“Told you.”
Fury still burned within Gabe as he looked toward the man sitting at Kole’s small table.
With both legs zip-tied to one of the chair’s wooden legs, Deep Cover Special Agent Adrian Walker—or at least that’s what he was calling himself—was surprisingly quiet as he held the bloody towel to his wound.
After a thorough pat-down—because yeah, Gabe didn’t trust the asshole any further than he could throw him—he’d secured Walker to the chair and called in his team. Now they were all waiting for Ryker to fill Bravo Team in on whatever the fuck was going on.
Gabe glanced around the packed room. “Gang’s all here, Ryker. Just like you requested.”
“Thanks for coming out on such short notice.” Ryker eyed the other men in the room. “Makes things a hell of a lot easier if I only have to explain this shit once.”
“You’ve got about two seconds to explain why that motherfucker is still breathing,” Nate pointed over to Walker. “Any longer than that, I start shooting.”
And Gabe was more than ready to let him after Gracie, Nate’s wife, nearly drowned when Walker delivered her to the cocksucker who wanted her dead.
“Stand in line.” Zade spoke up from where he stood at the end of the couch. “I still owe him for shooting me in that fucking car and leaving me for dead.”
“Don’t worry, King.” Walker tipped his chin to Zade. “Doc Dawson already took care of your revenge.”
“He’s kinda right.” Kole gave Zade a smirk. “Wrong shoulder, but still…”
Matt growled beneath his breath. “Yeah, well I’d be happy to put a hole in the other one for him.” He shot Walker a glare. “Kat damn near died in that goddamn lab all because the man you were working with wanted her formula.”
Gabe clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together. When he thought of the pain and suffering Adrian Walker had caused his team. Hiswife.
And now poor Jenna.
Ellena had used Gabe’s phone to try to call her, but it went straight to voicemail. When the hospital confirmed she didn’t show for her shift today, they knew Walker had been telling the truth.
The bastard had taken Jenna. Had her stashed away someplace. They just didn’t know why.
“Get to it, Ryker. Jenna’s waiting.”
“Yes, Jason.” Walker spoke up again. “My little fireball is waiting.”
“Say another word, Adrian,” Gabe warned. “I dare you.”
“You heard Ryker.” The asshole actually looked smug. “I’m untouchable.”
“I’ll fucking touch you, you murdering son of a—”
“Can we please stay focused?” Ellena raised her voice, her gaze lasering in on Ryker’s. “What’s going on, and why did he take my friend?”
Ryker blew out a breath and began the unbelievable story.
“A little over ten years ago, the president at the time contacted the US secretary of Homeland Security. He requested our agency put together a special task force working side-by-side with the CIA.”
“We already know what your task force does, Ryker.” Matt cut him off. “Jesus, man. R.I.S.C. has been working with you for how long?”
Kole chimed in, too. “Yeah, we don’t need a goddamn history lesson. Just get to the point, already.” He slid a glance in Walker’s direction. “It’s gonna take forever to get that asshole’s blood off my floors as it is.”
“Fine.” Ryker started to get pissed. “You want the short version? Here it is. Ten years ago, Adrian was part of a Fleet Anti-terrorist Security Team. Same one as Matt, I believe.”
The men in the room all looked in Matt’s direction.
“Sure was,” Matt confirmed. “Until his deserting ass turned traitor.”
“And hit-man,” Zade bit out harshly.
