Beatrice’s POV
My phone buzzes in my front pocket, and all I can think about is checking it. I shift in the metal chair, keeping my hands folded on the old aluminum conference table that’s definitely seen better days. The warehouse is empty except for the six of us. It’s a strange situation, but I’ve learned the right questions to ask and which ones to steer clear of. At least we have a table. This is a negotiation, not a fight. The table matters. My heart is racing, but I’ve gotten used to that feeling. The pounding in my chest is my tell, and I’m glad the others can’t hear it, even when it’s thumping in my ears. I’ve trained hard for this double life, at least on the surface. “Listen,” I let a bit of impatience creep into my tone. “Sierra is going to be furious when she finds out you’re messing with her.” The chill in the air should have been my first clue that this meeting wouldn’t go well. It’s so cold that I half-expect to see my breath. Fred’s too stingy to pay for the heat we need to make this deal work. “Next time, she better show up herself, or we’ll handle things differently.” Fred’s gun glints at me as he casually flips his suit jacket. I shoot him a look and hold back an eye roll. Guys who feel the need to brandish their guns to prove something really annoy me. “Congrats on having a gun. I’ve got four.” The one tucked in my leather jacket would take him out before he even had a chance to draw his outdated piece. No wonder he’s looking for an arms deal. “I can sense she’s not going to want anything to do with you after this move.” I keep my expression calm, but inside, I’m frustrated about this missed chance. “Give me a call when you’re actually serious about working with us. She might still be interested.” I nod to the two guys who came with me, and they follow my lead. “What’s she paying you, Tris? I’ll double it.” Fred shifts in his seat. As I head toward the door, a knot forms in my stomach. My mind should be focused on this conversation, but I can’t shake off the message buzzing on my phone. I call back, “You couldn’t afford me, Fred. I’m out of your league.” “You’ve got guts.” He laughs as I keep moving. The warehouse is massive, cluttered with his steel products, and his voice bounces off the walls, making it hard to ignore him. I’m not sure what he’s after with Sierra, but I doubt it’s anything good. I stop just before the exit, shaking my head and glancing back at him, flanked by Sierra’s two big guys. “I’d take diamonds over-steel balls any day.” Fred’s smile disappears, and his chair scrapes loudly as he stands up. His two companions are like shadows behind him. “You want diamonds? I can make that happen.” “Forget you ever had my number.” I shove the emergency exit door, and it swings open. “Unless you’ve got cash for the deal.” The door slams shut behind the last guy as we make our way to the black SUV parked in the empty gravel lot. The sky’s a deep blue-black, and the melting snow is forming puddles in the potholes. Springs’ on the horizon, but it hasn’t quite arrived yet. We’ll probably get hit with another cold snap soon. “What a waste of time.” I pull out my phone as it buzzes again. “Is that Sierra?” Grey raises his dark eyebrows while he opens the back door for me. His short brown hair gets tousled by a sudden gust of wind. “Could be.” I duck down, squeezing my nearly six-foot frame into the car, but I don’t pull out the phone. Why are they reaching out to me? The FBI set this phone to vibrate differently for their texts. When it buzzed during the meeting, I was worried someone would catch my reaction. Raising suspicion among my colleagues could mean my end—shot without a second thought. The car lurches forward, and Grey mutters an apology as I concentrate on my hands, flipping them over. My pocket vibrates again, and when I glance down at my hands, they’re drenched in blood. “Tris?” He tries to meet my eyes in the mirror. “Sierra is going to be furious.” I lift my head and tuck my hands under my thighs, sliding along the sleek black leather, letting out a low chuckle. “I told Sierra there’s no way Fred’s buying from us. He’s broke and has no need for guns.” Having Sierra make me the main contact for the deal felt like a step forward, so I didn’t push back too much. “He’s definitely got a use for you,” Grey says, locking eyes with me. “He wouldn’t know how to handle me.” I lean back in my seat, watching the skyline whiz by. The city’s skyline is one of my favorite things, especially at dusk when the lights shimmer on the lake. “Have you ever worked for a guy before?” Grey asks as he checks the mirrors. The new guy next to him, whose name escapes me, chimes in, “She’s way too much of a ballbuster to work for a guy.” Grey shoots him an annoyed look. “Sierra will take care of you for saying that about Tris.” “I can handle shooting him myself,” I reply, keeping my tone light. The city outside blurs past, and I can’t shake the thought of my phone, but pulling it out now feels too risky. “Yeah, I’ve worked for a few guys. I try to avoid it. They’re always too focused on their egos.” The new guy laughs, and Grey gives him another sideways glance. I get why he’s confused. He’s missing Grey’s silent cue. Over the seat, he’s checking out my dark ponytail tied up high and my pants. “What are you, anyway? You seem kind of exotic. I can’t quite figure it out.” I shoot him a frosty look and reply, “Your hands should stay far away from me.” Next to me and Grey, this kid looks like a total ghost. “You’re about to get fired, dude.” Grey shakes his head, gripping the steering wheel tighter as we hit the busy traffic. “Keep talking like that, and you might find yourself wearing concrete shoes at the bottom of the lake.” The color drains from his face. At least he’s smart enough to take Grey seriously. He looks like he’s in his early twenties, just a kid trying to make a quick buck. Everything about him reminds me of someone I’d rather forget but can’t shake off. “That’s not a real thing,” he stammers. “They’re all real things,” Grey replies. “You don’t mess with these people, Prime. The stereotypes, the rumors, the stuff you see on TV—most of it comes from real-life experiences.” Ah, so that’s his name. Not that I’ll need to remember it after this chat. The car rolls to a stop in front of my four-story brown brick apartment building. The trees along the street are well-established, their branches drooping over the sidewalk and road. The streetlights are functional, and there’s a security guard at the front door. Not that I really need one. I picked this neighborhood on purpose. It’s not too shabby, but it’s not brand new either. Sierra has suggested I move in with her outside the city, but I can’t do that. While it might simplify some parts of the job, it would complicate others way too much. “I didn’t mean anything by what I said,” Prime says, sounding unsure. He’s not as tall as Grey, and when we stand up, we’re about the same height. I’m probably a decade older than him, but that age difference feels huge right now. I’ve been working this job with Sierra for nearly a year, but it feels like it’s my entire life. “You’re not cut out for this, Prime. You should quit before you get hurt.” I’m halfway out the door when I glance back at Grey and say, “Let Sierra know I have some personal stuff to take care of. I’ll be back in a few days.” “Your brother?” His brown eyes show concern. “Yeah.” I nod briefly. “It’s the anniversary of his death.” “I’ll pass it along.” I bang the door shut behind me and step into the building, giving a quick wave to the security guard at the front desk. In the elevator, I rest my hand on my phone in my pocket. How much time do I really have? At my apartment door, I slide the key into the lock. My hands are steady, but my heart is racing as I step inside. I lock everything up tight and pull out my phone. Checking the time and the timestamp on the text, I think I can pull this off. It’s going to be close. I open the closet by the entryway, grab my pre-packed bag, and unlock the door. Then, I slip out into the night.Beatrice’s POVJames prefers to meet at the same hotel, in the same room, every single time. It’s a mid-tier chain located in a medium-sized city. Everything about our meetings is set up to avoid the awkward encounters we both dread. Being undercover and running into someone from either side of our lives is one of those things that can wake people like me in a panic, drenched in sweat, wondering if there’s a bullet waiting for us. As I step into the hotel room, the smell of old cigarettes hits me right away. The place could really use a makeover, but I never question James’s choice of venue. This is his territory, not mine. He stops pacing when the door clicks shut behind me, and his dark features and eyes help ease my tension. He gives me a once-over, sizing me up. “I wasn’t sure you’d show.” “Your message came at a rough time. Sierra let me squeeze in another meeting today, but it was pointless.” “Just like the last one,” he replies, finishing my sentence. I shrug it off
Beatrice’s POVHot pink isn’t really my go-to color, but it surprisingly complements the darker tones I got from my dad. Sierra was adamant about picking out my dress for this event. Getting her to join me wasn’t the hard part; it was more about steering her away from some of the outrageous outfit ideas she had in mind for me. “So, Native Barbie, are you enjoying the show?” Sierra asks, her champagne flute held delicately in her perfectly manicured hands. I shoot her a sideways look while taking a sip from my own drink. “Only you could pull that off.” I’ve got a bit of that lily-white vibe from my mom, too. People who try to label me often find it tricky because I don’t fit neatly into any box. My gaze wanders around the grand ballroom, landing on the stunning crystal chandelier that brightens our corner. I let my fingers brush against the gun strapped to my thigh. This event was supposed to be low-key, but it’s ballooned into something much larger since my meeting with James.
Beatrice’s POVThe next day, as we pull up to the De Luca family estate, there is a noticeable chill in the air. Snow blankets parts of the ground, but you can still see some patches of grass peeking through. Before we can even step inside, we get thoroughly searched. The first time I went through this years ago, it felt invasive and gross. Now, it’s just routine. They manage to uncover every single one of my concealed weapons. I guess I’ll need to get a bit more inventive with my hiding spots. Their mansion is a stunning, sprawling bungalow nestled in the suburbs. It’s going to take me ages to comb through the entire place for any clues. The file I glanced at had some info, but being here really drives home a different reality. This estate used to be pretty secluded, but the city has expanded all around it. There’s still a huge stretch of land in the back that looks like an empty field, save for a shed tucked away in the corner. When the front door swings open, I don’t see No
Beatrice’s POV“I do.” Her expression softens. “You’re not going to fight each other. Flint’s a jerk, but he’s still your brother.” “There are things you can’t possibly understand. People change. Flint’s mom and mine would be turning in their graves.” The hint of an accent returns, making me want to lean in closer to catch more. Despite her words, I think that accent might be genuine. Sierra isn’t a mom, but sometimes she gives off a nurturing vibe around certain people. Like that little hip sway, she doesn’t show that side of herself often. Her bond with Nolan and Flint runs deeper than I ever realized. “Can I help?” she asks. Nolan looks at me before turning to Sierra. “Maybe,” he replies. “I’m not looking for an arms deal, at least not right now. I wanted Flint to see I’m serious—my threats are real—which is why I brought you here.” She shifts in her seat. “I used to babysit you two when our parents were in meetings. I know how tight you and Flint are.” I try to keep my
Beatrice’s POVNolan's face lights up with a smirk. "I appreciate your straightforwardness." "Why beat around the bush?" I stay standing. "I'm content with Sierra, so your offer better be impressive." "I’m looking for a female bodyguard—" "Not interested." I pivot on my heel, taking a calculated chance. The more I push back, the less he’ll suspect my true intentions later. He’ll think he’s won me over. "Hold on," he says as my hand reaches the doorknob. "I can offer more than just a title for the right candidate. I know you’ve been working closely with Sierra." His tone shifts again, and I feel my shoulders ease. There’s something in the way he speaks that could easily draw me in. It drains my resistance. "I have. I’ve earned my place by her side." "What would it take to bring you here to work for me?" He stands in front of me now, arms crossed, giving me a piercing look. "I want to feel valued," I confess. "Essential, like I matter." He nods. "What I need you to do wo
Beatrice’s POVThe next day, when the door swings open to reveal Flint, I can't help but curse Nolan and his so-called matchmaking skills. I shot Nolan a text as soon as I landed to let him know when I’d be at the house. He definitely knew it would be me at the door. I sidestep Flint, rolling my eyes at the thought that I don’t know how to charm a guy. Nolan and I are going to have a serious talk about this. This isn’t my style at all.“Sierra must be a pretty terrible boss if you think working for Nolan is a better gig,” Flint quips.Instead of turning to him, I keep walking toward the back of the house and Nolan’s office. I give Flint a little wave over my shoulder, not even bothering to respond to him.His hearty laugh trails behind me until I turn the corner. When I reach Nolan’s door, I hit the buzzer like I saw Dalton do yesterday.After a moment, Nolan’s breathless voice comes through the speaker. “Yes?”“Tris.”The door buzzes open, and I step into the spacious room. Nolan is
Beatrice’s POVThe casino doesn’t look like much from the outside. It’s just a few sections of a strip mall with darkened windows, located in a part of Sicily I wouldn’t normally visit. Once we step through the sliding doors, it’s clear that the inside isn’t any better. Everything seems worn out, like it’s stuck in the seventies. Slot machines are crammed into every corner, and the smell of stale smoke hits me hard.“You own this place?” My voice lacks any enthusiasm.Nolan shoots me a sideways glance as he walks toward the back. “It’s not what it seems.”We’ve got a security guard in front of us and another behind.“Are you going to give me more details?”“Not at the moment.”“Trust—”“Is something you earn. You’ve got it from Sierra, but you need to earn it from me.” He points his finger, his face serious.Nolan’s knack for blending in or standing out, depending on what he needs, is impressive. Even some of the agents I know can’t pull that off.“Just watch and learn.” Nolan approa
Beatrice’s POVI spend the next few weeks shadowing Nolan around the city as he makes deals, chats with people, and stacks up cash. I can never quite figure out what Flint does all day. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of him, but most of the time it feels like it’s just Nolan and me in the house. Flint’s like a ghost. One day, while I’m sitting on the edge of my bed thinking about hitting the gym, my phone buzzes with that familiar tone. I grab it from the nightstand and see a simple message. “Lunch is on me today. James.”I check the clock and realize I’ve got two hours to get to a dive bar in R Island. I quickly throw on my go-to outfit of black pants and a shirt, pulling my dark hair into a tight ponytail. Snatching my jacket off the chair where I tossed it last night, I head down the hall to ask for the day off. I ring Nolan’s office, wishing I could just walk in. We go through our usual routine, and he buzzes me into the room. “You should really set up a camera out there so we ca
Sierra’s POVIstare into my arms at the baby wrapped in a pale-blue blanket. He has dark hair, and his eyes are closed in sleep. His fingers have the tiniest nails, and I want to touch every one, count them, savor this moment. I'm so absorbed in the sight of a baby, it takes me a second to process Eric's words."What?" I glance up, a little dazed."Our son." Eric gives me an encouraging nod. "You weren't here for the birth, but I know you always wanted to name our boy Lucas after your brother."I laugh self-consciously and shift the baby to hand him to Eric. "This isn't my baby." When I try to pass the bundle, he steps out of reach. "He can't be my baby. It's impossible.""Not impossible," my father whispers. "You were searching for a surrogate when you two split.""Exactly," I agree. "Eric and I broke up, and we destroyed the embryos. I signed paperwork to have them destroyed."My father grimaces.Eric shifts his feet. "This isn't the reaction I was expecting.""I signed papers to ha
Flint’s POVWhile Sierra and I pack in our bedroom, I debate whether to let her come to Russia. There's so much we don't understand. I stuff more clothes into my duffel bag and glance at her as she wanders into the en suite to get her makeup.Curiosity is a powerful thing, and I'm definitely curious about what Eric has been doing. He didn't sound scared in his voicemail messages, or even full of his usual asshole bravado. No, he was excited. Why? I stop packing and lean against the dresser while Sierra continues to put things into her suitcase."Spit it out." She doesn't break her rhythm of sorting and discarding. "You're over there brooding about something.""Don't come to Russia."She laughs. "I'm going to Russia. He called me, not you, and he said you could come along for the show." She throws skincare products into her bag with a huff. "I don't care anymore about what he's doing. You're right. I'll fire him. I don't know why I haven't done it yet."She knows why. I understand why.
Sierra’s POVWhen I slip into bed, Flint tugs me close, but for the first time since we've been together, he doesn't run his hands along me in ways to make me think of sex. Instead, he wedges me in so tight my face is practically squished against his bare chest, and he smooths my hair before kissing the top of my head. Every bandage is gone, and sometimes I lie in bed tracing his scars, asking for their stories as my heart races at the danger and aches at the close calls. A world without him isn't a world at all."You okay?" he says. "You've been too fucking quiet since your mom left.""I don't know," I whisper. Turning toward him, I'm comforted by the steady beat of his heart in my ear. "Anytime I hear someone gave up the chance to be a mom, it makes my heart hurt. I just-I would have done anything to have a baby, to be a mom."He's silent as his hand strokes my back. "Sounds as though your sister had it rough after your mother left.""Yeah. I can't process it. Being beaten by your
Flint’s POVThe tension between Sierra and Opal is unmistakable. They're circling each other, current events, upcoming commitments, neither of them saying what they're thinking. Nothing has happened to Charles–was the first question Sierra asked-which is unfortunate. With him gone, I could eliminate Eric or have someone do it. She would forgive me. Having her father wrapped up in whatever bullshit scheme they've cooked up makes it too complicated to get rid of one without the other. Especially since I can't yet uncover what they're planning. I'm on the cusp of telling her to fire Eric just to see if that sets something in motion.With our sleuthing, there are no hints of secret deals. No more sinister connections Sierra doesn't already know. No paper trails. Unregistered or foreign bank accounts are noted somewhere. We haven't even come across more evidence of PLA involvement with Eric or her dad. What the fuck are they planning? Opal's here perched on Sierra's couch like a bird pois
Sierra’s POVEkaterina answers my last few questions with ease and then says, "That was Flint De Luca.""It was." I gather my papers together into a neat pile."Rare for me to find a man intimidating."I glance up and a smile plays on my lips. "Was he a little intense?""A little? Were we in the same room? The guy is all coiled rage and X- ray vision." She drops her phone into her purse and rises from her seat."Are you-are you safe with him?"Before I can answer, Jay chuckles on the other side of the large wooden table. "You were the only person in this room who wasn't safe today." He frowns as he picks up his pen. "And maybe me." With a shrug, he says, "Point is, he's not a threat to her.""Why would he leave so abruptly?" Her expression is thoughtful. "He gave me that appraisal once-over before he left, which meant something.""Probably wondering how easy it would be to remove your head." Jay's voice is matter of fact, and if it wasn't for the horror on her face, I'd laugh."We do
Flint’s POVSierra rises and steps around the chairs between us to roll my seat back and perch on my lap. "Tell me." Her fingers stroke my furrowed brow."He seems to believe that whatever he and your dad have cooked up, it'll bring you and him closer together." I clear my throat. "You'll pick him."She grins and wraps her arms around my neck. "Never in a million trillion years. There is nothing he could say or do to make me leave you and go to him.""He seemed very confident."Her lips quirk up in derision. "That's his thing-he's confident even when he's wrong. One of his worst qualities." Sierra's gaze focuses above my head. "Heisa win-at-all-cost sort of person, though." Her expression morphs into one of determination. "I wouldn't be with him even if he threatened to kill me."I tighten my arms around her at the suggestion. "He'd never get a chance. He'd be dead as soon as the idea entered his head."There's a sharp knock on the door. She tries to stand, but I increase my grip on h
Flint’s POVWe've been in Switzerland for a week with no problems. Things have been so good between me and Sierra, but there's this weird heaviness in my chest. I've always been content. I'd never have labeled myself as happy, but I had the business, my brother, a shit-ton of income, and enough women to keep me from longing for the one I've got now.She travels around the office getting things organized to talk to Sean about my money. She's sure we can secure it without having to go to Boston and without the FBI catching on. I am less convinced. Broke is better than Sierra being in jail. I couldn't care less about what happens to Sean or anyone else from my old organization. That life is so far away.Even though I'm worried, I can't very well live off her wealth. For the rest of our time together, I'd be a kept man, or I'd slide into something illegal just to have control. I hate her solution, but I don't have an avenue around it. Cash equals independence.At the darkest corner of my
Sierra’s POVSeveral places spring to mind without me trying hard, and none of them is a second-rate hotel in Ireland. There are few times I can remember my father putting his wants, his needs,aftermine.“And you?” I glance at Eric.He scoffs and shakes his head. “We were engaged once. Those feelings don’t just turn off.”“Well, I suppose that was the problem with our engagement. You couldn’t turn off those feelings for anyone.”Beside me, Jay snorts and then covers it up with his fist and a cough. When we get to the pub across the street advertising an Irish breakfast, Jay enters first, and the three of us stand outside the door for a minute.“This is the new protocol?” My father puts his hands on his hips. “He sweeps the place before you ever enter? Seems to be an overreaction to a CIA meeting.”I sigh and purse my lips. Impossible to win. “How about me almost being shot? How about Valeriya being murdered? How about the PLA doing business with my company behind my back? Any of that
Sierra’s POVFlint’s hands cup my face, bringing my lips toward his. I meet his kiss, driving my fingers into his hair, pressing myself as tightly to him as I can manage with our clothes on. His tongue massages my mouth, and he skims the hem of my shirt, easing it up, circling my back. At the skin-to-skin contact, I shudder with pleasure. He grips my ass, molding me to his erection.God, I love the way he feels.When his mouth leaves mine to seek the most sensitive places along my neck, I moan and clutch onto him, afraid my legs might give out. My adrenaline spikes. His declaration of love is a drug coursing through me. Impossible to believe someone like him could love me.“Say it again,” I murmur.Flint chuckles against the curve of my shoulder. “You going to make me say it all the fucking time?”“Consider it the price of admission.” My voice is breathless, and I’m already reaching for the button on his jeans.He sucks on my earlobe and nibbles. “I fucking love you, Sierra. Just you.