Save Your Soul (Body & Soul #2) by Rochelle Paige Read Free Book Online Page B

at the shooting range with me,” Sera added. “Practice makes perfect.”
    “I don’t know about that,” Whit drawled, looking at Hadley. “When’s the last time you were at a range?”
    “Seven months ago.”
    Those three little words held so much nostalgia. I needed to ask her about it later when we were alone.
    “See!” Whit crowed. “She was damn near perfect without a hint of practice in almost forever. I was at the range last week and couldn’t have made the same shot she did. My point has been made, practice doesn’t always make perfect. Natural ability factors in and Boss’s girl was born to hold a gun.”
    “Enough,” I barked out, feeling Hadley’s muscles tense. Whit, Devon, Sera and I had each killed during our time in the military. Some of us more than others, something Whit took for granted since the body count from his explosives was damn high. But Hadley was a civilian, an innocent twenty-two-year-old woman. Based on her trembling, I was certain her only previous experience with guns had been firing at paper targets. She’d proven herself to be incredibly strong with how well she’d held up over the last day and a half, but killing a man was another thing entirely. After her kidnapping, her time spent with her captors and her escape, this very well could be the straw that broke the camel’s back for her.
    “Don’t be a dipshit,” Sera hissed, gesturing at Hadley.
    She tugged on Whit’s arm to move them to the side of the aircraft opposite of us, giving Hadley and me a small degree of privacy. I yanked our comms units out of our ears and gripped them in a fist, settling us on our side until my back was against the wall of the chopper and Hadley was seated on my lap facing me. I lowered my head, my mouth settling above her ear to ensure she could hear me over the noise from the chopper’s motor.
    “It was him or me, precious, and I for one am damn grateful you took the shot that saved my life.”
    She pulled back, staring at me with tears filling her pretty green eyes before she leaned up to answer me. “Me, too. I think that’s the hardest part, knowing I don’t regret taking a life. Not even a little bit. I know if I hadn’t done it then you’d be dead, and that’s something I couldn’t live with.”
    When she was done speaking, her head dropped onto my shoulder and sobs shook her body. I held her close, running my hands down her back trying to soothe her as she cried for the rest of the long flight to the airstrip where a private plane waited for us. The chopper had been borrowed from the army base in Honduras, thanks to the General. Once we made contact with him, someone would be sent to pick it up from the airstrip since it was a short drive from the base.
    The plane belonged to my best friend. I’d helped to save Morgan’s woman a while back and he was happy to return the favor when I’d called him to see if he could help with our transportation on this mission. I hadn’t wanted to trigger any red flags with our arrival, and he’d arranged for the flight into Honduras under the guise of business purposes, listing Devon as the pilot, Whit as the co-pilot and Sera and me as the only passengers—only we hadn’t flown in under our own names and had used Morgan and his wife’s credentials. It was risky, but the General had pulled some strings with his military contacts to make it work.
    He’d also arranged for a military log to show Sera as flying into the base yesterday. The plan was for her to fly back with us on her own passport while Hadley and I entered the United States as Morgan and Angelica, who would meet us at the private airport when we had our “emergency landing” and exchange places with us before the plane was “repaired” and continued on to the final destination where Customs would board the plane. The plan was risky because I wasn’t sure if the fake passports I’d had made for Hadley and I would hold up if we weren’t able to make the switch,