Page 100 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

"He lies." Manuelo jerked his arm from her. "My brother would never do such a thing."

"Evidently you don't really believe that," Clint chuckled mockingly as the other man glared back at them, a gleam of insanity filling his eyes. "Why else was a member of my team killed with him? Diego was watching him; he knew Santos was a weak link."

"Shut up!" Manuelo raised the barrel of the gun, fury contorting his features as he glared at Clint.

"Robby, sweetie, don't let him push you like this." Jenna was worried now, but hell, Morganna thought, so was she. Had Clint lost his ever-lovin' mind?

She kept her eyes on Fuentes, her gaze flickering nervously to the finger caressing the trigger.

"Yeah. Kill the messenger." Clint was tense, despite the relaxed, confident sound of his voice. "It must suck knowing your baby brother was trying to get you killed. Didn't you raise him, Robby? Sacrifice for him?"

"No. Not my brother." He shook his head desperately, his lips twisting in grief. "He wouldn't do such a thing."

"He Was a mole, just as Grant was yours. Didn't you wonder why he was released from jail so quickly?" The insidious suggestion in Clint's voice had the other man's head lifting sharply. "Hell, Robby. Joe needed his source of information on the outside, not stuck in jail."

It wasn't true, Morganna knew. Clint was playing with Manuelo, working on his emotions, his rage. His instability. It was easy to see that Fuentes' general wasn't as stable as he could have been.

His brother was even less stable. He and the men arrested with him had been released on the hopes that they would lead the DEA back to the labs or to their supplier, not so they could ferret out more information.

"No!" The gun lifted, his finger tightening on the trigger. "Santos would have never done such a t

hing. You lie."

"No, Robby, this wasn't our plan," Jenna snapped furiously at his side. "Your revenge will not come this way and neither will Fuentes'. He'll punish you for not bringing them to him as he ordered."

Manuelo shuddered, his jaw clenching as she dug her fingers into the opposite arm.

"You're letting him maneuver you, push you-"

"Another controlling female, Robby?" Clint mocked. "She reminds me of Carmelita. Boy, that woman had a mean streak, didn't she? Wasn't she the one that got Santos hooked on drugs to begin with?"

Manuelo's eyes flickered to Jenna.

God, Morganna hoped Clint knew what he was doing. She could feel his hand at her back, soothing her, reassuring her, as he picked at the other man's last threads of sanity.

"Shut up before I kill you myself." Jenna lifted the pistol she carried at her side.

"Looks like guilt to me, Robby," Clint murmured. "She's awful desperate to see us shut up. I bet Carmelita even trained her."

"You want to run your mouth, McIntyre? You can scream for mercy while Diego's men rape your bitch. How will you like seeing her beg to be fucked as his soldiers get in line to try her out?" Jenna grimaced with rage.

Clint sighed heavily. "Don't bore me with threats, Jenna. You're a very small little bug trailing after Robby here. Now, Carmelita, she was an animal. She would have had a bullet in our heads first thing and made excuses later. She would have never let Diego see her trying to take over. Better watch her, Robby. You might have more woman than you can hold on to."

Manuelo shook his head, his straight black hair falling over his brow as he stared back at Clint furiously.

"Sweetie, he's just working on you." Jenna was frantic now. "Santos loved you. Don't let him do this."

"Like you love him, Jenna?" Clint mocked. "Does he beat you until you're bloody? Or does he prefer to let you lie in a lonely bed while he plays his games with his other women like Fuentes does? I bet the latter. Hell, I know because I saw him in a window room just last week. That little blonde he was fucking sure as hell wasn't you."

"Shut up!" Manuelo stalked furiously across the room, moving around the couch until he was only feet from them, the gun pointed straight at Morganna's heart. "You will shut up or I will kill this whore now."

Clint was silent. She could feel the satisfaction flowing from him, though, just as she felt the complete readiness of his body. That he thought he knew what he was doing, Morganna had no doubt. But that black weapon wasn't pointing at him; it was pointing at her. She stared down the barrel warily.

"You're going to let him defeat you," Jenna hissed at Diego's ear. "This wasn't the plan. Give me the Syringe and we'll take her out of here."

"Over my dead body," Clint drawled.

"That can be arranged." The anger building in Jenna was clear. She was livid.

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