This Trinity is new. I’ve seen the psych major, the attempted seductress, the scared girl.
This version is someone else entirely.
This Trinity is still aiming the gun at my chest.
I shift my body, my aching muscles tensing. “What’s going on here?”
“So glad you asked.” I hate how Trinity smiles, mirthless and unimpressed. “You’re seriously injured and obviously still high on pain meds, so I’ll try to use small words. You’ve got a jacked-up leg and lost a lot of blood. You’re trapped in that bed for at least a few more hours. So you’re in no position to hold me captive.”
Her explanation slices through my medication-clouded brain like a sword. “Okay. And?” I wait for the other shoe to drop.
She tilts her head to one side. “I called Finn and told him where I am and what’s happened.”
My chest seizes, and my brain struggles through the drug-induced fog.
Shit, shit, shit.
How long have I been out? Are the Irish Kings already on their way? Is Kellin? If Finn gets his hands on me, he’ll rip me from limb to limb.
“He knows everything.” Trinity sounds oddly flat. “But that’s not the worst of your problems.”
“No?” I can’t wait to hear the rest.
She reclines farther back in her seat. “Ihold all the cards now. Understand?” She motions to the door with my gun. “I can walk out of this hospital room and leave you here to watch my ass as I go. Or let the Russians find you so they can finish the job. Either way, your mission to hand me over to Declan is done.”
I clench both my fists in the sheet, rage piercing through the haze in my mind.
After all the hell I’ve caught the past few days, I’m about to lose everything because I took some damage in a fight?
In a fight Iwon,no less?
That’s like acing a test and forgetting to write your name at the top.No credit. Sorry about your bad luck.
Hell, Declan doesn’t even give me any kudos when I execute orders perfectly. He’ll go postal over a half-cocked fuck-up like this. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t blow my brains out on sight.
“Based on everything you’ve told me, if this mission fails, it’s bye-bye, Brody.” Trinity utters my thoughts aloud. “In otherwords, if I leave you empty-handed right now, you’re as good as dead. Do I have that right?”
Muscles pulse in my jaw. Her condescension tantalizes me in ways I can’t act on. Not all laid up like this. If I weren’t in this hospital bed, I’d twist my fingers in her hair, yank her down to her knees, and ram my cock between those luscious, irritating lips?—
I jerk myself free of the fantasy. “Get to the point. What do you want?”
“It’s not about what I want. It’s about whatyouwant. If you hope to survive this clusterfuck, you’d better start talking.”
Despite my precarious situation, her command shoots straight to my dick. “About what?”
“How about Declan?” Trinity’s eyebrows rise. “Why did he order you to kidnap me?”
When I scoff, she cocks the gun, unamused.
I huff. “Did you really think Declan was going to take your brother’s disrespect lying down?”
“Right. Installing Kellin at the Cypress. How horrible.” She rolls her eyes. “Why did you accept the assignment?”
My mouth drops open. I expected her to pump me for Declan-specific information, so why’sthather next inquiry? “What do you mean, why?”
“You heard me.”
“I don’t question the orders I’m given.”
