Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Tears pierced her eyes. John Bishop. It all came back to him. Her handler. Her mentor. Sometimes he’d been the only person she talked to in a year who knew who she was. Could he really have done that to her? Could he have lied and manipulated her for years?
“I think she’s going to need persuading.” Hector sighed and nodded. Two big men came from behind him.
“Tell me what I need to know,” Levi whispered. “I don’t want to do this to you, sweetheart. I would rather our relationship be one of a different nature. Give us what we need and I’ll promise to be gentle.”
When he raped her. Nice.
Through the ache of betrayal, she realized nothing she did would spare her the pain that was to come. Her feet were tied, but she could still use them. She brought her knees up, catching Levi in the gut. Not where she’d been aiming. “I’ll cut your balls off, Levi. You watch me. Before this is done, I’ll avenge Ezra and you’ll know which sister you should really be afraid of.”
Levi turned. “Do it. Don’t kill her.”
One of the big men pulled her off the hook and that was when she realized what was behind her—a lovely marble tub, and someone had been kind enough to fill it with water.
Fun times were coming.
She took a deep breath as she hit the water and two men held her under. Calm. She had to remain calm and pray Josh figured out that the woman in his bed wasn’t the woman he loved.
Because now she remembered what she’d seen right before she’d gone lights out.
Her own face.
As the torture began she prayed Josh would survive the night.
Chapter Nineteen
Josh couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was wrong. Maybe it was post-mission letdown, but Kayla seemed weird. Not her usual weird. She seemed happy, perfectly happy. She’d laughed and danced with a bunch of people as though she had nothing to worry about at all.
She’d played him again. Would he ever learn?
He pulled the tie off and tossed it aside.
Kayla was staring at herself in the dresser mirror, smoothing down her hair. “I love this dress.”
“God knows you earned it.” He couldn’t quite keep the bitterness from his voice.
“I did, didn’t I? I definitely earned it.” She turned, leaning against the dresser so there was no way he missed the hint of her breasts on the edges of the deep V in the bodice. “Tell me something. Do you like it?”
“You know I like it.” He had incredibly fond memories of that dress. “Considering what you were doing the last time you wore it.”
A smile crossed her face. “Of course. You like getting me out of it.”
He pulled his tuxedo coat off and moved to the closet to hang it up. He hit the desk with his toe and groaned. He’d lost all grace this evening, but then it kind of fit the way his life was going. The laptop Kayla had been using earlier flickered back from sleep mode.
When he turned back around, she was gone, but he heard her moving about in the bathroom.
Did she honestly expect him to fuck her tonight? Probably. Hell, he’d proven he was the biggest fucking fool in the world when it came to her. She’d lied to him and he’d fallen on top of her three or four hours later. His dick didn’t care that she was a manipulator of the highest order.
He glanced down at her screen. She was probably plotting her next mission now that she’d fucked him over so thoroughly. All that talk about going after his enemies had been nothing but dialogue written to keep him off balance.
Tyler Williams was the subject line of the email she had open on the screen. It seemed to have come from someone called CandyMan#1.
Hey, girl! Here’s the skinny on your DEA agent. Hit me up next time you’re in Dallas and bring back some of those sponge candy things from Trader Joe’s. Can’t get ’em here. Hutch.
She’d been looking into his advisor?
He clicked on the report and it came up, filling the screen with information on Tyler Williams.
Except the man in the picture wasn’t Tyler Williams. The man staring from his government issued ID was blond, a bit younger, and grimmer-looking than the real Tyler Williams.
Who might not be the real Tyler Williams.
What the fuck was going on?
Something was off and had been all night. Even Hector had seemed smug and self-satisfied, as though he’d known something the rest of them didn’t.
He flipped the laptop screen shut. Why would she be looking into his advisor? Maybe there was a different Tyler Williams. The Kayla who loved him would look into Williams because she would do that about anyone who got close to him. The one who’d laughed and partied all night, ignoring him for the most part until it was time to go to bed, why would that Kayla care at all? The op was done.