LUKE FOUGHT THE URGE to drum his fingers on the table. He knew interrogation tactics. Could recite the playbook. They all knew what was happening here. The only question was, how long until Luke could bust them free?So far he'd only seen the two guards and Abigail-no, Yael's-ex-husband. Those were two very different women in Luke's eyes. Abigail would chew that prissy man up and spit him out. Yael needed to remember she was no longer a child bride to a man without morals.The door swung open and Baron stepped in, holding a fucking McDonald's bag and two cups of coffee.They were close enough to civilization that the coffee was still steaming. "I guessed what you might like." Baron plopped the bag on the table and set the coffee within easy reach.The guard hadn't put the handcuffs back on Luke. He could hurl the coffee at the man, deck him, get a pound of flesh if he wanted to, but then he might lose the ability to move around freely. He could pick the handcuffs. They hadn'
"YOU HAVE THAT MAN wrapped around your finger."Abigail stared at the metal table between her and her ex-husband. Though they'd removed her handcuffs, she still felt their presence. She was a prisoner. And she'd given Baron the advantage. She should never have let Luke goad her into talking. They'd exposed too much of themselves in what was not a private moment. Baron was too perceptive to have missed it."How did you manage that? You only just met him." Baron drew on the table with a finger. "You were always good with people though. At least when you wanted to be. I'll never forget watching you, how you'd just...change. At home you were so quiet I'd almost forget you were there. And then we'd go somewhere. A dinner, maybe. You'd stand back, watch the room, and decide who to be. That's how I knew you'd make a good agent. Even as a girl, you knew how to read people."She couldn't deny his words.Abigail had been an awkward teen, so hungry to please this man and her mother. She'd
ZACHARIAS TAPPED AWAY AT his laptop, but his attention was on the screen across the room. The one under constant surveillance. All eyes were on Yael. Everyone wanted to know where she'd been, what she'd done. While he just wanted-needed-her dead."Hey, Zach?"Zacharias.He grit his teeth and schooled his face into a pleasant mask.Baron lowered himself into the chair next to Zacharias' desk. Usually he had an office, but because of Yael and the sensitive nature of her questioning, they'd put everyone they thought they could trust in this room for the duration of her incarceration."You look worried." Zacharias folded his hands on the desktop."I was hoping you might have some insight into what Yael might be thinking." He tapped his knuckles against his chin, gaze distant. "I didn't know her as well in those last few years.""I wish I could tell you more." Zacharias shrugged."I know. I thought I'd ask.""What's bothering you?"Baron glanced around the room. There we
LUKE PROWLED AROUND THE darkened cell.He'd busted three of the four lights in an effort to give Abigail some relief. It also diminished the guard's ability to watch them. Soon they'd have to move them to another cell to keep up the observation. His best guess was that they'd been here for close to five days. In that time, they'd had one meal and water twice, if he didn't count the water-boarding they'd done to Abigail.One Mississippi...Two Mississippi...Again and again he counted out the minutes, waiting for someone to show up demanding to know why the lights were busted. But no one had yet.Baron had left them-what? Three hours ago.According to Abigail he would have traveled on a helo. At most, their two guards were still there, though her theory was that those two men rotated out, leaving only one on-duty during the down hours. That would make sense-the lone guard wasn't coming to check on them until back-up arrived.He picked a piece of flat, thin metal out of the wr
ABIGAIL KEPT HER HEAD up and spine straight. The hours since that morning were a blur; the Jeep ride, getting in the trucks, a hop over the border into Egypt on a cargo plane, a mad dash out of Cairo. Her best guess was that they were now in Marsa Matruh, a seaport on the north of Egypt, right where she shouldn't be. There were plenty who'd want her dead, especially since word of her miraculous revival would be getting out.She was still on the fence about whether or not being rescued by Luke's brothers in arms was a good thing-or very bad. Who'd given them the tip? Told them where to look? There was no reason, no logic, to put them in that part of remote Israel without some sort of assistance. Someone pointing the way.Her gut said that Baron had let them go.But, why?So he could issue a kill order on an escaped terrorist?To keep Luke's blood off his hands?Because the person behind everything wanted to make her disappear permanently?There were too many options, varia
Luke held his breath. Finally Zain grabbed a tablet off the desk and turned toward the large, blank wall, his mind made up.A low hum preceded shutters descending over the windows, plunging them into momentary darkness. An overhead projector flickered to life."Here's what we know. Seven days ago, this man planted explosives in your client's suite." Zain flicked his wrist and a grainy image of a man wearing a scarf around his head outside of the hotel Abigail and the others had stayed at appeared on the wall screen."His thobe is wrong." She took a step closer. The image was too low-quality to make out the man's face, but..."His-what?" Luke asked."Here." She crossed to tap the front of the man's shirt. "You can tell he's not Jordanian by the collar. The headdress and garb don't match. I'd say..." She backed up and squinted, taking in the facial hair, the headscarf and thobe. "Are there other pictures of him?""Yes. Here's one from the lobby, and another from a hall securi
LUKE SAT FACING THE wall, but his attention was on the door.Abigail was somewhere overhead. He wanted to be with her. Not having his eyes on her bothered him. A lot. Which was strange. She'd be fine here. Their base of operations on the coast was secure.The only times they hadn't been near each other was when she was being physically and mentally tortured. Maybe it was habit to worry about her, or maybe it was something else.Marco stepped through the doors and nodded at Zain.Luke's hand curled into a fist."How much do you know about her?" Zain turned to face Luke.All eyes were on him. He forced his hand to flatten on the worn surface of the table and leaned forward."A lot," he replied. Enough that his trust was won."I wasn't able to find much on her. The Abigail alias is good, but not great." Zain tapped at his screen."She said it wasn't that great.""What's her real name? What do you really know about her?""She's Mossad. And she's got some guilt ridding
ABIGAIL HELD HIS GAZE. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her pussy. Sex with him was different. It was her and him. She didn't have to be anyone else. She was who she chose to be, not who she needed to be. It was liberating. Freeing.She exhaled as he penetrated her, stretching muscles, skin sliding against skin.He was her choice.No one else's.Hers.Her past, the terrible things that haunted her, they couldn't touch this. These moments with Luke were when it all faded away. There was no pain, no regret-just desire.The shower spray hit her back, poured over her shoulders until it felt like a thousand fingers caressing her body. Yet the only touch that mattered was his. This invisible thing between them, the tether that kept her going. It all came back to him. To whatever it was they had.She'd been so close to giving up back there in The Pit. All she'd had to hold on to was Luke. She didn't deserve his faith in her. His friend had died because of her. But stil
Two months later. Ekko's Apartment, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.EKKO STARED AT THE table with the spread of food laid out.Was there enough? Did she need more? Would Coco and Paxton like it?She reached out and adjusted the tray of cheese so it was at more of an angle instead of perfectly aligned to everything else.It looked too neat."Stop." Silas took her hand and spun her toward him, capturing her against his chest with strong arms around her waist."It looks like I'm trying too hard." She smoothed her hands up and over his shoulders."Stop. It's just Paxton and Coco.""Your best friend and his fiancé, who I haven't met yet.""What?" Silas' face scrunched up. "You've talked to her dozens of times.""In the background of you and Paxton talking. That doesn't count." She pulled away from him and proceeded to turn dishes a little this way and that."You do realize Coco spends most days digging in elephant shit and stuff, right?""Silas." She scowled at him."What?" He gr
IT FELT LIKE THE weight Silas had been carrying around in his gut had now attached itself to his eyelids. He floated in darkness, no longer asleep but not yet awake. Someone had called this twilight once, though he couldn't recall who. Something wouldn't let him go back to sleep. There was something he needed to do. It was urgent.What the hell was it?That nagging question hounded him as he ever so slowly gathered his strength.He wasn't aware of time or how long it took to wrestle one eyelid open, but at long last he peered out of his darkness into...more darkness.Well that was just dandy. What the fuck?He blinked that one eye again, letting his vision adjust. He was in a room and there was a light on, it just didn't do much.Machines beeped and whirled around him.That was a sound he could never mistake and it told him the first piece of his puzzle. From there the others fell into place, one after another.He was still in the hospital.He'd been hurt.There was a fight.
EKKO CLUNG TO THE stretcher bearing Silas out to the parking lot.She hadn't realized how bad his injuries were. He was barely keeping his eyes open. Tears leaked out of her eyes as she kept pace with the two paramedics. Silas covered her hand with his as they came to a stop at the bumper of an ambulance.Paxton, Brett and Vito were sitting inside. They were worse for wear and grim, but seemed okay.All around them police were marching uninjured people they'd arrested to sit in a line next to a chain-link fence blocking the sidewalk. The night was lit up with swirling lights that made her head spin."Where's Chayan?" she asked. Her heart was tearing in two, aching for both men.A little distance away an ambulance took off, sirens blaring. She hoped it was the one with Pasley in it."Ma'am, I need to look at that wound," a paramedic said to her.She held tight to Silas' hand. "What about Chayan? Older man, little taller than me? Salt and pepper hair?"Silas had said he was fine.
IGNEY PACED IN A circle, looking down each hall in turn.Where were they? Had he miscalculated? Were they willing to lose the woman so long as they got the man?His orders were clear. Get both the man and the woman.The woman was a symbol. Too many young people had taken to the streets because they listened to others like her.The man though, he knew things.Killing the woman was personal. Chasing her had cast him in a bad light. But the man was more important in the grand scheme of things."Fuck," Igney muttered. He glanced at a pair of men striding for the doors. "You. Come here."The men never glanced at him. Because they didn't understand him?He whirled to face Alban. "Where are the others?""I don't know where Delem and Michil are." He grimaced. "I haven't heard from them since we split up to search the building."That wasn't good.Igney had heard a lot of gunfire. Was it possible the other men he'd brought with him were dead?If both Chayan and Pasley escaped, leavin
EKKO'S ONE OFFENSIVE ATTEMPT was an utter failure. Her head spun and she was going to be sick.This wasn't good.She felt like a ragdoll being drug around, first by Igney then another man she didn't recognize. He spoke Daurian though which could only mean one thing.He was London DSS.Her body chilled. Was that from fear or the blows to the head? She didn't know anymore."Come find me, Pasley, or your little bird dies," Igney cackled into the radio.She tasted bile.Pasley had called her little bird back in the park.Igney cackled like a bad movie villain. The man was enjoying this. He was getting off on torturing them all.What about Silas?Pasley was with him.If Pasley told Silas, if he knew, they would come for her. Silas was determined to bring them all home and to keep her safe. But if he did, if he came to her rescue, Igney would kill them. Igney needed her and Chayan. Which meant he couldn't kill her here and now. It was an empty threat. Wasn't it? Did she dare belie
SILAS PUSHED HIS GROUP hard as they traversed the second floor. The sun had fully set, plunging them into complete darkness where there weren't windows or other lights.This building was a damn maze, and every turn they needed was blocked by too many people to fight their way through.There had to be more than the fifteen or so they'd estimated. More like thirty.This wasn't good.What about Ekko? Where had the others gone to?He'd hoped getting down here meant they would find her and Paxton, but so far all they'd found were a few bodies. At least they knew Paxton and Brett were eliminating the other side. But no one had taken the ammo or guns. Why? When resources were this precious, why not take them?Could they have gotten free? Did he dare hope?Something thumped in the darkness. Like a heavy footfall.Silas cursed himself as he skidded to a stop. He didn't see anything, but his gut screamed at him. He pivoted and threw himself at Chayan, shoving the other man aside. Silas w
THE DARKNESS FELT AS if it were swallowing her.Ekko clung to the back of Paxton's shirt like he'd directed. She couldn't shake the sensation that there were hands out there reaching for her. That Igney or one of the others were biding their time and waiting for the chance to kill her.Where was Silas? What about Chayan and the others?They'd been separated before she realized what was going on.Behind them a burst of gunfire spurred her on, shattering the silence.She knew it was Brett. Was he trading gunfire with someone? Those shots all sounded the same to her. She hoped he was safe. He was only one man and they had no idea how many were behind them."Stay close." Paxton reached back and pressed her hand to his back.Her head pounded with each and every step. It hurt so bad, but she didn't want to say anything. Her pain was minimal compared to what could happen."Will you cut that out?" Paxton yelled behind them.He side stepped and sort of skipped through a narrow gap betw
SILAS GRIT HIS TEETH to keep from telling Paxton to hurry the fuck up. It wasn't like Paxton was slow. The knife on his belt tool was small and no doubt dulled after cutting through several sets of thick, plastic restraints.Sitting like this it felt as though there was a ten pound weight sitting on his guts. He didn't know what the knife had cut, but Silas knew from the woozy feeling and blood making his jeans sticky it wasn't good. He had to get the others out of here before his clock ran out."Which way did they bring you up?" Silas asked Brett instead of chafing at how long getting free was taking.Brett stood by the door, a discarded piece of wood held as a weapon. "We came in some doors, up a stair to our right then a long walk down here. You?""Different way." Silas grimaced. "Do we retrace our path, or avoid it? How many people were with you?"Brett grimaced. They'd been hooded when they arrived. "Hard to say.""Let's assume at least the three that came in here plus one o
EKKO STARED IN SHOCK, her head spinning as the men left the room again."S-Silas?" she whispered so softly she barely heard herself.He slumped sideways groaning.Had that man-that monster-just stabbed Silas?"Man, Silas, dude, talk to us." Paxton had scooted forward, his arms extended behind him, attention on Silas."I'm fine." Silas' voice was strained. "Brett, Vito, how are you two?""Alive," Brett groaned."Vito? Man?" Silas shook his head and sat up straighter."Fine."This was it.Ekko swallowed.They'd done everything and in the end, they were outplayed.The DSS would kill them. She wasn't sure why they hadn't already, but she didn't doubt that death was the final move. All of these people, they were going to die because she'd been arrogant. She'd thought she knew what she was doing, when in fact she hadn't a clue.A sob tore out of Ekko making her already aching head pound harder."Ekko?" Silas called out. "Ekko, listen to me, this is going to be okay. Pax?"A ch