Code Name – Revenge (Jameson Force Security #9) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Jameson Force Security Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
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“If the agents come after us—”

“Not if. They are.”

I feel trapped, and I can’t handle this level of suspense. “How are we going to get on a flight?”

“We’re not flying commercial,” Bebe says and looks over at me with a grim smile. “I called Jackson’s girlfriend, Camille.”

“She’s the princess,” I say. Dozer told me about her.

“I told her a bald-faced lie.” Bebe looks genuinely distressed about that as she switches lanes to pass some cars. “Told her I wanted a girls’ getaway with some friends because of high stress and asked if I could borrow her plane.”

“And she let you?” I ask in awe.

“Yup. She’s incredibly generous, although once she realizes I’ve lied to her, I’m guessing our friendship will tank.”

“Maybe she’ll understand,” I say softly.

“Maybe,” she mutters, giving the car some gas. “We just have to hope she doesn’t talk to Jackson in the next hour before we get in the air because he’ll pull the plug.”

Hopelessness rises within me. “This isn’t going to work. We’re going to get stopped.”

“Fuck that,” Bebe grits out, and I look at her, shocked. “If we can’t get there by plane, we’ll just drive.”

“Really?” I ask, my faith once again renewed.

Bebe shrugs. “I’ve already done all I need to do to piss off Kynan and Griff. Might as well go all the way.”

“I could kiss you right now.”

Bebe looks at me, a warning expression in place.

I blow her a kiss instead.

We make it to the private hangar without any trouble. Once inside, we’re greeted by a concierge of sorts who leads us immediately onto the tarmac. Apparently, royalty gets priority treatment, although I’m sure after Bebe’s call, they were working on filing the flight plan and readying the pilot for us.

Twenty more minutes, we’re in the air, and I’m finally able to relax slightly.

Only ten minutes after that, both my and Bebe’s phones start buzzing. We don’t have to turn them off on a private flight, although when I see it’s Dozer who’s calling, I have the sudden urge to power down. I don’t want to talk to him right now. I don’t want to hear him tell me to turn around and go back to Pittsburgh.

Bebe flips her phone toward me—it’s Griff. She’s not a coward like me and answers, putting it on speaker so I can hear.

“What in the fuck do you think you’re doing, Bebe?” Griff snarls. “You basically hijacked Camille’s plane—”

“She gave us permission,” Bebe says primly.

“You lied to her about where you were going, so I’m going to call it a hijacking. You went against Kynan’s authority, and you are willfully bringing Jess to Miami where she could be in serious danger.”

“Blah, blah, blah,” Bebe says, and my eyes flare at her audacity to taunt him when he’s so angry.

“I’m going to put you over my knee when I see you,” he rumbles in a low voice that has me terrified for her.

Bebe laughs, her voice husky. “That’s a promise I will hold you to.”

My cheeks heat at the implication, and I wonder what that would feel like if Dozer were to do that to me.

Bebe stares as if she knows exactly what I’m thinking, and my face feels like an inferno.

“Griff,” Bebe says, her tone now serious, “we’re on our way. Don’t try to stop us. And I’ll love you forever if you smooth things over with Kynan and Dozer before we arrive.”

“What time might that be?” he asks sharply.

“A couple more hours.”

“You stay at the private hangar. I’ll come pick you up. We’ll need to get Jess into a hotel and some police posted.”

I shake my head, and Bebe nods. “She wants to stay with Dozer’s dad. He has a guarded compound. We’ll just need to get her there secretly.”

“That will be Dozer’s call, not hers,” Griff snaps, and I know he’s mad at me too.

“Understood,” Bebe says in a placating tone. “And thank you. You’re the—”

The line goes dead.

Bebe stares at her phone, jaw dropping slightly. “He hung up on me.” Her gaze rises to mine. “I can’t believe the jerk did that.”

“He has reason to be mad,” I say, feeling the need to defend his actions somewhat. Bebe and I have made ourselves official pains in the ass.

Dozer isn’t going to be happy with me, but oh well. He’ll just have to get over it because I’m not leaving until this is finished.

CHAPTER 17

Dozer

Not sure I could ever be angrier with Jess than I am right now, but hopefully we’ll have a long life ahead of us for me to find out.

I’m not mad over her desire to come to Miami—it’s the foolishness of her actions, which do nothing but put her life in danger. Luckily, Griff arranged for an FBI transport to the private hangar in Miami where Camille’s plane landed, and we’re able to pull right up to the aircraft. It’s impossible for any civilians to see us, so there’s almost no danger of recognition for the short rush down the plane stairs and into the back of the Suburban where we’re adequately hidden by pitch-black tinted windows.


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