Caught: Tactical Enforcers Agency, #1

By Erika Reed

Growing up, Lance Kemp always felt lost, having no purpose in life, until he joined the marines and served his country. Now working as a bounty hunter for the Tactical Enforcers Agency, he has never allowed anyone to get under his skin, until he has a run-in one night with his friend’s sister, Rachel. As a natural instinct, he can’t allow her to return to her abusive husband and only wants to protect her. The only problem is that her husband won’t allow her to get away from him without a fight. No woman has ever messed with Lance’s head as much as Rachel has. Too bad he likes a challenge and he isn’t about to let her get away so easily.

After years of taking her husband’s mental and physical abuse, Rachel Klark decided the time has come to leave him and pay her brother a long overdue visit. The only place she ever felt safe was with her brother, and with his experience she is confident he will know exactly how to help her get out of her bad marriage. What she never expected was to fall for her brother’s roommate. Lance is dark and mysterious, a man who risks his life for a living. But can she chance her heart and jump into the bed of another dominant man so easily?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erika Reed
• Release date: Mar 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386142119

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CAUGHT

Tactical Enforcers Agency

by Erika Reed

CAUGHT

Copyright © March 2018 by Erika Reed

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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

CAUGHT

Growing up, Lance Kemp always felt lost, having no purpose in life, until he joined the marines and served his country. Now working as a bounty hunter for the Tactical Enforcers Agency, he has never allowed anyone to get under his skin, until he has a run-in one night with his friend’s sister, Rachel. As a natural instinct, he can’t allow her to return to her abusive husband and only wants to protect her. The only problem is that her husband won’t allow her to get away from him without a fight. No woman has ever messed with Lance’s head as much as Rachel has. Too bad he likes a challenge and he isn’t about to let her get away so easily.

After years of taking her husband’s mental and physical abuse, Rachel Klark decided the time has come to leave him and pay her brother a long overdue visit. The only place she ever felt safe was with her brother, and with his experience she is confident he will know exactly how to help her get out of her bad marriage. What she never expected was to fall for her brother’s roommate. Lance is dark and mysterious, a man who risks his life for a living. But can she chance her heart and jump into the bed of another dominant man so easily?

CAUGHT

Tactical Enforcers Agency

by Erika Reed

Chapter 1

Lance Kemp sat in his car across the street from the Lights Out Bar, waiting for any sign of his fugitive. After two cups of coffee and hours of surveillance there was still no sign of Rob Vernon going in or out of the bar. He had a good visual of the front and the entrance to the back alley as well. By the profile he had retained earlier from his boss Mac, Rob Vernon was hiding out in his cousin’s biker bar. Since his parents had put their house up for collateral after posting Rob’s bail, they were more than willing to provide the agency Lance worked for any information they could now that he was on the run and trying to jump bail.

Earlier that day, Lance had received the information on Vernon as Mac briefed the others in his crew. Tactical Enforcers Agency was an elite group of men who all had military backgrounds one way or another and had a vast knowledge when it came to weaponry skill. It was their job to bring in the ones who evaded paying their bail money and avoiding court appearances.

Mac Walker was in charge of the bail recovery agency that Lance and four of his close friends worked for. Lance, Grant, Chase, Marshall, and Roman were all experienced bounty hunters who took their jobs very serious and almost always got their fugitive.

Mac was Grant and Chase’s uncle. Mac had two sisters who had both passed away, and now he’d been left to raise his nephews as his own. The agency was a close-knit family business, and Lance felt lucky to work there. Lance and Grant had met while serving in the same military platoon, working ground combat together.

Mac Walker had also served in the military before stray shrapnel had hit him in the leg. The doctors had told him he’d been lucky not to lose it because of how extensive the damage was to his hip. Now he was forced to walk with a cane to get around.

Lance glanced over the sheet of paper he had on Rob Vernon. He’d memorized the profile pic until he knew it like the back of his hand, even the tiny, distinct scar over his left eyebrow. He was a young man, in his early twenties, a chain smoker with a serious drug problem. He looked like the typical dirt bag that would run as fast as he could once someone posted bail for him. It was Lance’s job to make sure that shitheads like that paid their debt to society. 

Lance had a hard-on when it came to his job. He was damn good at it. Even though he was dead tired at the moment, wanting nothing more than to hit the closest bar and get laid, he was determined not to allow Vernon to slip through his fingers. Before he got out of the car, he checked his gun, making sure the safety was on his Glock 19. He placed the piece in the waistband of his jeans before exiting the car. Just as he was about to stretch his legs and take a stroll around to the back entrance, he saw the target exiting through the back door of the bar with a girl hanging on to him.

Lance held back, pretending that he was going inside the bar to get a drink, but he slowed his pace as they walked closer to him.

Hey, man, do you have a cigarette I can bum off you until I get a pack inside?

The girl loosened her grip around his waist as Vernon eyed Lance before opening his jacket to reach in.

Sure.

As Vernon held out the cigarettes, Lance was ready for him. Before he had the chance to protest, he was slammed against the wall, his wrists secured in handcuffs behind his back.

The girl slurred, What the hell, man?

Hey! What’s this all about? Who the fuck are you? Vernon shouted as he tried to twist around to face Lance.

Robert Vernon, you have a warrant for your arrest. I’m here to make sure you get back safe and sound to make that court appearance on Monday.

The woman whirled and stumbled off in the direction of the bar entrance. Vernon struggled, trying to talk his way out of a drive to the jailhouse.

There’s been a mistake...

There always is. Lance shoved him up against the side of the SUV and opened the side door.

No...no, really there is. I just left my lawyer’s office this afternoon. He said everything was taken care of and I was cool. Just give me a second to call him and then you’ll see.

Lance had heard every excuse in the book in the years he had been doing this. Each one of them got better and better in time as his bounties tried to weasel their way out of being caught and taken in for their hearings. He never let anyone talk their way out of going with him, not even women. Sometimes they were the worst to deal with. They would cry until his head hurt from sheer misery. Others would try to scream and call him names he had never heard out of a woman’s mouth before.

He got Vernon settled in the car, his ankles cuffed to the floorboard for good measure. Some would do anything to elude the bounty on their head. Many had promised to double their fee if he would look the other way.

Lance was about to drive away when he saw Vernon’s cousin and the girl he was with coming out the front entrance with a few large, angry-looking bikers. He wasted no time in speeding out of the parking lot and getting away before they saw him or what car he was in. It was obvious that Lance was outnumbered in a big way and he didn’t want to stick around to see what they had to say. He could handle himself in any fight, but when it came to those kinds of odds, he knew when to walk away.

Dude, I’m telling you the truth. If you would just pull the car over and listen to what I have to say, we can clear all this up in a matter of minutes.

Lance rolled his eyes and turned up the radio. Vernon kept on and on in his ear, even going as far as to yell over the radio. His head began to pound over the loud music and Vernon’s shrill, whiny voice. If men like Vernon would learn to just show up when they were supposed to, then they wouldn’t have to try to talk their way out of these kinds