Act of Surrender: An Immortal Ops World Novel (PSI-Ops / Immortal Ops Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

The news of her saving herself moved him in a strange way—he shouldn’t have cared about her sexual life choices. They were her choices after all, and he’d seen too many men think they knew what was best for a woman and her body to dare do the same. Yet, he found great pleasure in hearing she’d not let just any ole man touch her. “Good.”  
    “I gotta jet,” she said with a tiny moan that turned him on even more. “I just wanted to talk to you quick. Will you be on later?”  
    “I will,” he said, wanting her to remain on the line. Her voice soothed him and helped chase away his overthinking.
    “Take care of you, Doc Wolf.”  
    “You too, GothGirl.”
    She ended the chat and James suddenly felt very empty without her voice in his ear. He craved every moment he could get with her, even though they were virtual moments. Her voice always seemed to wrap around him, making his body tingle with need and his cock ache for release. He’d not wanted another like this ever. Hell, he hadn’t even come close to this level of desire before, and he’d been around a long time.  
    Get a fucking grip, Jimmy , he said to himself.

Chapter Two

    Doctor Bertrand paced before the window of the rather unimpressive apartment he’d been calling home for the past week. How could anyone live this way? At least the smell of the rotting corpse was gone. Had the previous resident of the apartment simply listened and obeyed when Bertrand and his men had ordered him to be silent, he might still be alive.
    Bertrand laughed. Who was he kidding? He’d have killed the man regardless. His lip curled as he looked around the apartment, noting the distinct lack of high-end furnishing he was accustomed to. He’d been living the good life, but all that changed. When he’d tried to reach out to the Corporation for help after the raid in France, his calls had gone unanswered. It was days before he had been able to get a response, and it wasn’t the one he was expecting. They blamed him for it all. Claimed he had lost sight of the vision and the mission.  
    That animal had reduced him to this. Had left Bertrand living just shy of the gutters.
    “He shall know no mercy,” he said with brutal detachment.
    Test Subject 87P.
    Though, the test subject had a name now to go with the face. He was no longer a number.  
    Dr. James Hagen.
    Bertrand went to the broken mirror, hanging tilted from the wall. Peeling wallpaper that had yellowed with age lay partially over one corner of the mirror’s edge. How any could live this way—permitting their surroundings to be as such—was a mystery to him.
    Bertrand’s lips curved upwards, revealing his now-jagged teeth. They had changed when his anger had overtaken him just over two weeks ago. Prior to that, the injections he’d been giving himself—a mixture of varying strands of supernatural DNA and other ingredients known only to him—had been working, increasing his strength, his stamina, his vision, his hearing. But that had all changed when he found himself enraged. He had become what looked back at him in the mirror now. Some sort of disfigured monster. Worse even than the hybrids he and the others like him had been working so hard on creating.
    An abomination.
    But a powerful one.
    He stared at his reflection, no longer recognizing himself as the man he had been. His skin was gray, his face drawn. A ring of red surrounded his irises. Sores had started to form on his skin, pus-filled and swollen. His hair had been falling out in clumps, leaving it patchy at best. He was something to be feared now, as it should be. He was no longer weak. No longer something less than those he studied and experimented on.  
    He was a force unto himself.
    One they would all learn to respect, as they had not done before. Even his higher-ups had laughed at him, mocking his drive to find ways to turn ordinary humans—those lacking any traces of supernatural in their bloodlines—into something more.
    But Bertrand