Damian (The Caine Brothers #3) by Margaret Madigan Read Free Book Online Page B

go.”
    “You work for the CIA?”
    His questions turned on a dime. “Yes. I’m an accountant.”
    “You know all the secrets, chiquita?” His voice and smile implied teasing, but she doubted that. How often did he get his hands on a CIA employee? Of course he’d ask questions.
    “No, sir. Only how much my boss spends on candy bars every month.” She threw in a nervous laugh for effect. She wanted to change the subject before he decided to interrogate her to find out what she knew about the agency. “Where am I, exactly?”
    “My home in Colombia.”
    At least now she knew what continent she was on.
    “And you sent a message to my father?”
    She had no idea what her father would do in response to her kidnapping. Would he talk to Ramos? Would he leave her there? He couldn’t very well go to anyone in authority for help. He’d have to tell them he’d been associating illegally with a drug lord. She thought of Damian. She could use a SEAL team about now.
    “Yes, carina. If he wants his daughter back alive, he’ll be in touch.”
    Great. She swallowed hard and opened her eyes wide in mock fear. It wasn’t hard to imitate. She had no weapon and no means of escape, at least not yet. If he wanted to kill her, he could. “Please don’t kill me,” she said.
    His shrug was discouragingly noncommittal. It conveyed how short her life was likely to be.
    “How long did you give him to respond?”
    “Twenty-four hours.”
    The likelihood was that she’d have to get out on her own, but she’d wait long enough to see how her father responded. In the meantime, she’d learn everything she could, and prepare for an escape.
    “He’ll get back to you. He wouldn’t let you kill me.” She added a little waver to her voice.
    He stood and offered his hand. “Are you hungry?”
    She actually was, but it didn’t escape her attention that he ignored her reference to killing her, which to her meant he planned to kill her. “Yes,” she said, but she had one other concern first. “Can I get some shoes?”
    ***
    Damian hauled ass to the war room of the carrier, anchored in the Caribbean near Panama. He and his team had been recalled from leave for an urgent mission. The other teams had been on maneuvers, but still managed to get there faster than collecting his teammates scattered all over the country. He’d spent his flight wishing he’d gone back to say goodbye to Elena. He wanted another taste of her. He wanted to dig his fingers deep into her hair again, feel her lips wrap warm and tight around his cock, wake up with her in his arms.
    Jesus. Get out of my head. He’d never been so whipped by a woman. It was stupid.
    Their team leader, Cory “Compass” West stood outside the room with the rest of the guys.
    “Way to bring up the rear, Beast,” Terrell “Hung” Hull said.
    “Shut up, Dick.”
    “It’s Hung.”
    “I think you gave yourself that name, man,” Wolfe “Big Bad” Jarrett said.
    Terrell smiled and shrugged. “Evidence speaks for itself.”
    “Keep the evidence to yourself. Nobody here needs proof,” Dante “Chill” Winters said.
    West shot them a warning glare. “Cool it. Let’s head in.”
    One at a time they ducked through the hatch into the war room. Lieutenant Decker, the officer in charge, stood at the front of the room chatting with Admiral Preston and a suit.
    “Why’s Preston here?” Tyson “Suede” Monroe asked.
    “Shut your hole and we’ll find out,” Grady “Buck” McCormick said.
    Decker turned to face the room as Damian and his team took their seats. Both Preston and the suit stood stone-faced behind him. “Okay, guys, let’s get started.” He clicked a remote and a map of Central and northern South America filled the screen. “We’ve been assigned a hostage rescue—a high value target. You all know the commander. This is Agent Dorsey. He’s a Case Officer with Langley. Commander? You want to address the men before we go over mission specs?”
    Preston stepped