“You have the intel I asked you for?” Koen barks.
“Not yet, brother. Working my fingers to the bone to get it.”
“The tracker still up?”
“Yeah.”
“Got a location on Helms?”
“Our boy hasn’t moved from the office all day.”
“Someone’s at Greer’s house. Full tactical. Clean job. They were in and out, with minimal damage in three minutes.”
“Shit, man. You move her?”
“She’s with me.”
My mind is racing. Who is this man who knows me by name?
Koen told me he had an associate who would always keep me safe if something happened to him. Why hadn’t I paid attention?
Tears fall down my cheeks like warm rain as I stow my hands in my robe to stop their shaking.
“What’s our play?” the man asks.
“I’m thinking.”
“If Helms knows you’re onto him, he’s going to come for you. You know that. It’s not like he doesn’t know where you are.”
“He won’t come here. He knows better.”
“But you have to surface. When you do, he’ll find you. When he finds you…”
Koen turns, locking his dark, haunted eyes on me. “He’ll take Greer.”
“Exactly.”
Koen blows out a long exhale, leaning back in his chair. His long legs twitch, his boots shoving across the floor as he crosses one ankle over the other. “What the fuck. I should’ve just killed Lasko.”
Shock simmers in my chest. He’s never spoken so openly with me in the room.
“Lasko?! The FBI agent?” I whisper, hoping whoever’s on the phone won’t hear me. “You can’t kill an FBI agent!” I whisper-yell.
Koen grins as the man on the other line laughs. “He can if he’s higher up the food chain, baby.”
I take a step backward. “What does that mean?”
Who the fuck is higher than the FBI?
CIA? Government Ops?
The idea that he could be either has me swallowing over a growing lump of fear that I’m in way over my head with this man.
Still, I watch with rapt attention as his tattooed hand grips the chair arm, folding over it, causing his veins to pop as I bite the inside of my cheek and remember what it feels like to be Koen Grady’s property—to be his fuck toy.
“Poison? You doing alright over there?”
The man on the phone huffs a laugh. “I’ll get back to you when I have something more.”
