Page 59 of Braxton

“Julien’s old room.” A shiver ran through her and she could already guess where the story was going. Camille had never gotten over her twin’s death.

“Now we know what was tainted with Novichok,” Saint said flatly. “By the time we broke the door down, she’d managed to swig half the fucking bottle down. But, it was over.”

“Oh, and she shot Zaitsev on the way,” Inda added.

Saint nodded. “Made our job a helluva lot easier.”

“Jesus,” Ryland hissed. He was holding his shoulder, looking at his teammates, slightly shell-shocked. Quinn could hardly blame him. He’d just killed his father and lost a half-sister he’d never really known.

“Now it’s over,” Quinn said. She looked up at Braxton and smiled.

“Or, maybe it’s only the beginning,” he said, pulling her closer.

“I’d like that,” she whispered.

“Me, too, Cherry.” He pressed a kiss to her lips.

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The team returned to the jet and Hunter got them the hell out of France. They didn’t want to be anywhere near the Mercier’s manor house when the bodies were discovered and the authorities started asking questions.

Everyone was mentally and physically exhausted, and the group slept most of the way back to San Francisco. After bandaging Ryland’s shoulder, Harper wanted him to go to the hospital, but he stubbornly refused, insisting he’d been through worse and he just wanted to go home. But Harper worried and called Aubrey, a trauma nurse. After showing her Ryland’s injury over a video call, Aubrey directed them on exactly how to temporarily patch him up and, the moment they returned, she’d check his wound. Then if he had to go to the hospital, he promised to go.

After months of hunting down all the evil assholes associated with The Agency, every target had been eliminated.Finally.Some, of course, by Cross and one by a lion, but no one was complaining. Like Saint had said—it made their job a helluva lot easier.

With Quinn tucked snugly beneath his arm, her thigh carefully cleaned and wrapped, Brax mentally went over all the terminated players: Lester Tillman, Marcus and Selma Santiago, Benedict Salinger, Chadwick Carlisle, Alvaro Mesa, Ivan Zaitsev,Malcolm Grendel, Julien and Camille Mercier and Nathan “Cross” Mills.

All successfully neutralized and no longer a threat.Thank Christ.He was tired of chasing after The Agency and worrying about his team and their growing group of loved ones. Every member of Ex Nihilo had found love, and Brax never wanted to see that threatened.

Hell, even his jaded ass had hope again. And the woman he’d never gotten over was now sleeping against his side. For the first time in five years, Braxton Graves felt content and hopeful.

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“Oh, God,” Quinn gasped, her inner muscles tightening and squeezing around his cock.

Brax hiked her ass up higher, powering into her slick passage, unable to slow his impending orgasm. “Get there, Q,” he growled, rubbing her clit harder.

She threw her red head back and cried his name out.

“That’s my good girl.” He dug his fingers into her hips, pulling her back as he gave one last hard thrust, and came so hard, his entire body shuddered and quaked. They collapsed on Quinn’s bed and Brax pulled her close, nipping her bare shoulder.

“Why is it alwayssogood?” she asked breathlessly.

He knew exactly what she meant. They’d both been with other people before they met, but nothing even came close to the extraordinary connection he and Quinn shared. The intensity of their bond was unlike anything else. Deep, pure and sodamn potent it always left them in a state of ecstasy. It didn’t matter if they went fast or slow, either. Each time was like a kinetic connection of their souls, and the spark they created was incomparable.

It always took a moment for them to come down from the orgasmic high. When he finally did, Brax propped himself on an elbow and grinned.

“I thought we were just supposed to get your things and go back to the warehouse.” He started playing with a fiery strand of her hair. The dark red color with its flecks of gold fascinated him, and it fit her personality so well.

“That was the plan. I can’t help it if you seduced me.”

He threw his head back and laughed, and she rolled onto her back and tugged on one of his unruly curls.

“Me? You’re the one who practically ripped my pants off,” he said. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“What can I say? I’m feeling frisky.”

“Yeah, I found your drawer of goodies. I could barely close the damn thing, it’s so full of stuff.”

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