Tuesday. Richard Carlson's Home, Chicago, Illinois.PRISCILLA'S FEARS HAD ALWAYS been wrapped around the horrors that happened to her as a child. The trauma she'd endured was psychological. She'd always maintained that nothing could come close to that, until now.Real fear was watching the man she loved beaten until every new blow sprayed the floor, the furniture and her with his blood.Tears stung her eyes, and she jerked against the bonds securing her to the fireplace. All that anger, the need to go to his protection, and all she could do was cry?This was bullshit."Enough," the man named Arturo snapped. "We have to amend our plans."Damian stepped up to Arturo's side. "Secure him, spray the blood with the ammonia then get ready to go."Priscilla pulled on her bonds. There was no give, and they were so tight her hands were beginning to lose feeling.Two men dragged Brenden toward her then bound his hands and ankles. One eye was swollen and that same gash on the si
Tuesday. Unknown, Chicago, Illinois.BRENDEN SHOULD HAVE KNOWN better.He let his eyes shut again. Or more appropriately, his eye. The left was nearly swollen shut.Waiting for the team would have been the better choice. But how should he have known Priscilla's kidnappers had a timeline?He'd rushed in because he let his emotions get in the way, and now he might have blown their chances at getting rescued. His tracker was likely fried thanks to the EMP. The goons had taken and destroyed his phone. That left his one and only hope his comm unit.The device had a GPS tracking feature, but only when it was turned on. It was still in his pocket, but there was no way he'd be able to power the thing on to signal the team. If he could do that, he might as well give them a rundown.If Priscilla died because he'd been foolish, he hoped they killed him.Time dragged on.Their car ride got longer and longer as they left Chicago and its suburbs behind.Every so often he opened
Brenden held his breath waiting for Priscilla's answer."That I am capable of caring for people. That I care about you. That I've always thought I'd have to sacrifice something of myself to be with someone. But you accepted me completely. I've been hiding, burying myself in work and choosing to not live my life. You reminded me there's more to it. That there's more to me, and I want more."He bit the inside of his cheek. She had forgiven him, but had he completely crushed his chances with her?"Can I be corny?" she asked.Brenden placed his hands on her knees, unable to keep from touching her. "You can be whatever you want.""It feels like...this was supposed to happen. We were supposed to meet. And if we survive this, there's no one else I'd rather take on a date.""You're taking me?""Well I am the one who asked. We've kind of had this role reversal going on, in case you haven't noticed. I chased you down. I wanted to see your tub." Another smile lit her face from the i
Tuesday. Unknown, Chicago, Illinois.PRISCILLA'S EYES AND THROAT stung from the smoke. Her ears rang and in the rush of men to come and go she kept getting kicked.Large hands grabbed her by the arms. She flinched before she realized who it was.Brenden.This was their chance to get free.She didn't know how he did it, but he got her wrists lose. She pushed to her feet, wobbling a little and blinking back tears as the gas stung her eyes.Brenden clutched her to him and rushed across the room, toward the window. They hadn't even gone three steps before more hands grabbed her. She tried to hold on to Brenden, but her numb hands wouldn't cooperate.The hands yanked her back and the next thing she felt was the cool press of metal to her temple. She sucked in a gasp and watched Brenden whirl, only to be tackled by one of the goons. The two men crashed to the ground, landing half in and half out of the house.Arturo wasn't going to use her as a shield.She'd been through
Tuesday. Safe House, Chicago, Illinois.BRENDEN WAS GLAD TO have the condo to themselves for a little while. Soon enough the guys would be back from dinner and they'd begin debrief, but for now Brenden needed a little quiet time with Priscilla.He secured the door behind them, his hand never leaving the small of her back.The doctor had prescribed a minor muscle relaxer and suggested she follow up with her normal physician for any new pains or problems. There just wasn't anything to triage.Brenden wouldn't be there to make sure she went to the doctor or to take care of her. That knowledge gnawed at him. He didn't like knowing that in a very short time they'd be on opposite ends of the country.Without discussing it they both headed toward her bedroom. He once more shut and secured the door.He almost wished there was another door or maybe a panic room he could squirrel her away to, but that was ridiculous and he knew it."What do you say to sleep?" She hooked her fing
Six months later. Taylor Family Reunion, Chicago, Illinois.PRISCILLA WAS GOING TO HURL.A voice in the back of her head reminded her that the last time she'd lost the contents of her stomach had also been in Chicago. All over her kidnappers.Today had no such danger factored in, unless she took into account her light blue dress and the fact that backyard barbeques were often messy.It was too late to change now.Brenden opened the passenger door of their rental and held out his hand. She took it and held on tight as he pulled her to her feet.He studied her face. "You're looking a little green.""I want them to like me," she grumble-mumbled under her breath.Who would have known she actually got nervous about meeting people she wanted to impress?Other than a little interview nerves, she'd never gone through this before moving to Seattle a few weeks ago. When she'd gone to the first get-together that included dozens of Aegis Group employees and their families, she
BRENDEN WAS DONE WITH the crowded back yard. There were too many people. It was draining. And yet the day was a success.He dumped a few abandoned cups in the sink, rinsed them out then stacked them to await the next run of the dishwasher as the appliance was currently chugging away.Priscilla and her sister stood near the back porch with his mother and aunt, their conversation involving a lot of hand gestures and laughter.She fit here. With him. In his family."Hey there." Oaklynn stepped up next to him, the baby passed out in her arms. She bumped his hip with hers as she swayed."Hey." He reached over and tugged on Oaklynn's long hair, earning a playful swat from her.She turned to face him. "Okay, so, like, when are you two getting married? Are you going to ask her tonight? Because you totally have that look.""What?" Brenden frowned at her. "What look?""The she's-all-I-think-about kind of madly in love look."Brenden turned his attention back to Priscilla who wa
Volume 5: Dangerously EntwinedWednesday. Safe House, Playa d'en Bossa, Ibiza.MELODY NGUYEN STARED LONGINGLY out of the windows of the safe house at the crystal beaches beyond. She wished she was headed out for a relaxing day on the sand. Hell, she'd take a day of cleaning her bathroom and kitchen over what she was about to do.Her co-leader, Grant Anderson, herded the rest of their team out the front door. He'd been practically growling at them to leave for the last hour. Because Grant expected them to fall into their routine."You guys stay out of trouble.Melody gripped the back of the tall chair and watched her last glimpse of the four men headed out to enjoy the day.She really wished she were going with them.Grant closed the door. The thunk of the deadbolt was loud in the sudden silence.She held her breath as he turned to look at her. Her skin prickled and her traitorous body warmed at his attention. After all this time she should be used to it, but she w