Page 108 of Death Wish

“I know you have Jesse to talk to, but if you need a female listener, I’m available.” She handed Simone a card. “Here’s my contact information. Like Jesse, I’m deployed every other month. Text me. I’ll get back to you as soon as it’s safe if I’m on a mission.”

“Thanks, Sam. I might take you up on the offer.”

The medic smiled and left the bedroom.

Jesse returned. “We’ll land soon. Do you want to sit in the cabin with the rest of the teams or stay in here?”

“What about Boudreax and Sophie?”

“They’re sleeping. Sam gave them meds to knock them out. They won’t bother us.”

Ridiculous to be so skittish about the couple since she was flying with twelve operatives. Even if Boudreax and Sophie were awake, they wouldn’t be a threat to her. Still, Sophie had attempted to kill her twice. “All right. Let’s go.”

Jesse took the IV bag from the pole and handed it to Simone, then he slid his arms behind her back and knees and picked her up. “If you need anything, tell me. Don’t suffer because of modesty or anything else. Understand?”

“Yeah, I got it.” Uber protective. Another wonderful phrase to describe Jesse Phelps. She kissed his jaw.

He carried her to the cabin, set her on a seat against the back wall, and hung the IV bag on the hook on the wall.

Sawyer made his way to them. “Look who’s up and around. How do you feel, Simone?”

“Like I’ve been shot.”

He chuckled. “I know exactly how that feels. Do you need anything?”

“Water.”

“What about you, Jesse?”

“Same.”

“No coffee? You must be feeling ill.”

He shrugged as he settled into the seat next to Simone’s. “Boudreax pistol whipped me before we left the compound.”

The amusement faded from Sawyer’s expression, and his gaze slid to where the security chief slept. “No kidding. Not very sporting of him, was it?”

“Leave him for the feds. We don’t need the headache of explaining to the boss why one of our prisoners disappeared.”

“Yeah, yeah. You take all the fun out of these missions. Might be worth the hassle.” He went to the front of the jet and returned with two bottles of water.

“Thanks, Sawyer.”

“Yep. I’ll get your gear when we land. You take care of your girl.”

“Appreciate it.”

Twenty minutes later, the jet landed at the airport in Texas. As soon as they taxied to a stop, three black SUVs drove onto the tarmac.

“Who is that?” Simone asked, watching men exit from the vehicles and walk toward the jet.

“Some of them are part of Doc Sorenson’s crew. The rest are FBI agents. They’re here to collect Boudreax and Westlake.”

“FBI?”

“Boudreax and Westlake have been dodging their tax obligations and selling out our country to the highest bidder with earlier programs.”

“Death Wish wasn’t the first program they commissioned?”

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