Page 139 of Her Wolf

A real DEA agent

The boat’s engine cut out. Kane glanced back at Cora’s three bodyguards, giving them a curt nod. He guided the boat into a lagoon—in reality, a small sand bank beyond which the ocean’s waves couldn’t really penetrate—and hopped up onto the sandy beach. He lashed the boat to the closest palm tree and beckoned the men to follow.

Milo had seemed happy to let him lead their sortie ever since they’d left the airport.

That briefcase full of money they’d found? The pilot had developed a stutter how eager he’d been to tell them exactly where he’d taken Zachary and his ‘passenger.’

Finn had looked ready to smash his face in when he heard the pilot say the ‘pretty young thing’ had been unconscious at the time.

Kane moved forward through the trees, picking his way using what moonlight made it past the overgrown canopy above.

Cora’s men were silent behind him, except where they stirred foliage and rustled brush underfoot.

Their trip here hadn’t been this idyllic. Bailey—the fucker—had accused him of lying. Said that Kane had mentioned something about working for the FBI.

Kane gave his head a shake, and snorted quietly to himself.

As if. He was a DEA man at heart.

The others hadn’t seemed too interested in Bailey’s accusations; they’d been more concerned with how they were going to reach the island without attracting attention.

William — Willy, for short — had been so grateful for the payout, he’d lent them his four-seater yacht. It had taken close to five hours to reach the island and midnight was mere minutes away.

He should have been exhausted, given that he hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in several weeks, but instead he buzzed with adrenalin.

What was better than an upstart of a girl pretending to be capo?

Why, the infamous El Lobo, of course.

He would get a medal of honor for this; bringing in Zachary West.

Fredericks would have no choice but to give him back his badge. His real badge.

A real badge, for a real DEA agent.

Kane smiled to himself, and stroked a finger down the barrel of his gun.

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