Born to kill.
He’d been told that for so long.
“No, man, I know what you
think
you are,” Jasper said with a sigh. “But I tell you this...if a woman like her ever gave me the look—the kind of look I saw her give you—I’d do anything for her.”
He had done anything. He’d given her up. That had been everything. “Don’t push me on this,” Logan warned. He’d hate to have to kick his friend’s butt again.
But Jasper just blinked slowly and kept his smile. “Maybe I should be talking to her, comforting
her.
”
“You stay away from her.”
“Like that, huh?” Before he could answer, Jasper gave him a long, considering look and said, “At twenty-two, I can still see you being a dumb kid who could manage to give her up. But now, after everything you’ve been through, after all we’ve done, I’m betting that sweet slice of paradise is pretty tempting, isn’t it?”
She’d tempted him from day one and was still tempting him. When he’d had her beneath him at that cabin. When he’d been touching her skin, feeling her soft flesh beneath his...
“You really think you can let her go again?”
Logan didn’t speak.
Jasper nodded. “Thought so.” Whistling, he stalked away.
This time, Logan didn’t look at his reflection. He didn’t want to see the man who stared back at him. The man who just might be desperate enough to try to force Juliana to stay with him.
Even when he knew she deserved more.
* * *
J
ULIANA SAT ON THE
small bed in the lab room, her head down, staring at the tiled floor. Logan stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her.
But then her head tilted back, and her gaze found his.
Silence, the kind that said too much.
He hesitated, then said, “I’ve got clothes for you. Shoes.” Logan strode forward and put the bag down beside her. Then, because he couldn’t help himself, his hands rose toward her.
She tensed.
“Easy,” he whispered. “I just want to check...” He brushed back her hair, knowing exactly where Liz would have placed the implant. His finger slid up her neck, then slipped around beneath the heavy weight of her hair. The bandage was small, barely an inch long, and flat.
“I’m fine,” Juliana said. He stood close to her, intimately close. And Logan didn’t remove his hands.
He didn’t want to. “Are you sure? Any pain, any—”
She shook her head.
Step back.
He pulled in a breath and dropped his hands. “Once you’ve changed, we’ll head out.”
Her hand grabbed his arm. He was the one who tensed then. “Where are we going this time? Another cabin in the woods? Another safe house?”
“No.”
Confusion filled the darkness of her gaze.
“No more hiding.” The order had come from above. From the man who’d formed the EOD. Syd had picked up rumors online that Guerrero was on American soil. Rumors they suspected were fact. He was close...they just had to make him come in even closer.
And Logan’s boss wanted them on the offensive.
“We need to make Guerrero afraid. We want him to worry that he’s been compromised.”
Mercer’s words. He’d talked to Logan on the phone less than five minutes ago.
“When the woman is hiding, he knows he has the power. Get her out. Put her in public. Make Guerrero think we’ve got the evidence on him. He needs to be the one running.”
Easy for Mercer to say. He didn’t know Juliana. She was just a witness to him. An important one, no doubt, but the idea of putting her in danger wouldn’t rip his guts out.
“Where are we going?” Juliana asked again, then her eyes widened. “Unless...maybe there’s no ‘we’ now, maybe the EOD—”
“We’re staying with you.” As if anyone could pry him away when she was in danger.
She nodded, exhaling.
“But we’re not hiding. Guerrero’s power is fear. He wants you afraid. Pulling you away from everything you know. He wants to isolate you. That’s key for him.” The man knew how to intimidate and control his enemies.
And his friends. Luis Sanchez...hell, he still couldn’t believe the guy had chosen to shove a knife into his heart instead of talking.
“Marie...”
He pushed the memory away, just like he did all the bloodstained memories that wanted to haunt him.
As far as the EOD was concerned, it was time for a new tactic with Juliana. “My boss—Mercer—he wants you seen in public. We want to make Guerrero become the one who’s afraid. We want him to think that we’ve found the evidence. That we’re secure. The idea is that he’ll get desperate when he thinks we’re closing in, and desperate men make mistakes.” He’d seen it happen over and over again.
“Do I have a choice in this?”
Her words stopped him cold, and in that instant...
Logan realized that some things were more important than following orders.
“Yes.” He kept his voice calm with an effort. “You do. If you want me to take you out of Mississippi, to get you as far from Guerrero and his goons as I can, you say the word.”
Her lips parted.
“If you want to stay here, to stand off against him and make him become the hunted, then we’ll do that. It’s your life.
You
make the choice.” He’d back her up, even if he had to go alone, without the other EOD agents riding shotgun.
So Logan waited.
Her hand rose. Touched the small bandage on the back of her neck. “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life running.”
Logan knew people who had spent years running. That life—it stunk. Always looking over your shoulder, never letting your guard down.
But there was something else she needed to understand before she made her choice. “Mercer’s worried we have a leak at the EOD. That if we tried to take you to another secret location...”
It wouldn’t be secret.
“Guerrero shouldn’t have found us so quickly. Shouldn’t have known the things he did.”
So Mercer was saying that hiding wasn’t an option. No, that hiding
with
the EOD wasn’t an option.
Logan was pretty sure he could make Juliana disappear just fine on his own.
He could see the struggle on Juliana’s face. Safety...where did it lie?
With me.
If she’d just trust him again.
“No hiding.” Juliana gave a slow nod. “That’s not...that’s not the way I want to live. I don’t want to be afraid, every day, that he’s coming after me.”
Did she even realize how strong she truly was?
“I want to go after him. I want Guerrero to fear. He took away so much.” She swallowed and exhaled slowly. “It’s time for me to take away from him.”
Damn straight.
“Let him think I have the evidence. Let him think we’re tearing his life apart.” Her words came stronger now. “And then let’s destroy him.”
“We will.” A vow.
* * *
D
IEGO STARED AT THE MAN
before him. A man who sat, bound, with his arms and legs tied to a chair. A black bag covered his head and the fool was screaming at the top of his lungs.
Did he actually think help would come?
Diego sighed. “Why were you getting ready to leave town, Mr. McLintock?” Because he had been. Diego had sent a man to follow McLintock months ago. Back when he’d first realized that the senator was holding back.
The senator had to trust someone. Someone had been there to help with all the deals.
The someone who’d just stopped screaming.
“I—I was just going to visit my mother. She—she lives in Florida.”
It was the wrong response. Ben McLintock should have been asking why he was being held. Demanding to know who’d taken him.
Not rushing to answer with a pat response.
“After all that happened with the senator, I—I needed to get away.”
Still wrong.
Diego nodded to his men. The bag wasn’t needed any longer.
One man stepped forward and yanked it from McLintock’s head. McLintock’s gaze flew around the small room, then locked on Diego.
“You know who I am,” Diego said as he stared right back at the other man.
McLintock gave a small nod.
“That will make things easier.” Diego lifted his hand and gave a little two-fingered wave. His man, Mario, knew what that signal meant.
A knife was immediately shoved into McLintock’s shoulder.
The senator’s aide screamed.
Diego dropped his hand. “You were working for the senator.” The authorities had to know that, too. So he’d had to be so careful when he made his move on this man. But lucky for him, McLintock had been the one to escape from the guards that the government had put on him.
His man had been driving the taxi that picked up McLintock.
“I—I don’t know what—”
Sighing, Diego lifted two fingers.
“No!”
McLintock said. Mario paused and Diego cocked a brow. “I—I was... I just delivered packages for him, okay? I didn’t even know what was in them, not until the feds came in and started asking all their questions.” Blood soaked his fancy shirt. “Then Aaron offered me money to keep quiet.”
Sure, as if Diego believed that was the way things had gone down. This man had known about the deals. Probably from day one. He’d been taking money, stashing it away just like James had.
But James hadn’t escaped. Neither would McLintock.
“Where’s the evidence?”
“I don’t know. I swear!”
Diego gave his two-fingered wave. The knife sank into McLintock’s left shoulder this time. More screams. More blood.
“I’ll ask again.”
“I don’t know!”
The knife sank into his left thigh.
“I need that evidence...”
“J-James said he was giving it...to his daughter...s-safekeeping...”
The knife sank into his right thigh.
“I don’t know anything else!”
He could almost believe him.
“
Please...
let me go...”
Was the many crying now? How pitiful. “I will,” Diego promised him. What would be the point in keeping him? A few more moments, and he’d know if McLintock had any more secrets to tell. After that...
He could go free.
“Tell me, what do you know about the bomb in the cemetery?”
McLintock flinched. “Nothing!”
“Lies just make the pain last longer.” He knew exactly how to get to this one. Pain. McLintock howled when Mario went to work on him again.
“I didn’t set it! I didn’t!” McLintock was definitely crying now.
He also sounded honest. Pity. McLintock had been one of the few with open access to the senator’s house and to his car. But if it hadn’t been McLintock, then that did narrow down his pool of suspects.
Diego nodded to Mario. “You know what to do.”
A muscle flexed in Mario’s jaw.
“Y-you’re gonna let me go, right?” McLintock was soaked in blood and straining against his bonds. “You’ll let me go?”
“Of course.” Diego turned away. “Once I’m sure you don’t have any other secrets to tell...”
Fear tightened McLintock’s face.
“So perhaps you’d better keep talking,” Diego advised, “or else Mario will keep cutting.”
* * *
T
HE MANSION THAT SAT
high up on the hill, its stone walls stark and cold, had never seemed like home to Juliana.
The building had felt more like a tomb.
It sure looked like one from a distance.
“We’ve got a press conference scheduled for eight o’clock,” Gunner said from his seat up front. “You’re gonna focus on Guerrero during that talk. Time to start rattling the SOB.”
Right. She nodded. She’d say or do whatever was necessary.
No more fear.
She wasn’t going to stand in the middle of any more bloodbaths. As it was, Juliana had more than enough gore floating around in her mind to give her plenty of nightmares, thank you so much.
The SUV pulled to a stop. A cop car was behind them, another in front. Their escorts. Juliana knew that a large guard force would stay at the mansion. Added cover, sure, but the bodies were also designed to attract extra attention for them.
Here I am. Come and get me.
So they could get Guerrero.
Gunner exited the SUV and headed for the main entrance. Juliana knew the heavy iron security gates would have already closed behind them, locking the vehicles inside.
She glanced over at the house. This had been her father’s place, not hers.
“Why did you always hate it here?” Logan’s quiet question surprised her.
Shrugging a little, she said, “Because it’s cold inside. It’s just a big fancy tomb.” Her palms flattened against her jeans. “My mother died one week after we moved into this house. She was coming home and a drunk driver slammed into her.”
Juliana had been twelve. Her mother’s death had torn her whole life apart.
And her father—he’d become someone completely different. He’d stopped caring about people. Only focused on
things.
More wealth. More houses.
“It was never home,” she said, staring at all the windows. “And it always smelled like a funeral.” Because of the flowers. So many had come after her mother’s death. For weeks the house had been overflowing.
Then the flowers had started to wither and die.
She glanced back at Logan and was surprised by the pain she saw flash across his face. “Logan?”
“I’m sorry about your mother. I heard...she was a great lady.”
This part she could remember so well. “She was.” Her mother had been the good that balanced out her father. She’d always made him be
better.
Without her, he’d fallen apart.
Juliana reached for her door. Her shoes made no sound as she headed up the elaborate walk. Logan was at her side and—
“You’re alive!”
The woman’s high cry had Juliana’s head jerking up. Then she saw Susan Walker, her father’s assistant, rushing toward her.
Susan caught her in a big, tight hug, a hug that smelled of expensive body lotion and red wine. “I thought you’d died! You disappeared after the explosion and no one would tell me anything....” She pulled back, gazing up at Juliana with wide, worried eyes. “I mean, on the news, they said that you’d survived. But I never
saw
you!” Susan’s words tumbled out too fast. “And I was so worried!”