Page 11 of Meaner Than Evil

I drop down to kneel next to the bed and lean onto it, resting my mass on my elbows, watching her breathe, knowing I'm the luckiest motherfucker alive. This woman married me, and she's carrying my baby.

I stroke her face with the back of my hand. "Hey, beautiful. It's time to get up. Time to get ready for work."

Her deep blue eyes peek at me through her long dark lashes. Then a slow, sexy, satisfied smile spreads across her perfect white teeth. "Umm, do we have time to fuck?"

I laugh. The girl is insatiable. "I might be convinced to knock a quickie out."

She grins as she rolls onto her back, spreads her long legs for me, and says, "Come hammer me home."

I jerk awake.

Logan…. You better be whole when I get to you or I will kill every motherfucker I see until someone stops me.

I take a deep breath and shake off the dream. Knowing in my gut what they intend to do with her, I formulate a plan of action to run by the team if I'm right.

The jet begins to descend.

Pete begins to raise the shutters, and the setting sun's rays light the cabin of the luxury jet. He says as he walks back up to his station. "I'll bring your desserts now.”

Six

Hammer

As soon as the jet lands, I'm standing at the hatch waiting for Pete to unlock it. Just before he pulls it open, he wishes me luck with whatever emergency I have.

"I don't need luck, but thanks."

I push past him out the door, rush down the stairs, skipping three at a time, and run across the tarmac to the FBI agent waiting for me. As I pass him, I tell him, "Come on. Let's go. You can brief me in the car."

He catches up, and I let him lead the way to the vehicle. As soon as I close my door, I asked him for an update. "What does the FBI know so far?"

"We located her car in a private parking garage. There were no fingerprints other than Logan's. There was blood in the back seat and blood on the ground. We are testing the DNA now. That's all we have. Our office was told to stand down that a special task force was taking over. Pissed us off. We all know Logan and respect her."

I don't take the bait. I dial Foxtrot. She answers immediately. "Hammer, Dark Thirty identified her leaving on the back of a motorcycle. She was dressed in gray sweats. Her hands were cuffed around the driver, and her helmet was probably Velcro-ed to his leather jacket. Her legs were secured against the bike. He believes she was unconscious, not dead, based on the way her body moved. He lost them, though, but he is running facial recognition. He will find her."

"Copy that. Is Ambassador in the air?"

"Yes. She lands in an hour and will post in the FBI office."

I turn to … "I missed your name."

"Special Agent Rod Wilkerson."

"Hammer." I reach over and shake his hand. "What are your instructions?"

"To take you to the Tisdale's house. We have a command station set up there and a team watching Logan's apartment, in case there is a ransom demand."

"There won't be. Morales didn't take her to negotiate with you. He took her to get rid of her."

"How do you know it was Morales?"

I lift my eyebrow at him, then he asks, "Then why not just kill her? Why kidnap her?"

"A woman like Logan will bring top dollar on the black market, and his greed will be how we catch him."

He nods and pulls onto the freeway. Nina sends a text with an attachment.

Dark Thirty hacked

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