Quick, fast, like removing a Band-aid. That's how I usually deliver bad news, but not this time. This time, in the few steps it took me to reach her door, I must've thought of three different ways to break the news to her, and none of them were satisfactory because no matter how I said it or what I said, she's going to be hurt at the end of it.I stood outside the bedroom door with my hand raised to knock, and I heard it, her laughter. It went through me like a summer breeze, the type that seems to ease away everything else, leaving only sunshine and warmth behind, but it didn't last that warmth. I'd wanted to hear her laugh; now I'm the one who's going to erase it; that didn't feel good.What the hell am I doing? This is exactly what I was afraid of. Nothing should get in the way of doing the job. So why are my guts trying to choke me? There was no time for this back and forth with myself; I'll just have to reassure her later and offer comfort where I could.I knocked on the door afte
The night seemed almost surreal like it wasn't happening to me but to someone else. I felt disoriented and out of my depth, and everything around me seemed to be coming from a distance. Even words sounded like they were passed through an echo chamber before they reached my ears. I couldn't imagine, even with all that I've been through, that days like this really do exist.One minute I was laughing and teasing Chantal while we both cheated at scrabble, and the next, I was standing over my mother in a hospital bed. I'll never get the look of her out of my head, never erase the image of her lying there broken with tubes going in and out of her. Hearing the doctor's words had filled me with cold dread, and I've been numb ever since.I didn't get the shakes until I got back into my room, and everything hit me all at once. I'm alone, for the first time in my life, really alone. I've felt alone before, like I had to one, no escape because the only person who could help was a victim herself. B
I half expected the jolt to the system but was still shocked by it. It was enough to stop me in my tracks. I felt like I was outside of myself, that it was another me experiencing this. Maybe it's because of all the advice I'd been receiving in the last twenty-four hours, all the words and shared experiences from the guys that had me so aware of the nuances, but her lips tasted sweeter than any other.I didn't go deep, just brushed my lips lightly against hers, but she breathed just then, and I took her breath into my mouth. Something foreign stirred in my chest and went straight to my gut, and a feeling of such tender longing assailed me. I almost pulled back and away from her at the shock of it.Is human emotion really this simple? This instantaneous? I felt open, raw, and laid bare. She could've asked me for anything at that moment, and I would've moved mountains to get it for her. It was then I knew for sure, knew that with her, this was something different from anything I knew, so
Life, as always, is kicking me in the butt. Why can't anything ever go the way I expect or want? There's a budding excitement beating away inside, and keeping pace with it is fear and uncertainty. For as long as I can remember, it's been like that. The joys were always short-lived or interspersed with something horrible. It got so I learned not to be too happy because there was always a threatening cloud hanging over me.Last night had been like that, lying in bed with him, going from one emotion to the next in the space of a few seconds; it's enough to give me whiplash, not to mention his mercurial mood swings. They don't help much. I'd gone to sleep in his arms, and it was better than anything I could've imagined, and when I woke up this morning, I had the pleasure of studying his face in slumber.There's something about seeing a strong man with his defenses down like that, something boyish and innocent, that clutched at my heartstrings. In those first few seconds, I knew the joy of
"Are you getting too old for the job? Is that it?" I bit back the anger and hid the fear in my voice when I finally gave him my answer."No, just a few hiccups, nothing I can't handle.""See that you do. If anything else goes wrong… I don't have to tell you what that could mean for you. We've had a good run over the years; I'd hate to see things end on this note."He hung up the phone before I could answer, which only made my mouth run dry. I know this guy. I know what he's capable of and want no part of it. "We're gonna have to do something about this Gabriel prick. This is twice now. He's thwarted me. There's no way he hasn't found those kids.""But there hasn't been any movement over there, no cops, nothing."My righthand man reminded me. "That's what's got me so worried. If he was a normal guy, he would've called the law after finding those kids, but our guys on the inside haven't heard a peep.""Maybe he hasn't found them yet.""It's been days without water or food; those kids wou
"Garrett, send a team to the hospital.""On it." He left the room to go take care of that while Lyon and Mancini made some calls of their own. Everyone was in fast mode now that we had more to go on, but one thing tortured me as I tried to keep up. He said he'd found her himself; what does that mean? A cold finger of dread ran down my spine at what those words could mean. I was more worried about that than I was about the man who'd entered her mother's room at the hospital since there didn't seem to be any danger there. All the stranger did was sit and watch her, so I got the feeling that maybe he was a friend, someone she knew. But how did he know she was there? And what, if anything, did he have to do with what was going on with Silla? Who is he? Where did he come from? And why had neither woman ever mentioned him?I watched him leave on the screen, his face still hidden beneath the cap, but with the technology we had to work with, it shouldn't take much to find him with what littl
"One more thing before I go. Don't cry alone again without me there to comfort you." I didn't wait around for her response but left after one last look at her; all snuggled up in bed. She looked so small there, and for a moment, it gave me pause. How the hell does someone like me handle something that delicate? The thought, instead of swaying me, only made me want. Time to get the hell out of there and away from her before my thoughts get ahead of me.I stood outside her bedroom door, trying to outwait the shaking in my hands. What had I just done? I hadn't meant for things to go that far when I went in there; my intentions were only to make sure that she was okay. Now I'm not sure how I feel about this new development. Sure I do; I'm scared shitless. There are about a million reasons why I shouldn't be doing this, a thousand things that could go wrong, and I imagined all of them. Still, something in me knew that there was no way to go back over the line we'd just crossed without hurt
"Change!" That's the greeting I got when I met him on the stairs landing as soon as I walked out of the bedroom. I guess he'd left sometime before I woke up to go back to his room to get cleaned up. Since I now saw him through new eyes, his beauty was not lost on me. Not that he wasn't always hot, but now there was an added sparkle in his eyes that I hadn't noticed before.I also saw his gruffness in a whole new light. It no longer seemed to come from a place of annoyance, at least it hadn't last night when he ordered me to go back to sleep before hauling me into his arms. But now, I'm back to being unsure. Did he even remember what we'd said to each other last night? His attitude seemed completely different from the man who'd whispered such sweet nothings to me in the dark. The man who'd held me in his arms with such loving care all night.Nope, he was back to being his surly self. No good morning, how are you? No sweet smile, not even a kiss hello. I don't think he even looked at me
This is insane. I thought I had it under control, but I didn’t expect the night to be like this. It wasn’t because of all the people that were here in the arena, though it had to be at full capacity, which was around two hundred and fifty thousand people, give or take about ten. No, what was bothering the hell out of me was the fact that my girl was in the middle of this shit. I didn’t think it would bother me this much, especially since I knew that there was no danger here, that the whole tunnel thing was the only thing going on, and the other players had already been taken down, but I couldn’t shake it off. I had this feeling like the feeling you get when someone has you in their crosshairs, but you don’t know which direction they’re in. It could be a case of transferred anxiety because Lyon has been ranting and raving since he got here about some shit going down. It was hell trying to hide my thoughts and feelings from Silla, who was happier than I’d ever seen her. Part
Lieutenant Morgan was more excited about the tickets than even I expected. She was so distracted that that excitement led to her being the one who invited me to tour the tunnels. I didn’t have to use my well-rehearsed speech to talk her into anything. It was so easy I almost grew suspicious until I remembered that this was just like the woman I know. She had no reason to suspect me of anything, and with my clearance, she’d see no issue letting me on site. But as we walked and talked, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone else seemed to know her as well. Namely Lyon’s daughter. But how was that possible? I’m pretty sure the kid never met her in the flesh. While she talked about how excited her kid was going to be I was looking around for anything that would give any indication that there was more going on here and saw nothing. Not that I didn’t believe Lyon, I did, but that’s how good the operation was. We hopped into a golf cart, and she drove deeper into the tunne
“Where did you go? Did you have fun?” I tried not to sound too much like I was grilling her, but Flanagan and Quinn had me a bit paranoid with the things they’d said about their women and the shit they got up to. Not that I expect Silla to do any of those things; my little innocent is too sheltered for that. But there are other issues at hand. Like the fact that I’d only just started to convince myself that with Sam out of the picture, she was no longer in any danger, plus the fact that the mess I’d just waded through was geared toward kids, so she wasn’t in any real danger here. But I don’t know why I get the feeling that the guys are holding something back. I think Lyon might have told them to ease me into it, which begs the question of just how much worse it can get. I still have no idea what it is that they want me to do in the tunnels or even if I’d actually get the chance. Just because I’m military doesn’t mean they’ll roll out the red carpet, especially if they’re using
I guess Flanagan was wrong after all because the places the women drove to just seemed to be the usual tourist traps. They did take a little detour on the way back, but it seemed to be a more scenic route, something anyone might do when visiting a new place. It can’t be overlooked the fact that the mountains here are some of the most beautiful in the country. “I guess they did only go for a joyride after all.” I made the distinction out loud when I saw Flanagan and Quinn mapping the route they’d taken. “It’s good that you think that.” “What do you mean?” “Not sure yet; I’ll let you know when we figure out what they’re up to. I have to get this information to Lyon.” He reached for his phone while I went back to what I was doing, feeling at ease for the first time in hours since she left. Every once in a while, one of my boys would make a sound of disgust from across the room, but since I’d already given them the option to bow out, which they all refused, I saw it a
“What’s wrong boss? Something bothering you?” Mace asked me quietly as I watched the door where the women had just left. “No, it’s not that.” I couldn’t give him an answer because I didn’t know what it was that was making me twitchy about the whole thing. I wasn’t sure if it was my natural sixth sense or my new overprotectiveness where she was concerned. It didn’t help that Lyon’s men didn’t look too settled either at the idea of their women going joyriding in the middle of an Op. Maybe that was it. This whole situation has left me feeling more bereft than my first firefight. I’d rather dodge bullets in the desert than deal with this evil shit that I’d been pouring over for the last few hours. How anyone could deal with this shit day in and day out and not lose part of themselves is beyond me. It's only been a few hours, and my skin is already starting to crawl. Now, I’ve always known that men can be evil monsters; I’ve seen some of the worst they can do to each other, or
Shit, blast and damn. How do I leave her behind without hurting her feelings? She’s so dang innocent; I was sure a rebuff, though not meant to be one, would hurt her feelings. Was I ever this innocent? No, but some of my new sisters used to be when we first met, so I know the signs. I was thinking hard about a plausible excuse when she clapped her hands across her mouth and looked at me like she’d committed a crime.“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean… I just got so relaxed with you two; it’s like we’ve known each other forever. I didn’t mean to overstep; I’ll just go back to the room and leave you two alone.” She rambled off the words before starting to walk away, and both Kelly and I had to stop her. Okay, this one might be more sheltered than the others, and it almost broke my heart. Over the last couple of years, I’d come to recognize the signs of past trauma in women, and she had a boatload. “No, you didn’t overstep. I was just worried about how your man would r
This is happening. Things have been moving really fast in the last few days and the honeymoon was over. True to his word, Lyon had sent in a crew, or squad as he calls them. Two couples, the men seeming just as anxious as I was, having their women close to this shit. I wasn’t sure how we were supposed to do this, keeping the women in the dark, I mean. But I needn’t have worried because Quinn and Shane knew exactly what they were doing when it came to that part of the Op. Silla, I was happy to see, was only too happy to make two new friends, and these women must’ve taken classes or something because they had her hooked in no time at all. I’d barely seen her interactions with Chantal back at the house, but it was good to see that she played well with others. There was no cattiness among these women and I couldn’t help but notice the difference between these two, Arianna and Kelly and Nikki. It’s been days since I even thought about her, but I guess I figured one headach
I looked these people up when I had a chance, and I have to say, Lyon and his kid do get around. I wouldn't have pegged him for the type, but then again, what do I know? Silla was all but jumping out of her skin with excitement ever since I mentioned their names, but I have to count that as a plus since it kept her even more in the dark about what was really going on. I brought my boys up to speed on things later that night once she'd knocked herself out after playing Rodeo Queen on my dick. At least the news knocked the disrespectful smirks off my team's faces, and they switched gears from sticking their noses in my shit and got down to the business we were there for. "I'm only telling you now because it's been finalized on their end. When Lyon called earlier, it was just an idea they were playing around with, but now, apparently, it's a done deal. Here's the thing…" I filled them in on what Lyon had shared in his latest phone call, i.e., the fact that this Ryder person's past con
Penance, it has got to be. I can't come up with any other reason for me to be dealing with this mess right now. I've always prided myself on being at the top of my game in any given situation, but this shit has thrown me for a loop. For what has got to be the first time in my adult life, I find myself in a situation that I'm not completely in control of. Right now, I should be focused on the job; nothing is more important than that, at least there didn't used to be. But now, even with the danger I was sure was here, given the Intel we'd collected so far, all I could think about was her. And not even in a sexual, I wanna jump her bones every time I see her kind of way, but more like how can I put her in my pocket and keep her safely away from all this shit type of thing. It's not something I expected, not to this degree anyway, and no one ever told me that these things could happen, and if they had, I'd have said not to me. But I am living it, so it's real, and that brings me back t