Page 20 of Out of Control

Drago’s sleek black brows slammed together. “Possible. It is the sort of cold-blooded trickery Hamza would use.” He paused, thinking. “I know a guy at the agency who could poke around a little. Ask a few questions about the provenance of the intel to the US military.” Drago reached into his pants pocket and realized belatedly that Spencer still had his cell phone. “Are you okay with me making that call?”

Spencer fished in his pants pocket and emerged with Drago’s phone in hand. “Be my guest.”

He smirked at Spencer as he took the phone. “I wouldn’t want to piss off the guy with the handcuffs.” He added sotto voce, “Kinky shit, man. I had no idea you were into the whole bondage thing. We could’ve had so much fun if only you’d told me—”

“Shut up and make the call, Dray.”

Jeez Louise. That was the last thing he wanted to think of—Drago tied up and at his mercy to do anything he’d like to the guy. Or himself trussed up and helpless, forced to enjoy Drago’s plundering of his body—

Spencer’s breath came faster and his crotch was suddenly restless. His cock filled and hardened, and his balls tightened into rock-hard orbs that desperately needed to get off. What were the odds he could go upstairs to take a shower and relieve the urgent pressure without Drago seeing the massive bulge in his pants?

As if Drago knew exactly what was happening to Spencer, he grinned widely and dialed his phone.

Spencer listened unabashedly.

“Yo, Chaz. I got a favor to ask. What? Oh. Yeah. I’m in custody. It’s sexy as hell, man.” Tinny laughter came from the other end of the call. “Hey. Could you poke around a little for me? It’s gotta be very quiet. Ultra-low-key. I need you to find out where the intel came from for the missile strike at the compound.”

A pause while Drago listened. Then, “Yes, I know I toldyouabout the meeting. But who told the military targeting team? Was that us? Did you guys pass along my intel?”

Another more maddening pause.

“Huh. Interesting. Okay, then, I’ll leave you to it. And thanks. I owe you one… okay, fine. I owe you another one.”

“Well?” Spencer asked immediately.

“My guy doesn’t believe the CIA shared my information about the meeting with the military. Charles knows a guy on the military targeting desk and will find out what he can.”

“Cool.” A thought occurred to him. “Wait. Charles? Charles Favian?”

“Yeah. You know him?”

“He’s one of the guys who briefed me in on the rendition op to bring you in.”

“Huh. Small world,” Drago commented.

“Do you trust him? If he was involved in setting up your rendition, has he turned on you? Did he send over the intel on that meeting to the military?” Spencer asked quickly.

“Chaz? Turn on me? No way.”

Spencer’s jaw tightened. So. Favian and Drago were exes, then. He’d learned his lesson ten years ago regarding the ethical gray zone of sleeping with a colleague, and moreover, he didn’t like the idea of the lean CIA analyst from his briefing crawling all over Drago’s hot body.

Drago was speaking again. “…go way back. I went through the Farm with him. Chaz is old-school. Honorable from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. You two could have a contest to see who’s the squarest.”

“Sounds like someone I would enjoy getting to know better.”

Drago actually scowled. “Nope. I’m not hooking you two up.”

Spencer leaned back, shocked. As sure as he was sitting here, that was a note of jealousy in Drago’s voice. But which one of them was Drago laying claim to? Himself or Charles Favian?

“Look, Spence. I’m the first to admit the agency has leaks and even moles. But Chaz and I have always had each other’s backs. Surely you, of all people, know how guys like us have to look out for each other.”

“What about a Middle East specialist? I think his name is something like Akuba—”

“Akaba?” Drago blurted. “He’s Charles’s boss. Giant asshole but knows absolutely everyone from the Med to the Caspian Sea. Been with the agency a long time.”

“Somebody on your side of the fence passed that intel to the military. I checked in with my guys before I headed out into the desert, and they had no reports of activity out that way.”

Drago sighed. “Well, fuck.”

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