All Chapters of Trapped Between Two Alphas: Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

Cutter was nothing more than a speed bump.One-Mile slammed the door of his truck and locked it before shoving his way into EM Security Management’s offices. Just inside the lobby, their pretty blond receptionist, Tessa Lawrence, sat at the front desk, doing her best to ignore Zyron. But the big lug had perched his ass on the edge of her desk to flirt shamelessly, despite the fact their bosses had a strict policy against fraternization and the woman didn’t seem inclined to say yes. Even now, Tessa looked pale and nervous as she focused on her computer screen, typing away as if Zy didn’t exist. But he didn’t take the hint, instead asking her out—yet again—in low, suggestive tones while flashing his Hollywood smile.Dumb ass. Her baby was only a few months old, and her ex-boyfriend’s desertion only a few weeks older than that. The last thing a woman like Tessa was looking for was some asshole to nail her.As he passed them, Zy scowled—the nonverbal equivalent of get the fuck away from m

On his left, One-Mile heard the click of the lock. He swiveled his head, opened the one eye he could, and lay deceptively still, waiting to see who came through the door. That would tell him how much effort he’d need to exert to trip the thug du jour and stomp his larynx until the gunman suffocated.But it wasn’t some armed-to-the-teeth asshole who entered the room but a delicate Hispanic beauty who looked twenty, max. Her entire body trembled as, tray in hand, she cleared the door. Immediately, it shut—and locked—behind her. She jolted at the sound.“Who are you?” The raspy slur of his voice barely sounded human.She didn’t look at him. Fuck, he probably should have saved his breath. Besides Montilla, only a handful of people in this shithole spoke English, and his Spanish sucked.As she set the tray on the nearby table, she shook so hard the dishes rattled. She finally met his stare. Her brown eyes were wide and full of terror. “My name is Laila, Señor Walker. Emilo is my…um—how do

Brea didn’t know anything about her or why she’d helped Pierce, but if she had contributed to saving his life, Brea wanted to shake the woman’s hand.“But Montilla seems to have disappeared somewhere into the desert. Poof…” Joaquin tossed his hands in the air.That wasn’t good news. She knew without being told that cartels were full of dangerous people with long memories. What were the odds they could give up on Pierce simply because his fellow operatives had rescued him and hauled him back to the States?“How long until he’s out of recovery?” Cutter asked. “Before they know what kind of permanent damage he’ll sustain?”She shook her head, resisting the pull of fresh tears. She shifted with nervous energy instead. “I’m hoping it’s not much longer. The surgeon called the operation a success, but he has no idea at this point how much Pierce will eventually recover. The next twenty-four hours are critical, so I’m going to stay.”Cutter frowned. “In a motel?”“Yes. I’ll find one later.”H

So he’d started an exercise regimen, first walking, then running on his treadmill. Push-ups, pull-ups, biceps and triceps curls, planks—he pushed his body to the limit of the doctor’s advice…and a little bit beyond—working harder every day. He’d also talked Josiah and Trees into giving him rides to the shooting range. He wanted to go back to work, so he had to stay sharp.After all, he had a vendetta to settle.“Got busy.”“Did you nap?”“No.” He’d resisted the urge, because once he resumed work, the bad guys weren’t going to let him curl up with a blankie in the corner and check out for a couple of hours. And if he got tired enough, maybe he’d finally sleep a whole fucking night without waking up in a cold sweat.She narrowed her eyes at him. “Did you work out again?”Last Friday, she’d had a midday cancellation and dropped by to check on him, only to find him in his home gym pulling up on the bar attached to the door. She’d taken one look at him shirtless and dripping in sweat, swal

“The neurologist went over my latest scan and gave me a clean bill of health. It’s hardly a shocker that I’m supposed to avoid more head trauma. But otherwise, he released me. The orthopedic surgeon studied the last films she took of my shoulder and knees. All good. I started exercising a little earlier than she’d recommended, but it actually ended up helping me build back my strength. It wasn’t my first rodeo with the shoulder, so I knew how not to pull it out of whack again. She wants to see me in another month but told me I can go ahead and resume normal activity, including work.”Brea could see the relief on his face. She’d been worried his injuries were so extensive he’d be unable to come back, and he must have had moments of doubt, too. “That’s great. Just make sure you take it easy for a while.”“I’ll try.” He leaned forward and studied her. “But it’s not an easy job.”“I know.” And she did from being around Cutter. What they did was dangerous and unpredictable. Just yesterday,