MARCO SLIPPED OUT OF bed and stood there in the dark like a fucking creeper.This was not supposed to happen.He scrubbed a hand over his face, but it didn't ease the guilt stabbing his conscience. She was supposed to be a mark. A rung on the ladder. Well, he'd picked the wrong damn girl.Fiona was...a drug.He'd always known that in order to get the kind of information he needed, it meant getting close to someone at NueEnergy. But it was different now that the person had a name. Eyes. A mouth. God, her mouth. It was just sex. But it was damn good sex.Fucking hell.He couldn't leave without completing his objective. He'd come too far.Ghost had warned him about the consequences, that very likely someone-the person he targeted-would get blamed for what he was about to do. But Marco hadn't listened.And now that person had a name he could taste. He could still feel her pussy clenching around him."Hey, Fiona, I need to find my phone," he said.She sighed and turned a
MARCO SAT UP, NOT quite awake.What was that sound? He didn't like it.He pushed the soft, gray comforter off and swung his legs over the side of the bed.Fiona.Right.He'd stayed, and he wasn't sorry about that. The rest...his conscience would have to deal with it."Fiona!" someone bellowed, pounding on the front door.Marco pushed to his feet and strode into the living room. Fiona stood in the kitchen, her hands over her face, shoulders hunched as if she expected someone to...Hell. No. Fucking. Never. "Who is that?" He pointed at the door, his feet slapping on the hardwood, his vision hazing red."No one." Fiona's eyes snapped open and she straightened, the momentary glimpse of the woman behind all the secrets gone."Who the hell is he?" Marco frowned at the door display. He'd seen it last night, but hadn't paid attention to it. Now he could see the man on the other side clear as day. Who the hell needed a security system this fancy? Unless they were scared.
"WE WERE AT A Denver business summit. It's a lot of people in suits posturing, networking, trying to seem like they're better than everyone else." Fiona wrapped her arms around herself and stared at the counter top. "My boss likes for me to go so he can schmooze and not have to remember the important things. I follow him around and write it down."She might as well be invisible at those awful meetings.But then Scott had seen her.She'd thought he was different. She thought every guy she fell for was different. The secret was, they were all the same.Marco didn't seem so bad. A lot rougher around the edges, but maybe that's what she needed. Someone different.He'd found her skillet, some eggs, the few withered veggies in her fridge, and some sliced ham. She couldn't imagine eating right now, but she wouldn't begrudge him a meal after his heroic display. It was the kind of thing a modern day Prince Charming might do. Protecting her. Taking care of her."My boss had to go int
MARCO LOOKED AROUND THE office for the second first time."Is this supposed to be a bedroom?" he asked."Yes, but the air flow up here is...stuffy. Besides, it's just me. What do I need two stories for?" Fiona's answer was easy, practiced, and rolled off her tongue so well he almost believed it.He did a walk-around of the room, glancing in the bathroom, peering out the windows. Orienting himself. She was hiding something, and he wanted to know what it was."Did Scott ever work up here? Spend time up here without you?" Marco was growing to like Scott less and less the more Fiona talked about him. And then there was her... She wasn't his client or his responsibility and yet...he was going to see this through."Yes. He telecommutes to work so I let him use the office sometimes. It...it made the evenings easier if he was already here..." Fiona wrapped her arms around herself and glanced away. She'd put on clothes, yoga pants and an oversized shirt, as though they could shield he
FIONA PULLED APART THE transmitter, laying its internal components on her desk. It wasn't the cheapest piece of equipment, but it wasn't highly sophisticated either. Easy to operate, easy to fix-this was a workhorse device. Something someone used. A lot.Were the U.S. Marshalls watching her? Observing her activity? Was this part of their security? She knew they weren't telling her everything, that they were very active on the fringes of her life. They wanted Nova, still, after all these years, for reasons she didn't understand, and the best way to find him was through her. Which was why she needed to be the one to reconfigure the transmitter. If Marco's friends did it, if they figured out what was going on...Nope."You sure you know what you're doing?" Marco asked."Hush." She wasn't about to explain herself to him. She couldn't. There was no way to explain why an executive administrative assistant had any reason to know how to do this.Fiona carefully examined the inner wor
MARCO ROLLED THE HARLEY into the alley between a café and a bakery a couple miles away from Fiona's house. Ghost wasn't going to like this.He left the bike parked out of the way and went into the café through the back, then up a flight of stairs to the space overhead.It was the closest available space they could get on short notice in her neighborhood."Ghost, it's me," Marco said loudly.He waited for a count of three, unlocked the apartment door, and stepped through, ignoring the man with a gun aimed at his head. The space was a single room. The landlord rented it to illegal aliens. Except for now it was theirs."I could have shot you," Ghost said without inflection."Yeah, well, you didn't. Here." Marco handed the transmitter over. "I'm going to get her out of there. Can you handle the security system?""Of course." Ghost sat down at the table shoved into the corner and peered at the bit of tech. "Dare I ask what this is?""Transmitter. There are cameras, microphon
FIONA STARED AT THE pile of clothes on her bed.If she had to pick up and move right now, if Nova had found her, what should she bring?Clothes to blend in, regardless of where she was. Jeans. A few shirts. A few pairs of slacks. Blouses. Yoga pants.Fuck, the bag would be too big. She needed to be able to literally run if it came to that, and one hand would already be dedicated to her kit. There was no way she was leaving that behind, even if she did have to junk it and start from scratch.She should call the Marshalls. That was the logical thing to do. It's what she should have done when Marco left, but all she could do was pace the house, trying to figure out where the cameras were.A knock at the door made her flinch and take a step toward the bathroom.Her phone vibrated with a text message from Marco: It's me.Shit.That was fast.She'd thought she'd have more time. She was torn where he was concerned. On one hand, she was grateful he'd been here, that he knew w
MARCO STEERED THE OLD pick-up truck out of Denver and headed west toward the Utah border.He'd really fucked it up this time. One way or another, he was going to pay for this. Helping Fiona appeased his conscience. A little. If Ghost could figure out who'd hired Scott and why,and removed all traces of the spyware, they could feasibly steal what Scott had already stolen, and Fiona would never be the wiser.Except he had to lie to her face. Keep her mind off what was going on. And that was the hard part. He could do it. But he didn't like to. He'd wound up on more covert gigs than he wanted to in the SEALs. He'd faced down some bad motherfuckers in those days. Fiona was an innocent and that changed the game.This was a shitstorm.He should turn the truck around now, come clean, bring in the cops, and let the chips fall where they may.This sort of crap was why he'd gotten out and gone to work for Aegis. People hired their team for a job, they did a job. It wasn't often that thi
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