Volume 6: Dangerous SecretsRYAN SCOTT FROWNED AT the text from his housemate: Get home ASAP.He had no intention of going home tonight. His plans included his friend's bar, drinking himself silly then finding a pretty girl to take him home. That was his standard end of gig routine. He lived for the weekends spent between the sheets. Hell, most of his housemates followed the same routine.Vito could handle whatever shit had hit the fan. He was the responsible one, anyway.A second text hit Ryan's phone before he glanced away: This is serious.Fuck.Vito wasn't a drama queen. He had a solid handle on what was serious and what could wait.Swinging by the house wouldn't start Ryan's night off to a disadvantage. He could see what had Vito's panties in a twist and still make it to the bar before it was too late to find a lady for the night. Hell, maybe he could convince Vito to do some living of his own.Ryan scrawled his signature on the printout of his report. He'd spen
CARSON WAS GOING TO hell.She watched Ryan pace in the grass, back and forth. Every so often he'd shove his hand through his hair, but that was it. He hadn't spoken a single word. He hadn't denied the possibility or pushed for evidence. He'd sat there like a statue for almost a full minute staring at her, then got up and walked into the yard.She slid down in her chair and covered her mouth to keep the truth in.This lie only had to work for a few days. Then she could let him off the hook. He'd never have to see her again.She'd have to tell him the truth. Her conscience wouldn't allow her to do anything else. Once the FBI had what they wanted, she would do whatever it took to make this man she'd only met in passing forgive her. Or not. For what she was doing to him she didn't deserve forgiveness.If her sister's life didn't depend on this, she might have stayed at the office and faced whatever was coming, the FBI be damned.Ryan pivoted and stared straight at her.The su
BEN GREWING BRACED HIS hands on the top of the plastic chest.Did he dare brave the office?Were they gone?If it weren't for the motion sensor cameras he'd had installed in the back stairwell, he'd have never known the FBI were coming. Thanks to the camera feed he'd had about two minutes to slip out of the suite he rented in a small office building and into the neighboring unit in the middle of a remodel.Why the hell were the FBI raiding his office?Ben was careful. He had to be. The people he did business with were powerful and dangerous. They also had long arms. Just because he was in the US didn't mean he was out of their reach.What time was it?His phone had died around five o'clock, but he'd heard enough movement in the hall to keep him where he was. He couldn't stay here forever.Word of this raid would get out and then a lot of people were going to be looking for answers.Shit.This was the worst timing.One of his newer clients had a big, three million
RYAN PLACED THE LAST pan in the dishwasher. He picked up his newly opened beer and took a sip. The moment the liquid hit the back of his throat he tasted the mistake. He'd gotten into this problem by trying to drown his history.That stopped tonight.He upended the bottle into the sink, watching the frothing liquid rush down the drain until all that was left were drops.Two hours after getting blindsided by the fact he was going to be a dad, he still had no idea what came next."Last call for dishes," he bellowed out."Coming," Silas yelled from the front room where he and Paxton were playing some video game."I've got two right here." Alec scooped up plates from the coffee table.Ryan shook his head and tossed the beer bottle into the recycling. Never fucking failed.His four housemates produced at least two dishes a piece."This is going to make a whole other load." Ryan glared at the dishes."That's your problem." Alec bit into a cookie and waggled his eyebrow
Ryan scratched the back of his neck."I am not taking your bed." Carson turned toward him. Her stare was probably meant to be stern. The affect was ruined by the lines on her face from the outdoor cushions and her still-not-quite awake eyes."Don't make me put you in bed." He crossed his arms over his chest.That seemed to wake Carson up. She took a step back."You would not," she said."Try me." Before, he wouldn't have hesitated. He'd pick her up, toss her on the mattress and see where things went. But with Carson pregnant he wasn't going to do anything that might so much as bump an elbow."Are you always a bully?" She mimicked his stance, crossing her arms over her chest."Some people call me persuasive." He grinned at her. Yeah, she was exactly the type he liked. A bit shy, but worth the effort. Under that shyness was a woman she didn't let just anyone else see. He wanted to meet her."Look, this is silly." She dropped her hands to her side."Glad you agree." He n
KAWA DWEK SET HIS phone on the hotel desk. He pivoted away from the window and drew in a deep breath.They had not just lost millions of dollars.That wasn't what this meant.Except Ben Grewing hadn't made it to their meet and the men Kawa sent to the broker's office reported watching a dozen FBI agents go in and out of the office.This couldn't be happening.Kawa paced the room. It all rested on his shoulders. If they didn't make this deal happen soon, the US congressional investigation would uncover that one of the many buyers of Aerospace, Inc. merchandise was their fledgling independence movement.Three years ago Kawa had found hope in a regional government official who wanted a new, better life for the people of Syria. The only problem was, as long as there was no change in leadership and the Russians were involved, Syrian lives would be lost. Their hand was forced.The civil war was well planned, swift and absolute under their elected leader, President Farage. In a
RYAN BUSIED HIMSELF TIDYING up the breakfast mess, sweeping up all the crumbs. Carson wasn't halfway through her one sandwich while the rest of them had at least two a piece. Silas and Paxton had eaten twice that, but they had a long day of travel and work ahead of them.Alec emerged from the hall dressed in a suit."You look like the fucking Secret Service," Ryan said.Alec presented his middle finger. "Don't wait up for me. I'm probably going to be late."Ryan shook his head.Vito was around here somewhere. Carson hadn't mentioned plans, but Ryan felt like he should stick close to her.He didn't know what he should do.It was Saturday, and he was off for the weekend. Perhaps he should go ahead and request a few days PTO while they sorted stuff out. He was willing to bet there were doctor visits in their future, the sooner the better. There was also the matter of the tiny bag she'd arrived at his place with.She needed more of her stuff.He picked up his coffee an
CARSON KEPT HER EYES on the TV while Ryan's fingers drew little circles on her knee. The gentle touch bordered on ticklish, not that he meant to do that. Or that's what she told herself.When they'd first settled in to watch the comedy she hadn't known what to do about this constant contact. If she shifted away from him, he shifted closer. If she put her knees out of his reach, he'd drape his arm across the back of the sofa and twirl her hair. What was he getting at? Was it a hint? Was he trying to put the moves on her?Now, after two movies, she was certain that these little gestures were completely mindless. He had no idea he was doing it. He wasn't trying to slide his hand in her pants, up her shirt or grope her. He liked the closeness. Sort of like Mom's old cat who used to insist on laying pressed up against someone even when it was sweltering. Both Ryan and the cat enjoyed contact. But unlike the cat, Ryan believed whatever they were doing meant something. Because he thought
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