Bluegrass Undercover (Bluegrass Brothers)

felt himself losing control, something he prided himself in never doing. But getting a glimpse of her lush body was enough to snap any control he had left. His mouth came down on hers as he felt her fumble with his button as she tried to push his pants down. Screw control. It was overrated. There was something to be said for uncontrollable sex. He led her backwards a couple of steps and lowered her to the bed. New goal: to make sure she enjoyed it so much she’d forget to punch him.
     
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    Trevor Gaylen looked out over his domain. The gym was full, and the profits were up in both the legal and illegal incomes. All those thirty-something men down there getting wind of a new drug and thinking it would turn them into teenagers again had turned into a very profitable secondary market. Denial. It was a profit maker, that’s for sure.
    Before getting into S2, he had sold leftover biochemical weapons materials to middle-aged women, promoting the promise of youthful appearance. It was a great way to dispose of all the outdated weapons materials no longer selling on the black market. S2’s new secondary market worked the same way. Men hit their mid to late thirties, their wives started to have babies, and they were faced with the fact they were no longer eighteen. Or, what he was seeing more of, was the thirty-seven year old bachelors trying to get laid at the college bars and being turned down because they were too old. S2 made them feel young again. They could lift more. They could run faster. They could trim up and get those six packs they always wanted.
    It all boiled down to denial. Denial you were too old to nail sorority girls. Denial you were too old to keep up with the high school players on the rec room basketball courts. Denial you were now a mature woman and had wrinkles. And what did all that denial equal? Money.
    At the knock on his door he turned to the video monitor that sat on his desk. His men were here. He pressed the buzzer that unlocked the door and waited for them to file in. The three men he had sent to remind Coach Davies to stay on track were staring at their feet. The three imbeciles who had previously failed looked like they were gloating, for their failures were now being replaced with newer failures. They were all screw-ups. It was hard to find good drug soldiers these days.
    “I got a call from Boss. Said the wrong car was destroyed. Also said it drew a lot of unwanted attention from parents when the owner of the car started screaming and Coach Davies started laughing. Do you have anything to say?”
    “I read the note with the information wrong. I don’t know why I thought it was a Ford. They both looked the same and were parked near each other. It was my mistake, sir.”
    “Well, Steve, I respect someone who takes responsibility for his mistakes. But, because you made that mistake you will now be the carrier of the new shipments coming in. If you get caught, your punishment will be the jail time you get. If you don’t get caught, there will be no punishment.” Gaylen took a seat in his black leather desk chair and pulled out the most recent sales information.
    “The latest orders are in. This is a big order, Steve, so don’t mess it up. Remember, this is your chance. Pick it up tomorrow and deliver it to our contacts at the Convention Center. The Personal Trainers of America are having their annual conference in Lexington this year. They’ll be arriving Friday, and their product must be delivered to them soon after.
    “Ross has really expanded our market with his NFL and trainer contacts. We will have new markets in Georgia, California and New York by the conclusion of the conference. Texas is booming while Florida is holding strong. All in all, business is going well. If Steve manages the pickup and drop, we’ll all be looking at some bonuses.”
    He paused and let it soak into their dimwitted minds. They certainly had more in common with dumbbells than lifting. However, they were loyal and you could never beat that.
    “Now, back to our main problem. Boss says Coach Davies is wavering on his end of the deal. I’m afraid we need to send him a reminder of what will happen if he decides to no longer participate in our deal. Doug, you take your crew and make a little visit to remind the Coach of the repercussions of getting cold feet.”
     
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    Annie hung up the phone with her boss after updating him on the case and begging for a