Page 107 of Sins of a King
Jason didn’t smile. “I’m not here to entertain you, I’m here to ensure your safety.”
“That’s nice. But can’t we be a bit friendly?”
“No.”
I glared at him. “Okay. You want to play that game? How about I tell Flynn that you saw me naked this morning? Think he’ll take kindly to that?”
“It was an accident,” he stated. “I knocked on your bedroom door. You didn’t answer.”
I bit my tongue; it wasn’t worth getting into an argument. Luckily, I wasn’t the type that embarrassed easily.
His phone pinged. Jason unlocked the screen and frowned. “One of the security camera’s feed is out.”
“That’s odd. Do you think it’s something to be concerned about?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No. It was probably a squirrel or another animal chewing on the wires. I’m going to go check it out.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Hey,” he said, his gaze softening. “I’ll be right out front.” He bent over and lifted his pant leg and removed his backup pistol.
“This is a Glock 42. Keep your finger off the trigger unless you’re willing to shoot it. Okay?”
“Okay,” I said faintly.
He handed it to me. “Hold it. Get a feel for it. Good. Now raise it and point it at the wall. Nothing is going to happen. You’re not going to have to use it, Barrett. This is just to make you feel better about the fact that I’m not in the house with you for five minutes.”
He went out front and the door clicked shut. I got up from the table and went upstairs to grab a sweater, taking the weapon with me. Jason still hadn’t returned by the time I came back downstairs. I set the Glock on the kitchen table and went to the fridge. I was rummaging through drawers when an arm wrapped around my waist and another clamped over my mouth. I tried to fight and kick my assailant, but it was no use.
“Stop,” the voice hissed. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
That only made me renew my efforts to struggle, but a palm covered my nose, and I had trouble breathing. Spots danced before my eyes, and my vision went in and out. I sagged against the body holding me.
“If I remove my hand, will you promise not to scream?”
I tried to nod my head. Apparently, it was sufficient because he lifted his hand from my mouth and released the other holding my body. I breathed in a few deep breaths while my assaulter came to stand in front of me. His dark hair was buzzed short in a traditional military style and his brown eyes were clear and calm.
“I don’t have a lot of time,” he said. “Your bodyguard is going to be back soon.”
“How did you—”
He shook his head. “My name is Fred Winters and I’m with the FBI.”
I blinked. Shit. The FBI? My palms grew sweaty and my mouth went dry, but I kept silent. Mostly because I was stunned stupid.
“We need your help bringing in Flynn Campbell.”
Was this about the brothel? The casino?
I shook my head in disbelief. “Why?”
“We have reason to believe that he has ties to the SINS.”
I frowned. “The SINS? What’s that?”
“Sons of Independent Nationalists for Scotland. They’re the Scottish version of the IRA. They want to secede from England, and they’ll do it any way they can,” he said impatiently. “Flynn Campbell is funneling money to aid their cause.”
“I don’t understand—”
