I slapped my phone off the nightstand as my alarm blared. Grunting into my pillow, I cursed the Petter clan and the assholes who thought dealing in human flesh was a good business idea. I couldn't wait to take them down so I could get back to my woman. My woman. I sighed. More than anything, I needed to get back so I could see her anytime I wanted. So I could hold her. Kiss her smiling mouth. Feel our baby move within her belly. A hard knock sounded. "What?"Penn stuck his head in the door. "Interpol is here. They've apparently been very busy. Get your ass out of bed and into the second ballroom." He pulled the door shut. Throwing off the covers, I launched out of bed. If they were close enough to starting, we might be able to get out of here pretty soon. Please, goddess, let them be close. I threw on some clothes, ran my fingers through my hair, and darted from the room. It was time to get this shitshow on the road. My footsteps resounded in the hallway as I mad

The screen went black and I tipped my head back and let out a yell. Those fuckers. I didn't care who it was or why they did it. They threatened my woman. My baby. For much less I would have killed them. Now? Now I would draw out their deaths until the streets ran red. Security guards rushed the room, guns drawn. I'm not sure who dealt with them, but someone talked them down and back out. A hand slapped over my mouth. "Get your shit together," Foster said. I punched him in the belly. "Don't ever tell me what to do. They threatened Jessa. Our baby."Foster bent in half with a hard whoosh of air. "And they stole mine and gang raped her." With a hand on his belly, he straightened back up. "I win that one. Not only that, I'm stuck here trying to clean up an even bigger mess." He didn't throw any physical punches, but the verbal one struck quick and fast. "I'm so fucking pissed." I threaded my hands through my hair, gripped it hard. Threatening to pull it out of my scalp, I tri

Our strike team stood around the wall of computers. Attention and focus were at one hundred and ten percent as Striker and Roger walked us all through the plans they had made with Mas. Appears everyone had been busy and just waiting for the green light. "Plan A is to evac to a helo." Striker pointed to a spot on the screen with a green laser. "It will be from here. It's a forty-one-minute trip, assuming no errors or issues. Plan B is a boat extraction. Plan C is a private plane at a local airfield. Plan D is a car and driving up and over. Let's make sure we don't need Plan D."Roger took over the briefing. "We will have three two-man teams for infiltration. We need a zero-notice action, so if you have experience for silent infil, you're on the team. We will have a small team of four for fire coverage on each of the extraction points. All extraction points will be manned from go-time, so no time is lost for changing plans. If your location is abandoned, fall back to your bravo poin

While I waited for Mas to get his scrawny ass back to the boat, all the phones in the ops center started ringing at the same time. I looked at Penn. Fuck. He grabbed his up and put it to his ear. "This is Penn."I pulled my own from my pocket. "This is Domenico.""Counselor, Amatucci, we have reports that there's been a raid on the compound. Can you confirm or deny this?" Agent Camilla Rosetti spat down the line as soon as the last syllable of my name died away. "Agent Rosetti, we can confirm that there has been action at the compound. One of our techs sounded the alarm. We are watching it as it happens through the satellite feed that was set up.""Do you know who it is? None of our agents can get a good look.""You're more than welcome to view our footage, Agent. I can't say that we are familiar with who they are either. You're saying that these are not your agents or men?""Of course not! We're still trying to get a lock on the captive's signals. We would never put ou

"Nest to Exfil Two. Nest to Exfil Two," Arkady's voice sounded in my head. "Exfil Two, copy. Go ahead Nest," Striker said. "Targets are at secondary location. Counselor, Fancy Pants, and Rogue are en route."I looked at Striker, gave him a nod. "Exfil Two en route to secondary, Nest.""Copy that, Exfil Two. Nest, out."I couldn't get anyone to hear me over the sound of the waves, so I just held my tongue. If something was happening to the girls, I was definitely going to be there. The fact that Nico and Foster were heading there didn't bode well. Using sign language, I asked Striker, How long?He shot me what looked like a thumbs up. In American Sign Language, it was the number ten. I nodded. I could hold out for ten more minutes. Hopefully. If someone thought to hurt my baby or Jaz, they were going to be in for a very rude awakening.