Page 61 of Assassin's Game
“Keep dreaming, motherfucker.”
The laugh wasn’t amused. More like resigned. “If only I could. Think about what I’ve said. You can kill Bram Sullivan, swiftly and secretly, or I can kill the only people who have made your life worth living since you were eleven years old. Your choice. I won’t ask again.”
Still no sound, but moments later I heard the latch of the back entrance opening. A brief flash of morning light entered the basement, and I caught the silhouette of a man in a business suit—big, broad, muscular without being bulky, dark hair—and then the door closed behind him.
I was there a second later.
As I reached for the handle, I noticed the pad for the security system to the right. No light—red or green—blinked back at me. Damn it.
My pulse began a rhythmic pound in my jugular.
The morning light had me squinting as I stepped outside. There was nothing directly around the mansion except a garage and a clear lawn, the best way to keep threats away. And yet, as I glanced around, there was no sign of our enemy. No tracks in the yard that I could see. Nothing to tell me where the bastard had gone.
No one got past Agozi security. No one. But…someone had.
I thought of Maris with the little one upstairs. My soon-to-be sister-in-law, her stomach just starting to round with Remi’s child, and—I closed my eyes, squeezed them tight—Abby, asleep in our bed. They could all be dead right now if X had wanted to kill them. Couldn’t they? They could be gone, just like…
No. Not happening. I wouldn’t let anyone or anything get to them. Ever.
Pulling my cell from my back pocket—and groaning aloud at the pain coming alive in my hands—I dialed a number I hadn’t needed in a long time. Waited for the man to pick up. “Bryant, Levi Agozi. Any chance you could take a day off?”
“Probably,” a wary voice, rusty with lack of use, said.
“Good. Abby needs you. Stop and pick up Geneva Sanderson on your way.”
A grunt came across the line.
“Hurry, Bryant.”
I never asked for help, and I could hear the moment he remembered that, knew I was dead serious about his hurrying. “On my way.”
I clicked to end the call, then headed for the elevator, resolve coalescing inside me. X wanted Bram Sullivan’s life in exchange for my family’s? The man might be innocent, but I no longer gave a fuck. Rules were made to be broken, and this was one I’d break without a blink.
I loved my brothers. I could even admit that Leah and Brooke had wormed their way into my heart. But this wasn’t about them. It was about the woman in my bed upstairs.
Abby had lost enough. She wouldn’t lose any more.
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Chapter Twenty-Six
Eli —
I watched Sullivan looking through the pictures we’d found of him on his cloud server, and something in my gut shouted that his reaction was wrong. The man was definitely agitated—his hands trembled, his muscles had gone rock-hard, his neck and cheeks were mottled an angry red…
Anger. That was it. A man like Sullivan—a man with power, with control—seeing images of himself in extremely compromising, intimate moments should have elicited embarrassment.
That’s not what I was seeing.
Mikaela stood next to me, just far enough away from Sullivan that he couldn’t hear us. The coffee in her hand, her third cup this morning—my woman liked her coffee,check—couldn’t hide the warm woman scent of her, like honey and spice. My body turned, drawn to her, a bee to that honey.
Not that I resisted; if we hadn’t been in the middle of an interrogation, I’d have closed the distance between us and rubbed against her like a cat. Transferring scent and heat, marking her as mine. Reminding her I was a whole lot more than a teammate.
“Eli.”
My gaze swept up her body to meet frowning eyes. “Hmm?”
“Sullivan?”
