“If she doesn’t, then she’ll be punished continuously.”
My answer obviously pissed Daniel off. He shifted to move in front of me within seconds.
“We’ve done a lot of shit in the past I’m not proud of, but torturing women was never one of them. We’re not going to start now. Do you fucking hear me?”
I locked eyes with his, nodding once. “Do you really believe that’s my intention?”
“I wouldn’t put anything past you, Alexander. I thought you were monstrous thirteen years ago. You’re worse than before.” Daniel huffed and walked away, cursing under his breath.
“She has viable information that we all agreed we would find out from her. Need I remind you that at least two of us were threatened prior to attempts made on our lives?” I laughed softly.
Daniel shook his head. “I searched my personal phone. I also received the same message. This is definitely about Garrison.”
“She’ll talk. It’s all in how we handle her. We need to find out her connection to Garrison,” Brogan snarled. While his idea was understandable, I doubted she’d confide that information to us any more than she would her name. Perhaps she’d been a girlfriend we weren’t aware of. No, that didn’t make any sense either. She was far too young.
“Then we will. However, she needs punishment for what she put us through,” Daniel said with a slight growl to his voice.
I laughed, although the sound was hollow. “Yes, she does.”
“You said the car she used was a rental?” Brogan asked, turning his attention to Daniel.
He nodded as he rubbed his jaw. “Yeah. That much I was able to find out, but she used the name of Dahlia Black to rent it.”
“Which means she found a way to obtain false identification, which sounds like a pro or a girl who’s read too many crime novels.” I mused over my own thought. “And you found nothing else in the car?”
“Not a thing, which was why I had one of your goons take it to whatever location they could find in order to search itthoroughly. I doubt she’s from DC. The reason is because the GPS was set in the car, the origination coming from somewhere close to the airport.”
I nodded several times. “I’ll have my…goonsreport. If she was from out of town, she stayed in a hotel. At a minimum, she needed somewhere to stash her plane ticket.”
“Unless it was all done electronically,” Brogan suggested.
“Maybe, but I’m going on the assumption she planned on laying low, spending the night then flying out in the morning. I’ll have them check the hotels near the airport. Someone has seen her.” I yanked out my phone, glaring at the screen. “I need to get back to the house in order to make the call.”
“I’ll remain with her and when I decide she’s had enough, I’ll bring her back to the main house.” Brogan’s offer was laced with more need than I’d seen in his past. He liked the girl, maybe too much.
Then again, what the hell was I thinking? I’d had lurid and vivid dreams of her since the incident. I’d hungered to the point even today my cock ached.
“Remember, Brogan, she did try and kill us.” I could tell my suggestion fell on deaf ears.
“But she didn’t. I’ve known a lot of killers in my time with the CIA. While some are truly accidental, those who plan them are cold and calculated. Dahlia is neither. She’s no more of a killer than the girl next door.” Daniel turned his head toward me, giving me a hard stare.
“And you need to remember that even the girl next door can snap. There isn’t a single person alive who hasn’t treaded nearthat fine line.” I shifted my gaze toward Brogan then turned around and walked away. What I couldn’t tell the other two was that she’d already awakened something inside of me that I believed was impossible. My balls tightened just thinking about her.
The taste of her lips and the intoxicating scent of her feminine wiles. I’d been the only one to see her exquisite body, to have my cock shoved deep inside and wanted more, so much so that I was willing to forgive her threats and her attempts at ending my life.
I continued walking and all I could do was laugh. Maybe I’d finally met a woman as devious as I was.
Imagine that. A match made in heaven.
Or hell.
* * *
Brogan
We were playing with fire, the kind that would ultimately burn the three of us in the fire pits of hell. I’d anticipated that happening, only I hadn’t predicted it would be because of a woman so pure and innocent that her aura had a warm glow. The thought was ridiculous of course considering she had almost been successful in killing me.
I hadn’t been immune to the concept, several attempts made on my life while I’d been locked away like an animal. However, the bastards who’d tried had quickly learning it hadn’t been in their best interests to fuck with me.
