The Omega Team: Hot Rod (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Sabrina York
her.
Thank heaven for Jon. God only know where she’d have ended up if not for him. In a gutter somewhere with a needle in her arm, probably.
But even Jon hadn’t saved her. He’d simply given her the opportunity to save herself. And she’d taken it. It had required courage she hadn’t known she had to confront Jimmy. To face him in a court of law. To lift her hand and point her finger and send that soulless fuck to prison for fifty consecutive life sentences. Only one of the myriad charges had mattered to her.
Jimmy had beaten her mother to death one night. Right in front of her eyes.
Though she could never have her poor mother back, it had given her a blinding satisfaction to see Jimmy led off in shackles.
After that, the witness relocation program had been a breeze. She’d stepped into yet another unfamiliar world. Adopted a new identity. Become someone else.
By now, it was an old habit, reinventing herself. Playing parts. Lying to everyone. Even herself.
Her battlements were so high and so impregnable, no one could break through.
Which was why she was so angry that Matt had. He’d just sashayed in and cut through her stony barricades as though they were forged of butter and he had a hot knife.
Damn him anyway.
How dare he challenge her fortitude?
How dare he kiss her?
New fury rose, and twined with it was a shard of pain.
Had he kissed her because he thought she was a hooker and therefore would suffer his attentions without complaint? Or had he kissed her because he’d wanted to?
Before that tendril of idiotic hope could sprout, she squashed it beneath an indomitable boot. It didn’t matter why he’d kissed her. It really didn’t.
It sure as shit wasn’t going to happen again.
The sound of car doors slamming roused her, but only as far as the door to her room. She stood there and peered out into the ratty living area as Ace and Cooper tromped into the cabin. Though she hadn’t had a chance to talk to either of them, she’d already pegged them. Grey had helped with some of their background information—though a lot of their files had been classified. Matt’s too. It didn’t matter. Sam was good at what she did, and reading men was something at which she excelled.
Cooper seemed, on the surface, to be your typical gung-ho grunt from the Midwest, full of yes ma’ams and affected manners. He was a handsome guy with an outgoing manner, but Sam had no doubt that there, under that dimpled smile, was a hard-ass.
Ace was a different story altogether. He was a hard-ass on the surface and a total bastard beneath. He wasn’t as pretty as his two brothers in arms, with harsh, sharp features and a coarse demeanor. Of the three, he was the one she trusted least. Something in his eyes warned her that he was like a snake who could strike with no warning.
And then there was Matt.
Her gaze flicked to him and her gut clenched.
Though Grey had told these men they were here to protect her from Don Reymundo, that hadn’t precisely been the truth.
Okay, it had been a complete lie. The complete opposite.
She was here to protect them .
The fact was, Grey suspected one of these three men was working for the drug kingpin, and had provided intelligence that had fucked up their last mission. It had cost one of Grey’s elite warriors his life. If Grey was right, one of these men, these men he had handpicked for his Omega Team, was a traitor.
And daham . Had Grey been furious about that.
In response, he had turned to his friend Jon Rudnick, Sam’s boss and the commander of the elite Guardian Angels Protective Services. The two had devised a plan to flush out the traitor.
It was Sam’s job to pose as a decoy hooker, to see if she could identify the mole and, if necessary, protect the other members of the team against any treachery. Grey didn’t want to lose any more of his men, especially not to a traitor’s bullet. As for the real Vixen LaFleur, she was safely ensconced in the Omega Team headquarters,
Thank heaven for Jon. God only know where she’d have ended up if not for him. In a gutter somewhere with a needle in her arm, probably.
But even Jon hadn’t saved her. He’d simply given her the opportunity to save herself. And she’d taken it. It had required courage she hadn’t known she had to confront Jimmy. To face him in a court of law. To lift her hand and point her finger and send that soulless fuck to prison for fifty consecutive life sentences. Only one of the myriad charges had mattered to her.
Jimmy had beaten her mother to death one night. Right in front of her eyes.
Though she could never have her poor mother back, it had given her a blinding satisfaction to see Jimmy led off in shackles.
After that, the witness relocation program had been a breeze. She’d stepped into yet another unfamiliar world. Adopted a new identity. Become someone else.
By now, it was an old habit, reinventing herself. Playing parts. Lying to everyone. Even herself.
Her battlements were so high and so impregnable, no one could break through.
Which was why she was so angry that Matt had. He’d just sashayed in and cut through her stony barricades as though they were forged of butter and he had a hot knife.
Damn him anyway.
How dare he challenge her fortitude?
How dare he kiss her?
New fury rose, and twined with it was a shard of pain.
Had he kissed her because he thought she was a hooker and therefore would suffer his attentions without complaint? Or had he kissed her because he’d wanted to?
Before that tendril of idiotic hope could sprout, she squashed it beneath an indomitable boot. It didn’t matter why he’d kissed her. It really didn’t.
It sure as shit wasn’t going to happen again.
The sound of car doors slamming roused her, but only as far as the door to her room. She stood there and peered out into the ratty living area as Ace and Cooper tromped into the cabin. Though she hadn’t had a chance to talk to either of them, she’d already pegged them. Grey had helped with some of their background information—though a lot of their files had been classified. Matt’s too. It didn’t matter. Sam was good at what she did, and reading men was something at which she excelled.
Cooper seemed, on the surface, to be your typical gung-ho grunt from the Midwest, full of yes ma’ams and affected manners. He was a handsome guy with an outgoing manner, but Sam had no doubt that there, under that dimpled smile, was a hard-ass.
Ace was a different story altogether. He was a hard-ass on the surface and a total bastard beneath. He wasn’t as pretty as his two brothers in arms, with harsh, sharp features and a coarse demeanor. Of the three, he was the one she trusted least. Something in his eyes warned her that he was like a snake who could strike with no warning.
And then there was Matt.
Her gaze flicked to him and her gut clenched.
Though Grey had told these men they were here to protect her from Don Reymundo, that hadn’t precisely been the truth.
Okay, it had been a complete lie. The complete opposite.
She was here to protect them .
The fact was, Grey suspected one of these three men was working for the drug kingpin, and had provided intelligence that had fucked up their last mission. It had cost one of Grey’s elite warriors his life. If Grey was right, one of these men, these men he had handpicked for his Omega Team, was a traitor.
And daham . Had Grey been furious about that.
In response, he had turned to his friend Jon Rudnick, Sam’s boss and the commander of the elite Guardian Angels Protective Services. The two had devised a plan to flush out the traitor.
It was Sam’s job to pose as a decoy hooker, to see if she could identify the mole and, if necessary, protect the other members of the team against any treachery. Grey didn’t want to lose any more of his men, especially not to a traitor’s bullet. As for the real Vixen LaFleur, she was safely ensconced in the Omega Team headquarters,
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