Page 4 of Undercover Savior

When he responded immediately, acknowledging my message, I walked around to open her door.

“Wait, is this thing bulletproof?” she asked, putting her hand on the metal, which was at least twice as thick as normal. Once her feet were on the ground, I spun her around so her back was to me. “Hands on the side of the SUV,” I barked.

“What are you doing?”she shrieked when I patted her down, looking for a gun.

“Do not move,” I said, keeping my elbow pinned to her back and one foot between her legs as I sent an access code via my mobile.

“This way.” I turned her around a second time, took her arm, and led her to a lift that opened when we approached.

“Where are you taking me? And you can put that thing down now,” she said, motioning to the gun I still held pointed in her direction. “Are you going to answer any of my questions?” she asked when I lowered it.

“No.” I glanced over at her when I felt her studying me. Our eyes met, and hers scrunched enough that I wondered if she recognized me. I passed the idea off as ludicrous while I waited for the door to reopen.

“Come with me,” I said after we stepped off and into the flat that was always at my disposal but I rarely used.

“How long will we be here? I need to go back and get my car.”

I almost rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of Sullivan’s question. Was she truly unaware of how close she’d come to dying tonight? Not once, but twice.

“Sit down, and do not touch anything.”

When she raised her chin and her eyes met mine, the only thing I could think of was how much I wanted to wrap my fingers around her throat and kiss the fuck out of her. Instead, I kept my hands to myself when I stepped closer.

“You would do well to consider the fact I saved your life earlier tonight, first by shooting the man who was about to do the same to you, then getting you away from there before someone else took you out. If you do not do as I say, I will honor your request to return you to your vehicle. Once there, I guarantee you will not like what happens next.”

Her expression remained defiant. “Are you threatening me?”

“I’m warning you.”

“If you’re going to kill me, why not just do it here? Why return me to the scene of the other crime?”

“Because I won’t be the one who kills you. I also won’t save you a second time. I have a couple of calls to make. Now, get over here and sit down.”

When she did, I stood behind her, pulled my belt through the loops of my trousers, and used it to bind her wrists to the chair.

I took my mobile from my pocket, stepped into one of the bedrooms, and closed the door behind me. There were several missed calls from Periscope, but only one from Typhon, my boss.

“Savior, what the fuck is going on?” he seethed when he accepted my call.

“Who ordered the hit tonight?”

“It came through MI6.”

“From who?” I demanded.

“Settle down and tell me what happened.”

“Not until you tell me who the order came from.”

He sighed. “Initially, it was reported to have come from Viper. However, I’ve spoken with her and she insisted she didn’t issue it.”

I paced from one side of the room to the other.

“Tell me what went down,” he pressed.

“I arrived on the scene and didn’t carry out the full order. I made a split-second decision to remove the second intended target from the area.”

“After my conversation with Viper, I believe you made the right call.”

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