Page 16 of Exhale (Out for Justice #8)

Early the next morning…

Untangling himself from Jordan, he pulled on his jeans and cracked open the door to find Tom already dressed.

Owen stepped out into the hallway and eased the door closed.

Tom jerked his head and walked down the hallway and into a room that was clearly an office.

“I found out where Danner’s at.”

“Where?”

“It won’t be easy, but he owns an old abandoned factory in the warehouse district just outside of the Phoenix city limits. It’s his headquarters.” Tom pulled open a laptop, typed on it for a few moments, and then flipped the screen around to him.

“How the hell does he own an abandoned factory?” Owen asked, he couldn’t keep the disbelief out of his voice.

“Apparently, he got it at auction.” Tom shook his head.

Owen sent Ace a text about the possible location. If this factory panned out, they could take out Billy Danner and Cody Lowe and get his boys back.

“I have two of my FBI friends watching the place. They said that Cody Lowe was there for a while and then took off. There’s no sign of your kids, but they could have already been inside the place before my guys got there.”

“Is someone tailing Cody?”

“Yeah, but I had to call in the local PD for that.”

Owen wasn’t banking on the cops at all to do an efficient job. After all, a known drug and weapons crime boss owned a fucking factory in their own backyard.

Owen thanked Tom and headed back into the basement bedroom to wake up Jordan.

He wanted to crawl back into the warm bed and pull a naked Jordan into his arms, but finding his sons came first.

His knee dipped the mattress, and Jordan’s eyes blinked open. Something must have read on his face because the slender man was sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“What is it?”

“Tom found Danner.”

“Now I want to show you something,” Owen said as they hit the road from the Richardson’s house.

“What?”

“You’ll see.”

Over an hour later, Owen pulled up in front of a large house and got out. Curious, Jordan looked around at the quiet neighborhood outside of the Phoenix city limits.

Owen walked up the walkway and opened the gate.

“Whose house is this?” Jordan asked, following.

“Mine.”

“What?”

Owen owned a house in Ojai just down the street from Ace and Jacob. And now one here in Arizona? So, two houses, or was it more?

“Um…how many houses do you own?”

“Quite a few,” Owen said with a grin.

Jordan tossed up his hands. “Why didn’t you take us here last night? Or stay here instead of a hotel?”

“Because I honestly didn’t think of it.”

“So…you have a lot of houses then?”

“Eight. Not all in Arizona, though.”

“Wow…” Jordan gazed at the ranch-style home. “It looks really nice.”

“Thank you. I need to grab another go-bag and a shower,” Owen said.

“Wait…you have gear here?”

“Yup. And I’m sure we can find something for you, too.”

Owen opened the screen door and unlocked the front door before shoving it wide open.

The place was big, bigger than it looked from the outside. The front area opened up into a massive living room that was big and bright with the sun shining through the wall of windows at the back.

Jordan loved it at first sight.

“You can use the spare room to shower. Throw your clothes in the washer with mine and we’ll do a quick load.”

“Do we have time for that?”

“Yeah, I got a text from Ace. He’s gathering the troops and will be mustering near the warehouse district tonight, just after dark, so we’ve got time.”

“Okay.”

Owen showed Jordan the spare room and then left him. Jordan stripped off his clothes, grabbed a towel from the rack in the bathroom, and headed to the laundry room to throw his clothes in the washer and start the load going.

Then, he walked down the hall to the master bedroom.

On silent feet, he entered and headed into the bathroom.

It was almost as huge as the living room.

A hot tub sat against one wall with a large picture window facing the gardens, dual sinks along with a bathtub sat against the other wall, and the walk-in shower could have fit five.

Steam was rising, and Jordan opened the door and stepped inside.

Owen blinked his eyes open and brushed the water off his face, combing his dark hair back and away from his forehead. Tattoos littered the man’s skin. He’d seen them on Owen’s arms and peeking out of the collars of his shirts, but he hadn’t known until they’d made love the extent of the ink.

Oh, he’d looked his fill that night they’d made love, but now he traced his hands over the ones he hadn’t mapped with his mouth.

“Jordan,” Owen groaned, his hands on his forearms gripping tightly. His name was moaned as he was pulled in for a long, slow kiss.

“I got an idea,” Jordan husked, sinking to his knees.

A while later, both of them were sated. The exchange of blow jobs had been satisfying and very much needed.