“Vanish…” Delaney pulled in a deep breath. “And just go kill someone else, somewhere else.”
Jezebel let her go. “It’s what he does.”
“Unless I go back to him and gather evidence.” The original option from Jezebel. Plan A.
A growl rumbled from Nash. “You’re not doing that.” Nash was adamant. “You go back to him, and you’ll have no protection. He’ll kill you.”
“But…but Jezebel said?—”
“Fine.” Nash’s eyes were filled with fury. “Maybe he won’t kill you right away. Maybe you’ll somehow manage—as a complete civilian with no training—to send us some intel that we can use against him. Then he’ll figure out what’s happening, and he’ll make you vanish. Could be that he just kidnaps you. Could be that he takes you out of the country and there is no one that you can text for help. Because you’ve disappeared and even the CIA can’t find you ever again. I can’t find you ever again.”
Yes, he made Plan A seem chilling. “Then I think I’ll take what’s behind door number two, please.”
“What?”
She rolled back her shoulders. “Plan B.” Her gaze did not waver from his. “Nash, will you marry me?”
Chapter Eight
“Where is my wife?” Rage twisted and heaved inside of Kurt Wellington. He should have been on his honeymoon by this point. He should have—finally—been fucking Delaney.
He’d played the patient boyfriend. He’d wined her. He’d dined her. He’d been the perfect gentleman.
Well, okay, fine, he’d been perfect until the end. But was it his fault that she’d walked into that gun scene? Not like the woman should have been there. He’d specifically told her that he would meet her later. How the hell could he have known that she wanted to surprise him? But she’d appeared, holding his favorite bottle of whiskey just when he’d been in the act of executing an asshole who’d thought Kurt would not find out about his betrayal.
She’d dropped the bottle. It had shattered. He’d whirled and almost shot her, but he’d stopped himself even as she’d rushed forward and tried to save the idiot who’d earned himself a ticket straight to hell.
Delaney had known nothing about the man she fought to save. Typical Delaney. Soft heart. Foolish choices.
She should have been married to me by now.
And, fine, he could see where he’d maybe overstepped by tying her up and locking her in the closet. But he’d just been trying to keep her in line. That was the same reason he’d used the knife in the church. Not like he’d stabbed too deeply. He’d barely broken the skin.
She left me.
It was driving him crazy. He wanted his gorgeous bride back.
Her and her fortune.
Delaney…something about her had challenged him from the beginning. He’d felt like she was holding part of herself back, and he’d been determined to break through every defense that she had. In his life, he’d always gotten everything that he wanted. Nothing was unattainable. But Delaney…a piece of her had just seemed to be right out of his reach.
Now he knew why.
Who was the bastard in the church, my love?
The man she’d run to. The man who’d fought for her. Tricky, tricky Delaney.
The man who will soon be dead.
The clerk from the motel had fled. But Kurt’s men had tracked him down. The little shit was currently in the chair in front of him, arms tied behind his back. Blood dripping down his chin. Fear oozing from him.
If Delaney had been there, she’d probably be throwing her body in front of the kid, even though he’d sold her out. Probably trying to say that Kurt shouldn’t torture him.
Kurt waved his hand, indicating that his man should punch the clerk again. Immediately, a powerful fist slammed into the jerk’s jaw. His head whipped to the right.
But Delaney isn’t here to beg me to stop. And I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back. An obsession was growing inside of him.
Hurt pride? Maybe. Because no one took what was his.
