“You’re not safe there,” Greystone pushed back.
“Trust me,” Teddy said. “I got this.”
Teddy killed the call, released a growl. “My brothers havealwaysunderestimated me.”
She kissed his cheek, lingering an extra beat. “Let’s use all that hot, angry energy to find the five remaining terrorists. We’ll knock out the work, do target practice out back, then tonight, I’ll go down on you so good.” She rolled her tongue over her lower lip.
His gritty growl had her sliding her hand around the back of his neck, slipping her fingers into his hair, and kissing him long, hard, and like she could eat him alive.
“You make me crazy,” he bit out.
She broke away, started stacking the dishes. “Work first, play later.”
As they cleaned up, he said, “You calm me downandrile me up.”
“That’s my job, baby,” she said.
When they finished, she smacked his ass and headed down the hall to change.
And damn, if he didn’t follow her sexy, swaying hips.
AN HOUR LATER,they were back at the Black Site, huddled over their laptops in the conference room. While Teddy jumped on the Dark Web, Sydney told Greystone and Caroline her idea about the cabin, her cousin, and their search for Muhammad Haqazzii.
“I’m convinced Haqazzii is hiding out there,” Sydney said. “That photo Tank found of Haqazzii and his lieutenants with Robby means he’s either friends with them or he’s doing business with them.”
“Could be both,” Caroline added.
“I’m about to upload pics of the three dead terrorists,” Teddy said. “Tell me what you think of this caption, ‘We will destroy you.’”
“Do it,” Greystone said.
After uploading the pics to the private chat rooms, Teddy added the threat. When finished, he said, “Expect fallout.”
“Bring it on,” Greystone bit out.
“If we don’t find Haqazzii at the cabin, I’ll ask Robby to poker night,” Teddy said. “Don’t forget, your cousin is my poker buddy, Burt Goodson.”
“And you’ll press him for info about Muhammad Haqazzii?” Sydney asked.
“We’re way past Q&A,” Teddy said. “I’d beat the information outta him. He knows Haqazziiandhe knew Crafty Lamar.”
“Sydney, we don’t know anything aboutyourcase,” Caroline said. “Tell us about King A and The Sovereign Method.”
After giving them a brief overview, she said, “What I’m about to tell you is something the FBI has kept under tight wraps.” She pointed her finger at each of them. “Not a word.”
“Sydney,” Caroline said. “Really?”
Sydney snort-laughed. “I feel like Ihadto say that.”
“A year ago, twelve women contacted the FBI about King A and his organization,” Sydney began. “Their testimony provided the Bureau with enough evidence to charge King A with several crimes, but they couldn’t locate him to arrest him, plus, they have no idea what he looks like.”
“What were the charges?” Caroline asked.
“He was convicted in absentia of sex trafficking, money laundering, and tax evasion,” Sydney replied.
“The number three guy in his organization, Todd Petersen—the one I took out in Italy—did get arrested and was held without bond,” she continued. “As DOJ attorneys were preparing for trial, their witnesses either went missing or were murdered. With no witnesses, the prosecution had to drop all charges. Todd Petersen walked.” She narrowed her gaze. “That’s where I came in, and took him out.”
“Nice,” Teddy said.
