I’m not handing myself over to just anybody. “Who are you?”
“Check the news and ditch your burner. I’m hanging up now.”
“Wait. For God’s sake, I need help.” My plea goes to dead air and liquid wells in the corners of my eyes, but the daughter of a SEAL never allows tears to fall.
Fuck.Browser open, I scroll and find the local NBC affiliate and hit play.Pending further investigation, six deceased bikers are assumed to be victims of an ongoing drug war, and not a threat to public safety.
How long before they match Dean’s gun to the crime is anyone’s guess. My heart races and I gasp at the next video.
David Brownstone’s body washed up in Henlopen State Park and anyone seeing Sky Young should call the FBI immediately.
No, no, no. I haven’t set eyes on the man for weeks. I can’t be a person of interest. In the mirror, my pale complexion turns green. Added to the dark lines under my eyes and the knots in my hair, I’m ready to compete in the Miss Zombie America contest.
Not wanting Brennan to suspect anything, I splash water on my face, run fingers through my tangles, and walk out the door straight into Charlie.
Legs pinched together, she races past me. “Guard the door please?”
“Sure.” As I lean against the entry, my eyes wander toward the hottie.
When his gaze lifts to mine, electricity zaps across the pavement, my tits go hard, and Franken-nub comes to life. Perhaps, once this is over, we can jump into bed, have a one-night nasty, and be done with it.
A flush later, we hand back the key, and walk to the alpha male, leaning on his Ford with his sexy forearms crossed over his chest.
Before I can tell him about the call, he grabs me by the arm and puts me in the driver’s seat. “Charlie, hop in right next to her, k?”
“What’s wrong?”
As the teen glances between us, both adults lie in unison, “Nothing.”
Gun out, Dean jumps in behind me and sends goosebumps all over my body as he whispers in my ear. “No funny business, or I turn you both in right now. Did you kill the guy the cops found in the bay?”
No doubt, he called his genius hacker sibling while I was in the john, and at this point, is better informed than me. I can’t believe he’s even asking.
“What? Lordy, no. Never. He was my contact, and I haven’t seen nor heard from him in days. Pinkie-swear.”
After all we’ve been through, how dare he accuse me of murder. I raise my little finger, then flip him the bird.
He grabs my wrist. “Is your mission to find a missing nuclear device?”
As I ponder a treason-less answer that won’t land me in jail. Charlie unbuckles her belt, and swivels on her knees. “Actually, there’s three, but they’re not lost. My dad knows where all three are located.”
In my rearview mirror, the man holding a gun on me shakes his head. “Do either of you know who killed the Fed?”
“Nope. No idea.” My head twists at Charlie who plops back down in her seat, pouts, and crosses her arms.
“Brownstone was a complete ass. He wanted Sky to sleep with my dad, but my step-witch caught wind.”
“Who the hell told you this story?” The road requires my attention, otherwise my eyes would roll into my forehead. I do, however, venture a glance at Mount Vesuvius in the back seat whose head is about to explode.
The brilliant kid misses the tense atmosphere in the car and continues to prattle as if talking about the weather. “Want to hear something else? My father was supposed to sell the nukes to a middleman who assured him the buyer was overseas. When he learned the broker was working for the ORA, he stopped the deal. Wanna know more?”
Dean sighs, “Not sure I do kid, but go ahead.”
Chapter 9
Dean
How an arms dealer could sire a child lacking verbal filters blows my mind. The Fates show no favorites, that’s for damn sure. Holstering my weapon, I try to think, but Sky makes it hard, so to speak. My cock has his own agenda which has nothing to do with saving the world from a nuclear disaster.
