Page 57 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
"You've met Jax 'Nitro'," Ghost begins, gesturing to the grinning man who just hugged me. "He's our vehicle and transportation specialist."
Nitro winks, bouncing slightly on his toes with barely contained energy. "If it's got wheels or wings, I can make it dance. And I never crash—" He pauses, tilting his head. "Well, not accidentally anyway."
I mentally note:Nitro equals endless enthusiasm and vehicles. The hugger.
"Remy, 'Saint'," Ghost continues. "Medic and infiltration operations expert."
The man who treated my bruises gives a small, measured wave. His gaze moves methodicallyacross my body, taking inventory of each purple mark with the detached precision of a doctor examining a patient.
"Don't let the doctor bit fool you. I'm just as dangerous in the field as in the operating room."
Saint equals doctor who can kill you or save you. Steady hands.
"Asher, 'Frost'. Long-range specialist and surveillance expert."
The injured man from last night gives a curt nod, his expression remaining completely blank. His eyes, though—calculating and cold. I remember his deadly accuracy during our escape.
Frost equals sniper. Silent and watching.
"Cole, 'Blade'. Our strategic operations planner and communications specialist."
An Asian man with sharp features and an intense gaze steps forward, his posture military-precise. "I make sure we're always three steps ahead of the enemy."
I tilt my head. "And when you're not?"
A smirk crosses his face, though his eyes remain analytical. "That's when things get interesting."
Blade equals strategy and communication. The chess player.
Ghost gestures to two men I haven't interacted with much before. "Xander, 'Chaos'. Demolitions expert."
A burly, bearded man with weathered hands and a mischievous glint in his eye grins broadly. "I make things go boom."
"Professionally," Ghost adds dryly.
Chaos equals explosives. Remember the smile that screams 'pyromaniac'.
"And last but certainly not least," Ghost continues, "Damian, 'Reaper'. Interrogation specialist and... clean-up expert."
A shiver crawls across my back. as I meet Reaper's cold gaze. There's something in his eyes that speaks of darkness I can't even begin to fathom. Unlike the others, he doesn't offer a quip or explanation. Just a steady look that feels like being X-rayed.
Reaper equals... don't ever be alone with Reaper.
"Clean-up?" I ask, my journalistic curiosity overriding my unease.
Ghost's expression hardens slightly. "Remember what I said about some questions, little journalist?" His voice is low, a clear warning.
I swallow hard, nodding. Message received.
"And you?" I turn to Ghost, realizing I still don't know his full name.
He hesitates for a moment. "Kade."
"So," I say, looking around at this group of dangerous, highly skilled men. "What do you actually do?"
Kade leans against the wall, his arms crossed. "Centurion Protection Group is our public face. High-end security, executive protection, that sort of thing."
I nod slowly. "Okay, that tracks with what I've heard about CPG. But what about... the other part?"
