Tags:
Fiction,
General,
Suspense,
Erótica,
Romance,
Contemporary,
BDSM,
CIA,
Erotic Romance,
Lexi Blake,
Masters & Mercenaries,
McKay-Taggart,
Dom/sub
on either side and plenty of room for equipment. It
reminded Jesse of a military vehicle. Tag was as well prepared as any unit
Jesse had ever served in, but he supposed one could take the Green Beret out of
the Army but you couldn’t take the Army out of the Green Beret.
The side of the van was decorated with a magnetic sign that they could easily exchange before an op. For this
particular mission, they’d chosen the sign that read
Clean Freaks Laundry
Services
. Yep, they’d let Tag design the signs. There was also a
Master
Painting Crew
sign,
Dig It Deep Plumbers
,
Little Bro Catering
,
and
Adam’s Dog Grooming Services
. But it looked like they were in the
laundry business today.
Where was Phoebe? There was a knot in his gut that wouldn’t
go away. Simon had knocked his comm unit to the concrete when he’d tackled him
and it wasn’t working now. He couldn’t hear anything. He could only watch Simon
wince when someone screamed in his ear. It was the only indication he had that
anything was happening at all.
“Damn it.” Simon touched his earpiece. “Yes, I’m ready.” He
turned to Jesse. “I’m going to start the engine. You be ready to shut the doors
and hop in. We’re leaving ASAP.”
Shit. There was only one real reason for that. Moving too
fast could bring unwanted attention. “Who called the cops?”
Simon moved to the driver’s side door. “Apparently your girl
has everyone in the hotel thinking she and Jake are having a domestic dispute.
Several of the guests have called the police and security is looking for them,
but the security cameras are all down so they’re having to do a floor by floor
search.”
“Do they have the package?” He couldn’t believe he was
calling Phoebe “the package,” but he’d been emotional enough today. Now it was
time to go cold.
She’d betrayed them all. He had to view her as the enemy.
That was good. Enemy combatant. That’s what she was and nothing more. She was
just one more bad guy in a long line of them.
“Yes. They’ll be here any second. Be ready.” Simon slipped
into the driver’s seat and Jesse heard the engine come on. All around him
people bustled, going about their lives and jobs. Dallas was a busy city and
this was one of the busiest streets for pedestrian traffic, yet almost no one
looked up at him. Even the valet stood at his station, staring down at his
phone. The van was a defense in and of itself. It was nondescript and looked
like a service vehicle, so no one tended to notice.
Rather like him. He was a grunt and no one noticed him
except Phoebe.
Oh, he could find a woman for the evening. That wasn’t a
problem. There were plenty of pretty subs at Sanctum who would have sex with
him, but he thought Phoebe had really seen him.
The doors to the hotel lobby opened and Big Tag strode out
with Jake Dean at his side. Jake had his head down, his eyes covered in a pair
of mirrored aviators and his right arm cradled against his chest. They walked
past the valet, who looked up briefly and then got back to checking his e-mail
or texting his girlfriend or whatever the hell he was doing.
“Your girl seriously fucked up my arm and I’m pissed. This
is my fucking dominant hand,” Jake complained under his breath.
Tag chuckled. “He’s gotten soft in his old age.”
“I still got this one, Tag.” He used his left hand to shoot
Tag the finger before climbing into the passenger seat.
“Where is she?” The question was out of his mouth before he
could stop it.
“Adam and Alex are bringing her out,” Tag said quietly as he
looked up at the buildings around them. “Why don’t you get into the van?”
He didn’t want to get in the van. He wanted answers. “Who is
she working for?”
“I don’t know. I do know that if you don’t get in the
fucking van, you won’t be working for me. There they are. Move it. She said
there could be a secondary,” Tag growled.
The service doors opened and Adam walked out followed by
Alex, who