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“I’m taking it his team is either dead or on their way back?”
“Dawg’s dead.” I told him. “The other two are being taken care of as we speak. But he still has people working for him. They came to the house before, forced us to run. Apparently, he hired locals, so all the demons don’t look like us.”
“I got this.” Lizard replied.
With the conversation over, I dropped the phone on the seat between my legs, checked to ensure Black Widow was on my tail, then switched lanes to go around a slow-moving bus.
It was hard to think on the run around my anger. Striker was supposed to be one of the people who protected me, who took care of American citizens both abroad and on home soil. Instead, his greed and whatever else had caused him to betray the very people he promised to serve and protect.
To make matters worse, he pulled innocent civilians into his mess, and came after me and—
I glanced over at Jesse and my heart did a strange, happy flip.
—and after Jesse.
I was determined to be his karma. Even if the legal avenues refused to do anything about him, I was going to make sure he didn’t get away with what he’d done.
I was going to hold his ass the fire and watch the son of a bitch burn.
Chapter 10
Jesse
Through one of Black Widow’s connection, we found a place to lay low. Though I was exhausted, I couldn’t relax just yet. The moment we settled in, Frost was already working away. Black Widow disappeared on her cycle to find us food and I took Frost’s hands to stop her for a second.
Leading her away from the laptop and papers, I took her into one of the bedrooms and eased her gently into a wall.
“You’re tired.” I told her, framing her face. “You’re angry. Take a moment.”
“I can’t.” Her voice cracked as she pressed her forehead to my lips. “I can’t take a break. Striker will realize something is wrong when his men don’t check in. That put Paul in more danger if he—”
“Isn’t already dead.” I finished for her. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it—I know what the possibilities are.”
Frost sighed. “I was trying not to be so abysmal. We don’t even know where he is.”
“You do.” I told her. “You know Striker better than everyone in this. You’ve worked on his team, right?”
“Right. But I was left with a bullet to the chest.” She snuggled into my arms. “I didn’t see that coming. I didn’t know he was capable of that.”
I lifted her chin to stare into her beautiful eyes. They were troubled and angry, and I didn’t like seeing her that way. I exhaled and offered her a small smile.
“I know you aren’t mine. But I want you to smile.” Ashamed of my confession, I bowed my head to kiss her gently. “Mozart once told me a soldier needed space to breathe when he’s on a mission. This is that space, Abigail. For the next five minutes, I need you to look at me, focus on me—exhale.”
“But Paul…”
“He’s all right.” I told her. “I chose to believe that he’s waiting for us. Five minutes will give you a second to calm down, to clear your mind and to focus. Because you know where Paul is. You just need a moment.”
She exhaled loudly, wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled in closer. I returned her embrace, dragging one hand upward to the back of her neck and merely held onto her. In that moment, I wanted her to take what she wanted, what she needed from me. I needed her to breathe and go back to the calm bad-ass I met that day in the rain.
She eventually lifted her head and looked up into my eyes. When she smiled, my world erupted into a sun-filled perfection I never thought possible.
Frost kissed me—gently at first and before I knew what was happening, I had a hand down the front of her slacks, sliding a finger over her clit and listening to her gasp against my ear.
I promised to give her whatever she needed.
This felt like something she needed.
Sucking on her neck, I eased my hand downward and slid my middle finger into her. Frost rolled here hips backward and forward, taking my finger as deeply as she wanted. I growled as her teeth sank into my earlobe.
