top secret.” He pauses, meeting the eyes of every member of my team, letting the information permeate.
His nostrils flare as he rolls his neck from left to right before finally continuing. “The man I’ve been gathering intel on and tracking for the last few months goes by several different aliases. He’s a slippery son of a bitch, or at least, he thinks he is. His real name is Yejoon Sung-Hyun. However, I do believe the most recent alias he’s going by is Cho Sang-Hyun.”
“Son of a bitch,” I grumble.
Inhaling deeply, I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, trying to get control of myself. That name was the last fucking thing I expected to hear. This can’t be happening. The room feels as if it’s spinning even though my eyes are shut. The one damn contact, the one goddamned contact we’d been scoping out, scoping out for weeks, may have something to do with my Goddess’s disappearance.
Drums beat furiously in my ears, pounding away behind my eyelids. Each breath I take is like breathing through sandpaper. Muscles in my legs begin to twitch, shaking and working their way through my extremities. Opening my eyes, I glance around the room, meeting my brothers’ furious gazes. A red haze fixes itself in place, firmly etching its way into my psyche. My mind and body thirst for vengeance, for blood, if he’s taken her. If one hair on her gorgeous head has been harmed . . . I will fucking kill him.
The Colonel coughs, clearing his throat. Snapping my head in his direction, I see the fury etched in the lines of his face, the rage simmering just below my skin reflecting in his very eyes. I’ve known Kylee for a short period of time, and she’s managed to burrow her way into my heart. If this enormous pain I’m feeling is after that short amount of time . . . I can’t imagine what in the hell it would feel like to lose a child. Especially knowing the terrible pain and tragedy she’s had to endure throughout her life. Fuck, I’ve got to find her. Inhaling deeply through my nose, I wait, albeit impatiently, for him to continue.
Nodding, he says, “That name doesn’t come as a surprise to you. Somehow, I had a feeling it wouldn’t when I found out Delta was here working a classified mission.”
Unable to curb my restlessness any longer, my jaw slackens, letting loose a barrage of questions. “Sir, how good is your intel?”
“It’s solid. I have a reliable inside source that’s feeding me information.”
Narrowing my eyes, I ask through gritted teeth, “Sir . . . how trustworthy is this source?”
The Colonel’s response is immediate and brokers no room for argument. “Incredibly. I’d trust this source with my life.”
Picking up on my line of questioning, my team begins to chime in. Sam is first to ask the question that’s been plaguing all of us. “Sir, what makes you think he has her?”
His jaw works before he replies, “I’ve been receiving intel on Sung-Hyun for months. His patterns were the same until a month ago. He became shifty, and all intel pointed to the fact that he knew he was being watched. Then my name came up several times in some of the conversations that we intercepted. Do I know for sure he has her, no, but if he knows about me . . . then he knows about her. It wouldn’t be hard to find out she was here teaching, and honestly, what better way to target your enemy than by taking something that will make them weak.”
Cold fingers wrap around my heart, slowing it to a sluggish beat. Time suspends as thoughts whiz through my overactive mind. What if my job endangers her? Can I take the risk? Would I survive if something happened to her? The answer is quick to come to me. No, I wouldn’t survive if something happened to her.
Brighton catches my gaze, holding it as he asks, “Sir, what does he stand to gain by targeting you?” Mentally, I toss the thought away. I can’t worry about this right now. Right now my priority has to be getting her back. Her father’s
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