Hoss don’t be shy step up to the plate.” Chad came out of station followed by Jensen they circled positioning themselves so if the other Crew thugs tried to jump in they could take them out.

Bruce Lee swung advancing on Christian. He side stepped the hit swing around kicking the dude in the back of the head send him to his knees. The weapon went skidding across the lot, Jensen kicked further out of the thug reach. Cowboy bounced on the balls of his feet ready to strike again. “Come on son that the best you got?”

“You’re dead meat white boy.” The thug snarled ramming into Christian with his shoulder. Christian wrapped his legs around the thug taking them both to the ground. Rolling Christian held the man down his knees on either side of his head his legs crossed over the man’s wind pipe. “Looks like I am not the one gasping for breath boyo.” Cowboy grinned down at the man struggle for breath the look in his storm blue eyes making his captive question his sanity.

It would just take a slight squeeze of Christian’s legs and the thugs neck would snap. Jensen and Chad stood just watching the only thing they wondered was how much longer Christian was going to play with the asshole. “Snap his neck. Don’t snap his neck but light a fire under your ass. I am starving.” Chad grossed.

Christian looked up his eyes looking with Papa who had came out of the station standing next to Lucifer. Jeffrey drew his index finger across his throat. With a quick jerk Christian snapped the thugs neck.

The Black Dogs had to be unremorseful. They couldn’t just let someone who attacked them walk away. The George Street Crew and the Cartel needed to know that the Dog’s did not back down. You come at them you will be signing your own death warrant.

The Cartel had lost 3 shipments of cocaine going through Belize City to Mexico to the Dogs and the fish population of the Caribbean Sea. Gus was getting worried about the blow back. Tim was worried about the Cartel sending a hit squad. Jeffrey and the rest of his boys were itching for a fight.

Tim called Jeffrey’s phone while he paced the war room. Dominic had called again to say Rojas had called in some hitters from Haiti. “Come on Morgan answer the f*cking phone.”

Jeff light his cigar before pulling out his phone. “Hey Timmy. What’s the news?”

“Haitian hit squad heading your way. How’s that for news?” Tim almost shouted.

“Hey Puppy! Timmy says the Cartel is sending a Haitian hit squad.” Tim could hear Jared laugh then yell “Wow I am petrified. A whole lot of bad hair coming to kill us. They going to hold us down and give us dreads? Cowboy better watch his head.”

“f*ck you Jared your hair is almost as long as mine. Guess we are in the same boat then.” Christian threw the rag he was cleaning his gun with at Jared.

“This is serious Morgan. Rojas wants you guys dead.”

Jeff rolled his eyes chomping on his stogy. Tim was always in a panic. Why he didn’t take the job with Quantico to teach to stay as the Black Dog’s handler Jeff never really got a straight answer for. “Timmy we know it is serious. But if we went into panic mode every time some asshole sent someone after us we’d be hiding under our beds all the time. You know how good Mayhem is at pissing people off.” Jeff chuckled.

Christian walked over to Jeff settling on his lap he scratched the salt and pepper beard. He loved the feel of it dragging across his skin because it usual followed with nipping kisses. Taking the cigar from Jeff’s fingers Christian reached behind him putting it out. Leaning forward he teased Jeff’s ear with his tongue before whispering. “Tell Timmy good bye Papa.” Jeff’s smoldered his voice dropping to a growl. “Got to go Timmy need to put my boy to bed.” Jeff tossed the phone at Jared wrapping his arms around Christian’s waist standing up he carried his Cowboy to bed.

“Jeff! Morgan! Damn it!” Tim yelled.

“Sorry Tim man. Papa went to take a nap with Cowboy.” Jared tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear.

“Fine when he is done tell him the ETA on the hitters is 36 hours.” Tim hung up.

Jared got up and went into the kitchen where Jensen was helping Steve cook dinner. He walked up behind both of them kissing Jensen’s neck giving Steve’s ass a grope. Chad wondered in “Padalecki why are you grabbing Steve’s ass?” A big toothy grin split Jared’s face. “My hand slipped.” “Whatever Puppy. I reserve the right to grope Lucifer in the future.” Chad smacked Jared’s hand away from Steve’s ass.

Jensen turned his head co*cking his ear brow. “I feel like such a piece of meat. How about you Steve?” Steve turned around grabbing the waist of Chad’s pants pulling him close. “I feel so debased.” Steve smiled pressing a quick kiss on Chad’s mouth.

Jared rested his chin on Jensen’s shoulder. “Timmy called said Rojas is sending some Haitian’s ETA 36 hours.” Jared shared the recent development.

“That means Voodoo sh*t.” Chad groaned.

TBC>>>>

Chapter 5

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It didn’t take long for the George Street Crew to spread the word that the Haitian’s were coming to take care of their American problem. Most of the city took to hiding inside peeking out of windows sure any minute the streets would run red with the Black Dogs blood. A few of Gus’s men refused to ride with them for fear they would be caught in the middle. Which didn’t bother the Dog’s at all they just took over the nightly patrols of Belize City.

Jensen had stepped out of the row house lighting up a cigarette while he loaded the jeep with the gear they would need for the night patrol. The eerie quiet that settled on the street made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His eye scanned up and down the street, nothing seemed out of place but the not right feeling remained. Jensen’s head snapped around as Papa stepped out of the house.“You feel it Papa? There’s an ill wind stirring.” Jensen said taking a long drag. Jeff gave him a look that said he felt it too. They all did.

The rest of the guys came out standing around the jeep. Each man humming with the tension of a spring loaded trap ready to be sprung. Chad snagged the cigarette from Jensen taking a drag passing it back. As if the weather knew what was to come a rumble of thunder rolled over the mountains the smell of rain wafted through the air. Gus pulled up in a police car looking grim. “A runner for King just told us the Haitian’s came in this morning. They have been holdup with the Crew making plans.”

“All this waiting is giving me the audega. I say we hit them first.” Jared said making a face.

Jensen co*cked an eye brow. “And you became a old Jewish woman when? Dude audega?”

Jared flipped him off. “It’s like indigestion or something.”

Shaking his Christian shoved his Glock in the back of his pants. “Besides Puppy’s belly ache it’s time we take it to them.”

Steve and Chad nodded their agreement. Waiting was never the Black Dogs long suit. Papa looked at each man. They were his family, his boys they were the only things that matter to him. Jeff turned to Gus. “Your boys ready to take over? After this we are heading to Columbia to take care of Rojas and we won’t be back.” Gus nodded. The Dogs had trained his people to fight like them, they were ready to handle whatever was left of the Crew when the Dogs were done.

The storm that had rolled in with thunder and lightening had settled into a heavy mist by the time the Dogs were geared up to hit the Crew house. Dressed in black with black cameo paint on their faces and arms the Dog’s parked their jeep two kilometers for their target. Steve, Jared and Chad headed toward river that flowed just behind the house. Jeff, Jensen and Chris went in from the front.

Jensen climbed up on the roof laying flat against the porch awning. Jeff came in from the right and Chris on the left. On the silent count Jensen chucked a smoke grenade into the center of the yard. They could hear chair clatter to the floor, panic voices, foot steps running. 6 guys came running out of the house.

Rising like a phoenix from the ashes Lucifer stood on the roof before dropping down behind one of the men. Wrapping his arm around the man’s neck he slammed the blade of his knife into the man’s throat. Cowboy caught the second guy unloading half a clip into the man’s gut. Papa took out two guys with a spray of bullets. Jensen threw his knife hit the man running away. Chris snapped the last guys neck. From the looks of them they were all members of the George Street Crew.

King ran toward the back of the house followed by the 4 Haitian’s. Puppy rose from the water like Posiden from the sea rifle raised, his shot hit King dead center in the forehead. The hit men scattered. Mayhem waited silently in the brush as two of the men neared Chad shot them both in the knee caps. As they lay screaming in pain he walked up leaning down he stuck the barrel of his gun in one mouth. “Smile Homey.” And pulled the trigger. The guy laying next to him closed his eyes waiting for the end. “Boom.” Chad whispered as he pulled the trigger. Cali smiled .45 in both hands firing the last two Haitians.

Papa pulled out a cigar lighting it as the 3 of the team cam around the side of the house. “You boys good?”

“Right as rain Papa.” Steve grinned giving the older man a kiss on the lips.

Jared walked over to Jensen wrapping his arms around him rubbing his grease painted cheek against him. “You smell like blood.”

Jensen wrinkled up his nose. “You smell like swamp. Yuck!” Jensen wriggled but Jared tightened his hold.
Chad walked over shoving his hand into Jensen’s pocket coping a feel as he fished out his pack of cigarettes. “Hey Jay only grabbed Steve’s ass!” Jensen yelped. Chad grinned at him “Should keep your cigs in your front pocket then Jenny.” Chad said with a wink.

Papa looked at his watch. “We better head to the air strip. Gus said the pilot would be ready by 4am.” The bush pilot agreed to fly them into Columbia as close to the Andes as he could. Gus and his guys were steming the flow of information leaking to Rojas to give them a jump on the man. It didn’t really matter if the drug lord knew they were coming. The Black Dogs would hunt him down. They took hit squads sent after them personally.

“You going to let Timmy know where we are headed Papa?” Jensen asked his green gold almost glowing in the darkness and black face paint.

Scratching his beard. “Nah. Timmy already has an ulcer over this job. For his health it’s best for him not to know.

Christian hung back just a little. He knew they had to take out Rojas or all the work they had done with Gus would mean sh*t. But going into Columbia wasn’t something he ever wanted to do again. The last time the Black Dogs had gone in there they lost two of their team.

David Boreanaz ‘Angel’ and James Marsters ‘Blondie’ had got trapped between Valera’s men and the enferno caused by a miss aimed rocket shot by the drug Lords bodyguard. They had stayed behind returning fire so the rest of them could get to the chopper. The ceiling collapsed on top of them.

It had taken a day for the rest of the Dog too work through the rubble to find their bodies. The Dogs took them home and laid them to rest in Arlington National cemetery without the color guard, gun salutes. Just the Black Dogs, Timmy and David’s mother in attendance. She was presented with both United State’s flags quietly as her duty. The Dogs missed them like they had lost a limb.

“We will go see them as soon as this is done Cowboy.” Papa answering Christian’s unasked question. Every few months all the dogs went to Arlington to pay their respects, Even physically gone David and James were still part of the team.

TBC>>>>>

Chapter 6

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The pilot watched the six men walk toward the plane. Danger radiated from them like heat from a fire. They were men who could kill without a thought and walk away. He wished he hadn’t told Augustus he would fly them into Columbia. Swallowing the lump in his throat Pedro step forward. “I am Pedro I’ll be flying you into Columbia.”

Jeff reached out shaking Pedro’s hand. “Hey Pedro I am Jeff.” Nodding his head toward the Dogs “These are my boys. So how long until we lift off?”

“Soon as you and your boys are ready we can.”

The plane was a relic of the drug wars of Pablo Escobar era. Where there had once been customer leather couches and wet bar the interior had been stripped. The only place to sit was on the floor which didn’t bother any of the Dogs.

Jared lay with his head pillowed on Jensen’s leg. Steve sat with Chad between his legs back resting against his chest. Christian sat the same way with Jeff leaning against him eyes closed as Christian rubbed his temples. They all looked deceptively relaxed. Each lost in their own thoughts.

Pedro yelled back. “We are coming up on the landing strip.”

The sun had just started to rise over the Andes. The compound was about 3 kilometers from where they landed. Through thick foliage and cane fields. From the hill Jeff saw that the outside gate had a guard post with 3 armed guards patrolling. Looked like it was pretty wired up to. Passing the binoculars to Puppy “What kind of security?”

Jared scanned the roof line. “Looks pretty simple. Multiple relay patches. I’d say Rojas security system is a little hit or miss.” The drug lord probably thought so deep in the bush he didn’t need a complete state of the art security. “Could have more inside hard to tell. The look of the villa it wouldn’t support anything to high tech.”

“Not up to Valera standards then.” Steve took a look through the binoculars.

“Jensen’s nephew has a better one to keep his little sister out of his room using a skateboard and a laser tag game.”

Jensen smirked he was pretty proud of his nephew. For only being 5 he was a smart little critter. Twirling his knife through his fingers he asked “We waiting for first light?”

“Yeah. We can hunker down and get some sleep.”

The picked a place that was pretty covered by trees and over growth. Chad and Steve gathered stuff to build a small fire Jared and Jeff went hunting, Chris and Jensen check their gear. Jensen knew how hard it was for Christian to be back in Columbia. David and James were his boys more than any ones. He had brought them into the Dogs with him. Losing them had affected them all but Christina more than anyone.

Christian bent down to grab Jeff’s pack Jensen stepped up behind him wrapping his arms around him. Jensen kissed his neck and just held him letting Christian know he wasn’t alone in missing David and James.

“They are always with us you know.” Jensen whispered. Chris kissed Jensen’s hand. “Yeah I know.”

The others all came back Jeff and Jared bagged 3 rabbits a piece and Chad and Steve came back with enough wood for a Texas A&M bonfire. “We aren’t trying to burn the whole forest down guys.” Jensen shook his head. “Hey you never know what those guys are going to bring back from a hunt. Could have been a f*cking water buffalo or something.” Chad said dropping the wood.

They ate then settled down to sleep the late afternoon sun peeking through the tree canapé. Jared curled around Jensen burying his nose in his lover’s neck. Chad lay with his head pillowed on Steve’s chest. Christian lay sprawled on top of Jeff like he was a Sealy Posture Pedic mattress.

At exactly 430 am they all came awake. It took them just minutes to be ready to go. Jared, Jensen and Chad would take the roof. Jeff, Steve and Chris would take out the armed guards at the gate. Once they were in it was the standard room to room.

Marisol hugged her doll tighter. As the noise had finally gone quiet but Marisol had stayed in her hiding place in the linen closet. Senor Rojas had been upset with her Mama Clarita again. He hit her again and again with his belt and fist. Marisol had run and hide when Rojas had charged into the small room that she shared with her Mama who was the maid and part time whor* for the drug lord. He often beat Clarita until she was unconscious for some small infraction. Marisol was scarred she didn’t hear her mama whimpering anymore. She crawled out of the closet going to her mama who lay in pool of blood.

Jared popped open the circuit box for the main security system. With a few quick snips he rendered it useless. Jensen and Chad climbed down onto a small balcony slipping inside the house. Jeff and Steve took out the 2 men walking the fence while Chris took out the man in the guard house. They entered the house through the garage.

They made it through the kitchen before they heard the soft sobbing of a child begging mama to get up. Jeff put his finger to his lips. He pushed open the door to the small room off the kitchen. Kneeling next to the beaten body of a woman was pixie face little girl clutching a naked baby doll.

Marisol looked up her licorice colored eyes going wide. The man was big with a beard and gun. Two other men followed him into the room. She scrambled away trying to hide from them.

Jeff couldn’t believe his eye’s. There was a little girl in Rojas house. The poor girl was frightened to death. Crouching down he tried to smile. “Hey sweetheart. Do you speak English?” Marisol didn’t response. “sh*t! Cowboy.”

Christian squatted down looking at the little girl. Handing his gun to Jeff he pulled the bandana off his head. “Hey little angel.” Chris said in Spanish. “It’s ok we aren’t hear to hurt you. What’s your name?”

Marisol blinked the other man had pretty blue eyes like the summer sky. “Marisol. Senor Rojas hurt Mama.” tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I am eviscerating the mother f*cker.” Steve growled making Marisol scoot back away.

“It’s ok Marisol. Steve would never hurt you. My name is Christian and the other man is Jeffrey, but everybody calls him Papa.” Christian explained hoping to convey that they meant the child no harm.

Jeff found the little girls attention turned back to him her tilted to the right a little her black curls falling against her chubby baby cheeks. He smiled again. Marisol smiled back this time and said “Papa.” A bigger smile graced his face. “That’s right sweetheart.”

Chad, Jared and Jensen made their way to the main floor. Steve met them in the hall. “We found a little girl in the back off the kitchen with mom who was beaten to death. Says it was Rojas who did it.”

“Jesus this guy is a regular saint.” Chad said. “We think Rojas and his second are hold up in the big ass office at the west of the house.”

“You guys run into anyone on the way down?”

“Three guys currently wearing their tongues out side their necks.” Jensen said with a grin.

“Yeah I hear that is all the rage this season.” Jared said.

Marisol decided that she liked the blue eyed guy and Papa. Getting up she took a shy step toward Papa then held her arms up so he would pick her up. Jeff reached down picking her up. Marisol wrapped her arms around his neck. “Papa”.

Christian went to hook up with the others. He had no doubt in his mind they would be taking little Marisol with them when they left. Marisol had just acquired herself six new Daddies.

Chapter 7

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Marisol rubbed her tiny hand over Papa’s beard. It was soft and prickly at the same time. The blue eyed men went to find Senor Rojas. She was afraid for them. The Senor was very mean and he liked to hurt people.

Rojas pour himself another brandy. Fox was slouched on the leather sofa his eyes unfocused drunken haze. Marino hung gutted in the corner the satellite phone he used to call the NCIS agent stuffed in his mouth. Rojas had found out about the trader when Clarita had showed him what she found while cleaning Dominic’s room.

Steve and Christian had slipped outside the villa working their way around to the veranda that lead into the office. Chad, Jensen, and Jared waited outside the office door listening to the men inside. Rojas was complaining about hitting the whor* had bruised his knuckles. Jensen held up three fingers indicating that their was 3 men in the office. Rojas was going on about traders, betrayal and family. Jensen held up his hand in a signal they would go in on the count of five.

Fox didn’t let his gaze wander over into the corner where Marino hung. But Rojas had other plans. “Miguel, Miguel look at the trader stung up like the pig he was. I beat the bitch to death when brought the evidence against him to me. No way my Dominic, like a son to me would betray me.”

The door to the office flew open at the same time the veranda doors burst open. Chad took the American who jumped up trying to run. The but of his rifle slammed into his face. Rojas’s swung around pulling his gun from his back firing wildly. Christian fired blowing Rojas’s gun hand off at the wrist. As the Columbian screamed clutching his missing hand, Jensen’s bullets hit his knees. Jared walked up to the man shoving his gun into Rojas crotch he empty his clip into the man. Steve took the bottle of booze pouring it over the dead drug lord and the unconscious lawyer. Pulling out a cigarette out lighting it tossing it on the bodies. With a big grin Steve “So you guys want to go meet Marisol?”

Jeff had taken Marisol outside into the garden to watch the flowers open in the morning light. He wanted her away from the carnage his boys were doing. The pretty little girl with the ink black curls and toothy smile sat content on his lap. Unfazed by his ammo belt and guns. “Papa! Papa! Marisol pointed to the blue bird that perched it self on a low hanging branch.

“Now guys she very scared she doesn’t understand English yet. Best behavior please.” Christian warned as they followed the sound of small female giggles. They all stopped watching a little pixie bounce up and down on Jeff’s copying the birds. Jeff’s confident strong hand keeping the girl from tumbling to the ground. Marisol stopped seeing the five guys come into the garden. Her brown eyes grew wide. “Grande! Grande!” Marisol pointed at Jared.

Christian laughed. “She’s got that right.” Christian smiled at Marisol. “Si. Jared is a big puppy.” he explained in Spanish. Jared squatted down in front of Marisol who sat on Jeff’s lap. “Hi Marisol. I am Jared. Puppy.” Marisol smiled “Puppy!”

Jensen came around squatting down next to Jared. “Marisol. I am Jensen.” he didn’t give his nickname not wanting to scare the little girl. Marisol’s eyes grew huge she reached out to touch him. “Bonito. Moy Bonito. Jenseen.” “Ah she thinks your pretty Jenny.” Jared laughed kissing Jensen on the temple.

“Kiss! Kiss!” Marisol demanded puckering her lips at Jensen. Dutifully Jensen gave her a quick peck. Chad nudged his way in. Christian introduced him. “Marisol this is Chad Mayhem.” Chad took her little hand kissing her knuckles like Prince Charming. “A pleasure Senorita Marisol.” Steve leaned over Christian’s shoulder “Hola Marisol. I am Steve Cali.” Marisol smiled at him then buried her face in Jeff’s neck.

Christian stood up. “We should hit the road Mayhem hook up some C4.”

The Dog’s with their little charge trudge back to the landing strip where Pedro was waiting for them. Jeff passed Marisol to Jensen while he called Timmy. “Hey Tim we need you to get us some papers for a girl about 4 years old.”

“What? A little girl?” Tim knew this was big because Jeffrey Dean Morgan never called him Tim.

“Yeah Rojas killed her mother in front of her. Her name is Marisol. I don’t care which one of us you pick to be her father we are not leaving her here.” Jeff walked over to Christian wrapping his arm around his boy. Marisol was now up on Jared’s shoulders holding his hair like handle bars.

“That’s illegal Morgan.”

“I don’t care Tim make it happen.”

“Fine. Looks like your going to be a real Papa now. I’ll have them when you land.”

“Hey baby girl. You want to go to Texas with Papa and the boys?” Marisol launched herself at Jeff. “Si. Si.”

TBC>>>>>>

Chapter 8

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Pedro was able to fly them into a air strip used by the US Army just outside San Antonio. Marisol had slept most of the flight curled up between Steve and Chad. Chad had been showing her card tricks when Marisol took the cards from him and climbed up to sit on his and Steve’s legs. Jeff chuckled as both wrapped a protective arm around the little girl.

Christian leaned against Jeff’s shoulder. “Do you think we will get to keep her Papa?” Christian could believe how much he loved the little pixie girl already. Jeff threaded his big hand through his boys thick mane of hair. “Yes. Losing her isn’t an option Cowboy.” Jeff paused “I think its time the Black Dogs retire.”

Jared’s head snapped up at Papa’s words. In truth he and Jensen had been tired for a while. “You sure Papa? What will we do?”

“I always thought owning a Roadhouse would be fun.” Steve murmured.

“Maybe a small ranch.” Jensen said. No on mentioned options that involved the Dog’s splitting up. What ever they did it would be together.

They landed the aviation chief walked out with a large envelope that held all the papers made Marisol Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s four year old daughter. After getting a couple rooms at a local motel the Dogs took they little lady shopping. A day spent at the mall was worse then any combat situation the Dogs had ever been in. Marisol was having the time of her life picking up English as she went. Running up to Jared. “Up Puppy! Up!” she demanded.

It was a week later when the Dogs made the trip to Washington to Arlington National Cemetery. They introduce Marisol to Dave and James. Seeing how sad her daddies were Marisol kiss each man on the cheek. She said a silent prayer of thanks to God that these men come and saved her.

12 years later

Marisol got out of the truck slamming the door stomping into the house. Passing her Uncles Chad and Steve who were painting the front wrap around porch. “Hey Princess what’s up?” Steve asked. Earning himself a glare from the petite 16 year old.

Jeff climbed out of the truck looking pissed off. Papa was mad and that was never a good thing. The fact that Marisol was in a snit too meant something happened when Jeff went to pick her up from school.

Jensen, Christian and Jared pulled up from their run to the hardware store.

Christian walked up to Jeff giving him a quick kiss. “What happened Papa.”

Jeff had been waiting for Marisol to come out of the school for about 20 minutes when he decided to go in and find her. He found her a boy had her pressed against her locker mauling her with his mouth. Jeff didn’t even think before he reacted. The boy went flying backwards slamming into the lockers on the other side of the hall. Marisol screamed “Stop! Papa what are you doing?”

“What am I doing stopping you from being assaulted.” Jeff said ready punch his daughters attacker. “NO! Sir! I no I wasn’t!” the boy cringed back his hands up to protect himself.

“Papa! Zac wasn’t hurting me. He’s my boyfriend. We were just kissing.” Marisol grabbed Jeff’s hand.

“Boyfriend? You’re not old enough to have a boyfriend.” Jeff snapped.

“Yes I am. I am 16. I am a woman.” Marisol yelled getting in Jeff’s face.

“NO! Your not. Now get your little ass in the truck Marisol.” turning to the boy. “I ever see you around Marisol again I will skin you alive you understand me Junior?” Zac nodded to afraid to speak.

Samantha Ferris their cook and all around den mother came out on the porch. “Marisol wants to run away. She said she would have more freedom in a convent.” Sam crossed her arms. “You are all idiots. Marisol is a young woman now not the little toddler you rescued from Columbia. I told Marisol to call Zac and tell him her father forgot to take his meds. We are having a BBQ this Saturday and Zac is coming and bringing his parents. You will all behave like grown men not assholes and no scaring the normal people. You will give Zac permission to take your daughter to the Prom. Do you knuckle heads understand me?” Sam glared at them.

“Yes Sam.” six men said in unison all looking properly chastised. Sam turned around going back into the house.

They had all survived many dangerous missions, took out drug lords, brought down regimes. But raising a teenage daughter was the hardest mission the Black Dogs ever faced.

The End