She was scared. No denying that either.
But if there was one thing she did know. One thing she believed with all her heart. Chase would never hurt her. Not on purpose. If he left, he’d come back. If she left, he’d come after her.
No point in fighting it. His words. Not hers.
Well, too fucking bad. She liked a good fight.
He was willing to take her to Mallorca on one condition. Fine. She had a condition of her own. Right now, neither mattered.
Fingers leaving her on the cusp of an earth-shattering orgasm, he withdrew his hand, and weight solid on top of her, he rolled her face down on the mattress. His knees spreading hers wide, he took her from behind with a quick thrust of his large cock.
Oh God.His balls slapped against her sensitive clit. She saw stars. And caged beneath him, there was nowhere she’d rather be. He filled her. Fucked her. Possessed her. Owned her.
Every tiny piece.
Even the broken ones.
CHAPTEREIGHT
Back in Montana,Adam had his eyes trained on the lingering darkness outside the colonel’s bedroom window. At the cusp of dawn, he saw nothing beyond the peaks of the trees in the distance. No threat to neutralize. No invading enemy to beat back.
Zander had done well in finding and securing the JTT’s temporary headquarters. When he wasn’t blowing shit to bits with excessive amounts of C-4, the man displayed some serious talent in procuring assets under the radar.
In the middle of a meadow, surrounded in every direction by a thousand acres of forest, the hunting lodge was nearly impossible to find. For now, they were safe. How long it would last, nobody knew.
Refocusing, he caught his reflection in the glass and an imposing stranger stared back at him. Unyielding. If he had to describe the man in the proverbial mirror in one word, unyielding would be his choice.
Even with his hands in his pockets and the sleeves of his shirt rolled twice, he looked like what he was, a cold, calculating bastard who suffered no remorse at having executed a man hours earlier. Head up, back straight, shoulders down, ever-present forties tucked under his arms within easy reach.
Unyielding.
His parents should be proud. They had created him after all. And not just in the egg meet the winning sperm sense. It was his mother and the colonel who had set him on this course. Sure, right up until the shit hit the fan, with his father gunned down in the street, Adam had been five-by-five with his lot in life.
Now?
Unable to shake the restlessness consuming him, maybe it was time to call it quits? At thirty-three, he’d already spent the better part of his life in service to his country, and out of necessity, he was alone because of it. Ghosts didn’t have families. No wife. No children. No pets. No front porch swing or white picket fence.
With the colonel’s death, the only family he had left was Gray, and despite taking out her best friend’s murderer, she wasn’t likely to forgive and forget anytime soon. She had her reasons. All of them valid.
He’d abandoned her. The first time when he left home at seventeen to attend West Point Military Academy. The second when he faked his death to join his father’s special operations unit.
At the time, Gray hadn’t known about him being deep undercover, but her mom had. Kate Emerson had died knowing he was alive, knowing he would do what needed doing to protect her daughter. It had given her some comfort, the only thing he could do for his stepmother in the end.
The only thing left for him to do now.
In retribution for his son’s death, Jonas Johnson wanted Gray to suffer and die.
Adam would be six feet under before he let that happen.
He was going after Johnson, and despite his father’s last wishes, he intended to do it alone. The colonel’s men would be pissed, with Chase at the top of the list. Adam didn’t even want to contemplate the heights to which his sister’s rage would reach.
To set his plans in motion, he needed the two of them out of the way.
Chase’s pitch for a quick trip to Mallorca had come at the right time. Gray still needed to heal from her losses and hanging from a rock face sixty feet above the Mediterranean Sea would bring her some peace. Peace she deserved. Peace she could find with Chase by her side. Peace Adam would make damn well sure she got.
Johnson had created the JTT to secure his seat in the Oval Office using the threat of domestic terrorism against the American citizens he’d sworn to protect. Reason enough to string the secretary up by his balls.
By attempting to exact revenge on Gray in a two for one package deal, Johnson had signed his own death warrant, with Adam more than willing to be the executioner. Unfortunately, they still had no clue who was bankrolling him, or how much information they had on the JTT.
