“I will not be benched,” Ryan began.
Shock flashed on Ryan’s face as he took in the scene before him. Then, in a heartbeat’s time, he was reaching beneath his coat and grabbing for a gun that she knew had to be there.
Dom wrenched his weapon away from her head and aimed it at the new threat.
Jezebel grabbed one of the computer screens that had been set up on their table. She slammed that screen into Dom’s head as hard as she could.
Dom didn’t get off a shot. The traitor lost his grip on the gun. It skittered across the room even as he slammed toward the carpeted floor. Groaning, Dom shoved his hands against the carpet and started to lever himself up.
Only for his eyes to lock on the gun that Ryan had pointed dead-center at him.
“This is why you aren’t cut out for field work,” Jezebel crisply informed him. She dropped the screen. Deliberately let it slam into Dom’s back. “You are such a disappointment.”
“Jez…” Ryan’s voice held worry. “Tell me what’s happening.”
“Dom here sold us out. I think Kurt already has a crew in the building, and I think they are making a move against Nash and Delaney right now.” A fast exhale. “I’ll contact all of our on-site agents. They’re wearing earpieces, and I’ll get everyone to swarm?—”
Dom’s laughter drowned out her words.
Ryan crouched before him. Put his gun to Dom’s forehead. That move stopped Dom’s laughter. “What did you do?” Ryan asked with zero emotion in his voice.
Ryan was an agent who happened to be made for field work.
“I cut the comms. No one will be communicating through those links.” A smug response from Dom. “She can’t reach any of the agents here. They can’t reach her. Nash is alone in the dark. That’s how he’s going to stay. That’s how he’s going to die.”
The hell he was. Jezebel grabbed her phone and sent out frantic texts. So the comms didn’t work. Freaking normal texts did.
“He’s not alone,” Ryan responded in a voice layered with ice. “Delaney is with him.”
“Then he’ll die in front of her.” Still so smug.
“If my brother dies…”
From the corner of her eye, Jezebel saw Ryan’s finger tighten around the trigger.
“Then you die, Dom. Only your death will be a thousand times more painful. So you had better start talking. Now. Who is here? What’s the plan?”
Dom opened his mouth and laughed again.
Ryan shoved the muzzle of his gun into Dom’s open mouth. “I’m sorry.” Not a real apology at all from Ryan. “Did I stutter?”
“Ryan.” She rushed at him.
“I don’t think I stuttered. And I don’t think you fully understand the situation. Your brains will be all over the computer screens in this hotel room if you don’t talk.”
Tears leaked from Dom’s eyes. Someone wasn’t smug any longer.
“He can’t talk with the gun in his mouth,” Jezebel pointed out.
“Right.” Ryan eased the gun out of Dom’s mouth, but he kept it pointed straight at Dom’s face. “I love my brother. I will do anything for him. Including torturing you until you beg for mercy.” A tense beat. “You are now properly motivated to talk, aren’t you?”
Yes, he was. Dom started talking. Every secret he had spilled from his lips.
That was the thing about Ryan. People didn’t understand quite how deadly he was, not until it was too late.
He’d dropped the gun that he’d taken from the annoying guard, Tobias. But that certainly had not been Nash’s only weapon. As if he’d work an undercover mission with no weapon. So even as the elevator doors began to crack open, Nash bent and grabbed for the gun that he’d strapped to his ankle before leaving the honeymoon suite.
The doors opened a bit more, slowly. “You folks all right?” A warm voice called out. “I think something is wrong with this elevator shaft. I got a call in to maintenance right now.”
