Page 2 of Jason Bourne
“Do we have the video?” My voice sounded raw even to my own ears.
Forest passed me the laptop. “You’ll want to see this.”
I watched. Five men swarmed Lane. My hands curled into fists. “Kick their ass, sweetheart,” I muttered. “Shit — sorry.”
Then Thor appeared — one hundred pounds of pure German Shepherd fury, launching through the hallway like a missile. He tore out a man’s throat before a muffled pop stopped him cold. Thor crumpled. Blood everywhere.
Lane’s scream ripped through me like a bullet. She kept fighting, even when she saw Thor go down.
Zoe stumbled in, limping. She palmed one guy in the throat— he dropped like a stone. Another kicked her square in the gut, where her stitches were. She hit the floor, gasping. Lane ran to her, knowing it was over. They dragged them both away.
“God. Who the hell are these bastards?” I rasped.
Max’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. “We think it’s the Chinese Communist Party. Lane’s been digging into them. They’re tightening their grip on the West Coast.”
I forced myself to breathe. “What’s Lane doing these days?”
“She’s undercover FBI,” Max said. “Deep cover. So far, her real identity’s stayed clean. Unless they already know who she is.”
“If they grabbed her, they know exactly who she is,” I said
Forest nodded grimly. “Her father didn’t mention Lane. Probably trying to keep her name out of this.”
I couldn’t look at them. All I could see was Lane — blood on her knuckles, eyes blazing, fighting like hell.
Hang on, sweetheart. I’m coming.We boarded the plane and took off to San Francisco, where they had taken her.
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Lane
Ididn’t care if the chains cut my wrists raw — I wasn’t staying here without a fight.
Zoe. God, please be alive. They’d left her on the docks, bleeding. They dragged me onto this rusted Chinese freighter like a sack of rice. I’d been kicking and biting until they snapped the cuffs tight enough to bite bone.
A tear slipped free. I cursed myself and wiped it on my shoulder.Don’t you dare, Lane Ann Brewer. You don’t cry in front of these bastards. I just wanted Zoe to be alive.
They think they scare me. Okay — maybe they do. But not enough to break me. Not yet.
Jason. My brain whispered his name like a prayer.Where are you?I’d give up my badge, my career — hell, my whole damn life — just to feel his arms around me one more time. I’d almost called him. So many times. But pride was a vicious thing.
I jerked at the rattle of the door. Heavy boots. Thenhim— the bastard who shot Thor. My throat closed up.
“You killed my dog!” I spat, every syllable a blade.
“Your dog killed my man.” He shrugged. “You think I wanted to shoot a dog? He didn’t give me a choice. I would have rather shot you!”
“And you left my sister to die!”
“She was breathing when we left her,” he said calmly, like he was discussing the weather.
“Why take me? Why not kill me there?”
His eyes glittered. “You pissed off my boss. He wants to handle you himself.”
“Oh, I’m shaking,” I sneered.
“You should be scared,Agent Brewer. We knew all about you. Too bad for you that one of your team doesn’t love you as much as he loves gambling.” He leaned in close, breath rancid. “They’re going to slice you apart — piece by piece. Sell your pretty organs on the black market.”
