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Apparently Quinn’s ex wasn’t the only inmate who’d escaped FCI. A second man—one Victor G. McMahon—had also been mistakenly released earlier that same day.

From the mugshot Parker had found while researching the crooked bastard on the flight here, there was no doubt in Parker’s mind. McMahon was the same man currently holding the woman Parker loved hostage.

At fucking gunpoint.

From what Pollard had revealed, a female guard had come forward to confess her part in the prison break. With her guilty conscience getting the best of her, the foolish woman had spilled it all…

How her sexual relationship with Reynolds had begun a few months back. The ways the charming bastard convinced her the love he’d claimed to feel for her was real. How, after sweet-talking her pants off yet again, Reynolds had convinced her to sneak him into the guard’s station so he could use the computer.

Using the lovestruck guard’s login, Reynolds accessed the inmate data base and changed his and McMahon’s release dates. The next morning—their release times set two hours apart to avoid looking too suspicious—both bastards had been escorted outside as free men.

Now they were here. Or at the very least, McMahon was here. And he’d just pulled Quinn through that fucking door.

Goddamnit!

Parker tried to focus on the positives. Quinn was alive and—from the sliver of a glance he’d gotten before she disappeared—she looked to be okay. But he knew better than most how quickly situations like this could turn, so he wasn’t about to stop. Not now.

Not when he was this close.

His trigger finger itched as he ran, more than ready to end anyone and everyone who’d played a part in Quinn’s abduction. Truth be told, McMahon would already be dead if Parker’d had a clear shot. But the way the asshole had been holding his hostage…

I couldn’t take the chance. Couldn’t risk hurting her.

He finally reached the door and—

“What the hell, man?” Asher caught up to him quickly. “I thought I told you to stay back.”

“Just like you did when Sydnee was taken from you?” He threw the man’s past back in his face. It was a low blow, he knew. But damn it, they were wastingtime!

Time Quinn didn’t have.

Parker’s palm met with the cool metal of the door’s knob. He started to turn it but was forced to stop when a gloved hand covered his with a firm grip.

“Goddamn it, Collins. Wait!”

“For what?” His seething gaze darted to Asher’s.

“Them, for starters.” A tilt of the other man’s head had showed the other members of Charlie Team heading in their direction. “Look, I get that you want Quinn safe. We all do. But you can’t just blindly run into a situation without a plan of attack.”

“You want a plan?” Parker challenged. “Fine. How about this? I’m going through this door, I’m going to run up those stairs, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to get her back.That’smy fucking plan!”

“Sounds like a really shitty one to me.”

Trace Winters—former Delta Force hero and leader of Charlie Team—closed in. Walking behind him were Kellan McBride, Greyson Frost, and Rhys Maddox.

Parker studied the deadly men as they came to a stop where he stood.

With his tall, muscular build, Winters was a force to be reckoned with. Given their training and lethal backgrounds, so were the others.

McBride was a former Marine, and the man’s toned stature, clean-cut look, and knowing gaze showed it. Frost, on the other hand, looked intimidating as hell.

With his large, muscular build, long brown hair, and intelligent eyes, the former SEAL was as good with computers as Parker. And despite his stone-cold killer looks, the man’s smile and kind demeanor gave away his gentle-giant heart.

Maddox, on the other hand…

The former Air Force Pararescuman was about the complete opposite of Frost in every way. Built more like a sculpted runner, the stoic man kept his nearly black hair short and neat. His unreadable expression typically fixed…except when talking about his fiancée.

But Parker didn’t care what these guys looked like or if they ever smiled. For him, it was about what they stood for…

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