All Chapters of Aegis Group Task Force: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Saturday. Phone Repair Shop. New York City, New York.NASAR CAREFULLY REPLACED THE screen on the phone while his customer looked on. There was a calming, meditative element to this work that satisfied him. This might be the only time he found peace anymore.Used to, he'd return home to find peace. His wife and children gave him the greatest joy.But they were gone now, leaving behind a gaping hole that nothing would fill.Nasar finished the repairs to the phone, then wiped the screen down.It was as good as new, maybe even better now."There you go." Nasar smiled and pushed the device across the counter."Thank you so much." The kid took the phone in both hands. The nervous energy clinging to the kid faded away and a light returned to his eyes.Nasar kept his smile in place until after the door closed behind the teenager. He lowered onto the stool and cradled his head in his hands.His family.His boy would be about the age of that kid if he hadn't been killed.

Ivy mourned for Nor. Ivy couldn't judge her. She had no idea what Nor had lived through or what it was like here, but Ivy did know there was no happy ending for her and the prince."There was another girl, an Italian. She's gone now. But she was always talking about the promises Prince Jabir made her. How he was going to marry her. How much she loved him. We all know he doesn't love us. Maybe he's fond of us, some more than others, but he doesn't love us. I know he doesn't love me back. She started getting jealous any time he spent the night with someone else. She wasn't a favorite, never had been, so she spent a lot of time picking fights with people.""Sounds like a great gal," Ivy drawled.Good riddance.Nor nodded and a smile briefly curved her lips. But it was gone in an instant. She gestured at her hair. "I, um, I've been lightening my hair a little every two months. Obviously I'm not naturally blonde. He likes blondes, you know?""It looks really good on you," London s

Sunday. Phone Repair Shop. New York City, New York.NASAR WIPED THE COUNTERS down despite not having a single customer that morning thus far.He really should consider closing the store on Sundays. Hardly anyone came in. But then he'd have to find something else to do with his time. Something that wasn't waiting for the stars to align.He placed both the microfiber rag and bottle of cleaner under the register. As he stood his gaze landed on the snapshot, he'd had copied a dozen or more times. It was the only remaining picture of his family. The rest of their things had gone up in the blaze that took them.If it weren't for this picture, he wondered if he'd still remember their faces.He blew out a breath and reached out, rubbing his thumb over his wife's face.She'd been a gentle, loving woman. He'd never deserved her.Nasar's cell phone rang.He glanced at the clock.It was past time.He strode to the front door, flipped the lock and turned the signs off. If any

Monday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.KILLAM STARED AT IVY hiding under the table while he swiped his thumb over the darkened screen of his cell phone.What the hell was he going to do with her?She wasn't going to sit back and let him handle this. He couldn't protect her.The only thing left was to work with her, and he didn't know how to do that."I can explain," Ivy said after a prolonged silence.He glanced over his shoulder, a sense of urgency returning."We don't have time for that," he said, scanning the walled-in courtyard for the delivery driver.He saw her crawl out from under the desk and straighten from the corner of his eye.Shit.He turned his head, taking in the full impact of Ivy in a tiny, strapless dress over her bikini that barely covered the essentials. His mouth went dry and not for the first time he wished he'd stolen a quick glance at her during the interview. He wasn't a saint, so why had he tried to play the good guy? What t

Monday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.ZAK SAMAAN SIPPED FROM his glass as he surveyed the party. It was on the subdued side for a Jabir event, but it was still early. Only the inner circle of friends was present yet."Well?" Miran, his cousin, sidled up to him."Yousef said the money wasn't ready.""What?"Zak held up his hand. "Tonight.""This is cutting it close. We can't screw up this job. It's our in.""I know that," Zak snapped.He was very aware that this job could be their meal ticket. For a decade Zak and Miran had fostered relationships, built contacts, created their own little power structure with people everywhere. All to this end.They'd be taken care of if they did this deal. Zak knew it. No more stroking the egos of men like Prince Jabir al Saud. No, people would be lining up to stroke Zak.Miran passed Zak two small vials.He stared at them in surprise."There were extras," was all Miran said.Zak grinned.They were going to p