All Chapters of Aegis Group Task Force: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Ivy had never been a girl who was governed by her feelings. She'd always brought a bit of rationality into the picture. But she was losing that objectivity with Piers.It had to be this situation. She'd never been in over her head like she was now, and he was her lifeline. This thing they shared was mostly in her head.Hell, Piers was probably acting completely normal and it was her twisting it around to be something it wasn't.She had to stop this. Somehow.Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep, steadying breath.Tonight, after the party and she'd dealt with Jabir, she'd let herself feel whatever way her heart wanted. Tomorrow she was taking back that control. The job would be the better for it.Ivy kept an eye on Jabir, but he was moving in circles comprised solely of men. She'd read the social guide for parties like these. Mostly it had boiled down to, use your own judgement. Given that women didn't enjoy the same freedoms, Ivy and the others had to be careful. It seemed

Killam was going to murder the man. Skin him alive.He closed his eyes and took a breath.No, he wouldn't do any of that, but he damn well wanted to.Ivy crawled off the bed. "I need to get started on his phone.""Do that." Killam gave himself a mental shake, then reached for Jabby's pants.This was going down as one of the stranger things he'd ever done in the name of the job, that was for sure.Killam left Jabby's underwear on, then rolled him under the blankets.Lipstick was smeared on one pillow.There was one high heel poking out from under the bed. Its companion was by the door.Ivy stood with her back to him, two phones in hand."I'm going to need to do a fingerprint scan, too," she said."Do I want to know where you were hiding that?" Killam knew phones were contraband outside of the women's wing, and he hadn't seen it on her all night."Modified thigh holster. Duh."He chuckled and shook his head."It's going." She set the two phones down carefully

Tuesday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.ZAK FROWNED AT THE darkened house. The sudden hush intensified the surrounding silence. At least out on the patio. He could hear the confused voices of the other guests melding together into a dull roar.What the fuck just happened?Where was Jabir's generator?Dots of light sprang up as people began using their cell phones as flashlights. Another set of doors to the dining hall opened and people trickled out.Yousef must be losing his shit right about now.Zak smirked and turned back down the path.He wasn't going in that house until the power was back on. Too many bodies, not enough air. Not his idea of a fun time.Fucking Killam.Zak kicked a rock on the path.That asshole. What right did he have to interfere last night? Where did he get off being one of that idiot Jabir's closest friends?Zak reached the end of the path.That was odd. Muhammad was gone. The kid had agreed to wait around, see if Yousef p

Wednesday. Nasar's Home. New York City, New York.NASAR SAT ON THE coffee table and stared at the years' worth of bread crumbs spread out on his floor. He'd arranged the pages documenting what he knew in chronological order, starting with everything he knew about the explosion that had killed his family.It had taken him a year, almost two, to uncover the tiniest bits of intel, and then it just kept coming.The men he'd met who shared his frustrations.The leak about accidental drone attacks.Cover-up rumors.Zak had told him they'd find the answers in America. That with the shift of the US military, the only way to discover more was to follow them. And Nasar had. Along the way, he did whatever job Zak asked him to do because it ultimately led to more information or a contact who could tell him more.It was Zak who'd arranged for Nasar to meet with the young man who'd told him about Daniel Smith.Everything came through Zak.Only Daniel Smith hadn't killed Nasar's

Wednesday. Luxe Ibiza, Hostel, Ibiza.KILLAM STARED AT THE tall, white building in the morning light behind the iron fence. The place looked like a very large mansion and was even built just off a gated community of large homes. So far he'd counted four alert security guards. Each of them had carried themselves like a soldier. To Killam, who'd only been in for a hot second, their posture was what made them stick out the most. There was an air about a soldier that set them apart. Made them easy to pick out, as if they were a different breed.Ivy had it, though she also could shift into a different mode at times. But when she was in soldier mode, there was no denying the dangerous way she moved as anything but what she'd been trained as."Five guards, all carrying Glocks. Looks like they have body armor, too.""Five?" Killam frowned and glanced around."One in the guard shack. Three around the perimeter. One on the second floor. Only reason I saw him was because he moved. Ma