Page 99 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

LET'S GO!" CLINT JERKED FROM her the second the pulse of the alarm echoed through the suite, throwing his shirt at her before quickly fixing his pants and fastening them. Morganna struggled into his shirt, her fingers fumbling as her eyes lifted to the entrance of the kitchen and she froze, aware of Clint doing the same as they faced the nightmare that had been haunting her.

Roberto Manuelo stood in the entrance between the living room and the kitchen, a benign smile on his face as he held the small, lethal submachine gun in one arm, his finger caressing the trigger with obvious enjoyment. At his side stood Jenna Lancaster.

"I would not bother dressing." He watched them with a fanatical gleam in his black eyes. "I would only have to undress her later, and this would only irritate me."

Morganna pulled the edges of Clint's shirt around her staring back at the two in shock.

"I told you she would never suspect me," Jenna drawled mockingly as she propped her hand on a wide hip and tossed her dark hair from her eyes. Her gaze gleamed with a drugged intensity that was almost terrifying. "No more than Mr. Hot Ass Masters thought his private key cards could be duplicated. All it took was being at the right place at the right time. He'll never know how it easy it was to fool him and his precious security bitch."

Morganna breathed in deeply, fighting for control as SHE felt Clint's gun by her foot. There was no way to drop and grab it. The machine gun Manuelo carried would cut through the leather couch in seconds. The only chance they had was to hide the gun.

As the thought raked through her mind, she felt Clint shift, felt his arm come around her as he pulled her against him, subtly pushing the gun against the edge of the couch with his foot as he did so.

"The alarm is wired directly to Masters' control center, Roberto," Clint told the other man quietly. "He'll know you're here."

"My little Jenna took care of this as well." His smile was cold, cruel. "She has been quite an asset in this little venture, just as Samuels was. Of course, her little tryst with one of Drage's security personnel helped immensely. It seemed he gleaned a bit of perverse pleasure from fucking in his boss's office. All it takes to succeed, my dear, is finding the weak link. And he was so very weak when it came to the lovely Jenna."

Morganna saw the calculating gleam in Manuelo's eyes as he flicked a glance to Jenna. He would kill the other girl, and Morganna knew it. Jenna's usefulness to him was at an end.

"And what do you get out of this, Jenna?" Morganna asked bitterly.

"I get rid of you." Jenna rolled her eyes mockingly. "The darling of the office and the clubs. Every Dom wants you, or wants to be like you. You've been a thorn in my side since you showed up, bitch. I'll be Roberto's woman, as soon as all this unpleasantness is over."

Morganna shook her head in confusion. "I didn't do any-thing to you, Jenna."

"'You didn't do anything for me, either." The other girl curled her lip in a sneer. "Every Dom I attempted to snag for myself wanted you instead. Everyone wanted to be Morganna's little friend. It was sickening. But being rid of you is only the icing on the cake. As Diego's right hand, Roberto was something you don't, sweetie, an unlimited bank account and all the power I crave."

Power she would never live to enjoy.

"He'll kill you," Morganna whispered. "You'll never enjoy the money or the power, Jenna."

Jenna frowned, her gaze moving slowly to Manuelo as she shook her head. "He needs me. Don't you, Robby?"

"Of course, sweetheart." There was a sneer in his words as his thin lips curled into a facsimile of a smile. "You are always safe."

A triumphant smile curved Jenna's fuller lips as she turned back to Morganna.

"We have Diego's uncle and nephew," Clint said. "They didn't get away."

Manuelo chuckled at that. "They are acceptable losses as far as I'm concerned. This wasn't by Fuentes' orders anyway. He won't care to kill them for being stupid."

Manuelo was as sick, as demented, as Fuentes.

"If not by Fuentes' orders, then why?" Clint narrowed his eyes on the couple.

"Revenge." Manuelo's lips twisted as a grimace shaped his expression. "Your bitch is responsible for my brother's death. When she turned him in, allowed those bastard DEA agents to arrest him, Diego killed him. Now you can both pay for it. Diego may be willing to play with you for the life of the family you killed in Colombia, but I don't play."

"Yeah." Clint's voice was cool, chilling in its complete lack of emotion. "That was a shame about your brother there, Robby, but from what I heard, he made a hell of a spy into your little organization."

Manuelo's eyes flickered with rage. "Never. Santos would never have betrayed me."

"Why do you think he was meeting with Markwell?" Clint said softly. "That's why Fuentes killed him. He contacted my man in an attempt to find me. You're a disease. Manuelo, just like your boss. Even your brother knew it."

"You lie! You bastard. I raised Adonis. He was there to kill your man."

Clint snorted. "Uh-huh. Yeah. He knew he could take on a SEAL. Come on, Robby, you know better than that. That's why Fuentes killed him for you. Gutted him like a fish, because he was giving Markwell information."

"He's picking at you, Robby," Jenna whispered at his side, her hand gripping his arm imperatively. "Don't let him make you angry, sweetie."

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