One, sets briefcase on the floor.
Two, opens his laptop.
Three, opens an email.
Four, picks up phone and dials PA for morning coffee.
Five, turns chair slightly.
Six, picks up a pen and spreads legs wide.
Seven, PA enters with coffee and sets it on the table.
Eight, one hand on his cock, he drops the pen between spread legs.
Nine, gestures for PA to bend down and pick up the pen.
Ten, leans forward and grabs her ass.
I pulled the trigger. The rifle jolted against my shoulder, the fucker disappeared in a blur of recoil, my perfect picture shattering as his body jerked and fell forward. I drew back slightly. No second shot was needed. I cocked my head watching his PA scream and run from the room.
Five minutes later, I slid behind the wheel of my rental, having parked my car at the airport, and my mobile, one of three, vibrated in the center console. “Yeah.”
“You owe me a fucking bottle of that expensive shit you drink,” Katarina Petrov’s purr glided through the speaker. “It seems like you’re not so hard to get hold of, are you, Gabriel?”
I smirked, starting the engine. “Maybe I wanted you to find me?”
“Yeah, right,” she scoffed. Katarina was the first agent I’d taken under my wing at the TRA academy and trained. While she hadn’t reached my status yet, she had it in her to do so. “Three years, asshole and not even a Christmas card.”
Grinning, I maneuvered the car toward the airport, the drone of helicopters and police sirens filling the block I left behind.
“Is that a party or did I catch you on the job? Who was the mark?”
“You know I don’t kill and tell, Kat.”
“No. You have fucking trust issues,” she snapped then sighed, knowing she wouldn’t get a rise out of me. “Sam wants you to come in.” She referred to my old CO slash handler slash adopted father.
“I no longer work for the TRA,” I replied, keeping the anger out of my voice.
Another three cop cars zipped past followed by three black SUVs. Guess, they were calling in the big boys. That’s what happens when the president of one of the biggest investment companies in the world keels over and dies. Either he groped the wrong woman’s ass or he pissed off some fucker on his team. I didn’t ask for details. If you paid, I cleaned up your mess or I got rid of someone you considered a mess.
“You know you mean the world to Declan, right? He’s matured and while he might not say it out loud, he misses you, Gabe.” Kat tried a different angle. “Why don’t you visit, spend some time with Dec and hear Sam out? Just for old times.”
I chuckled. “You’re using Declan to hoodwink me, Kat, not very strategic. I taught you better.”
“He’s your damn brother,” she scolded.
“Fine,” I relented, figuring it would be good to catch up with Declan and Kat. “I’ll change my travel plans.” I cut the call and raked a hand through my hair, wondering why Sam would want to see me now.
While working for the TRA, we had one simple rule, we all adhered to. No harm to children, no matter the mark. Easton Daniels, another trainee under me, fucked us over when he accepted a job to take out a bus load of kids belonging to cartel men. I was on that bridge in Colombia with Easton setting the charges to the bombs that would take out the bus I assumed were carrying criminals. By the time I caught sight of the passengers, it had been too late. Forty-five kids died that afternoon. On my fucking watch.
As for Easton, he flew the coop, knowing I was after him, something I still planned on doing when I got my hands on the fucker. It was only a matter of time and revenge was a bitch.
