Deadly Spurs Read Online Free Page A

told her he wanted a relationship, he felt a connection with h er and wanted to see where it led. Arden had felt the same way and had been over the moon when he agreed with her feelings. They had both fought the attraction since the day they met and now, it was gone. Taken from her without her knowledge. For weeks she had waited for Mason to call and tell her to come to him, for weeks she cried for her brother and Mason. Well fuck him . She knew Dagwood would want her to call Mason and ask for help, but she refused. If she needed help, she had to do it one her own, there was no other choice. Mason made his decision.
    Arden sniffe d. Damn it, she had gotten herself into something, but she had no idea what. One day she was at work, busily working to get a case off to the courts. In her job, they couldn’t make mistakes like missing a filing. Being a law secretary, it was up to her to keep things running smoothly. What her boss was thinking right now she had no idea. She only hoped she had a job to go back to when this was over.
    Okay, think . Dagwood taught her how to evade and protect herself. She had rolled her eyes often enough at him, and now she needed to remember the lectures her best friend gave her. Wait , he gave her a phone number to call if she was in trouble. Some SEAL who worked on a different team, but lived in the area.
    Arden dug through her purse. She was in her car, the same place she had been for seven days, driving around the bayous where she could and then camping in the back seat. Thank goodness, she had been smart and gotten an SUV. The salesman tried to sell her something small and cute, but Dagwood had interrupted him and told him to show them the SUVs. It was the first purchase she made when she got her job. It had been so exciting, compared to not having the money to afford anything while she was in college. Hell, Dagwood had supported her through college, telling her that one of them needed to graduate.
    Both of them were from foster families, and had met at a Christmas party for the poor, needy children. Arden laughed, her parents had money, they just couldn’t control her. She thought sourly about her parents. It was easier to just pretend she was an orphan than to think about them.
    When she was fourteen, her father had an affair, Arden became very angry and acted out. Nothing major, just drinking, and staying out late. However, the one night when she was out and a guy she didn’t know robbed a liquor store while she was in the car waiting with her friends after they had asked him to buy it for them—was apparently the last straw. They placed her in the system, claiming she had been unruly. Who the fuck even said that word anymore? Arden refused to go back home when she finally realized she was hurting herself because of her father’s mistake.
    She had not spoken to he r parents in years; they obviously felt their only daughter was a disappointment. She was good with that. The only thing positive they gave her was her grandmother’s inheritance. Last year when she turned twenty-five, they had to turn it over, of course, not without a fight but she had won with the help of her boss. The fifty-five year old lawyer was more of a father to her than her own was. Arden knew if she called him he would help her, but she refused to put him in danger. Especially when she had no clue who or what she was dealing with.
    When Dagwood died they notified her, she had been his only next of kin contact. She was put in touch with the family support. The last few weeks they asked them to call and check in regularly. No explanation, nothing, so Arden assumed it had something to do with one of the missions. Dagwood couldn't tell her about them, but she knew they were dangerous.
    Last week had been crazy and she had forgotten to call in. Then she received a strange call from someone claiming to be with the family support. However, the phone number had not matched the one they gave her to save in her phone so she