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    “Wait just one fucking minute! Black Dolphin!” I quickly stood up and started pacing. I do my best thinking while pacing the floor, “Red Wing was dark for two years… deep cover in Russia. Eric started here at Z Corps with me two years ago, and before that I was in the Ukraine on a black op with the CIA…and Z was a consultant when we were taken.”
    I stalled not wanting to remember that horrible time. The horrid smell of piss and blood was only overpowered by the smell of constant burning flesh. Branding. I did not want to relive my worst memories here in front of my team. I saved that for the dark of night, alone where no one could see my weakness and torment. When I sit alone and try and remember the missing pieces of that time, and when I sleep I relive what I do remember. In vivid, living color. Only to awake with headaches so bad I almost black out. Yeah, Z would yank my ass if he knew about those.
    “Orenburg Oblast” I spit out.
    I remember the guards speaking to each other when they thought I was unconscious after a beating. They were taking us to Orenburg Oblast, the city where The Black Dolphin was located. I just needed to remember more, “Was that where we were held?” I whispered. After the recovery mission the CIA scrubbed all records of Zane and I being in Russia. As a matter of fact my life as Laura Bennett had been cleaned from all CIA records, and Jasmin Smith was born in her place.
    I felt a hand on my shoulder, “Jasmin, baby girl sit down,” It was Drew; he was the only person alive that got away with calling me, ‘baby girl’.
    I didn’t realize I was almost starting to hyperventilate. Shit and damn!  I needed to reel my shit in and lock all this fucked up shit swirling around in my mind away. I could feel one of those headaches coming on now.
    “Jasmin…” Linc tried to call out my name. Seriously? The asshole wants to speak? I ignored him and faced Z instead.
    “Explain.” There was nothing else to say. One single word. Z knew what I was talking about.
    “Jas, do you want me to clear the room?” At least Z had the courtesy to ask.
    “These men are my brothers and they deserve to know too. I have nothing to hide from my team.” What else could I say? Each of these men would take a bullet for me.
    “It’s not pretty...” Eric started but before he could finish I shook my head at him, quieting him down.
    “Jasmin, you need to sit down,” Z ordered. He walked over to the credenza where all the liquor was kept.
    Oh fuck me, this was going to be worse than I thought. Not that talking about a time you were captured and beaten was a good time to begin with, but something was not adding up. All the fine hairs on my arms were standing straight up.
    This was happening, and it was happening in front of the new asshole. Fuck me! 
    Z set a tumbler full of amber liquid down in front of me. I knew it was Knob Creek; it was from Z’s personal stash. He kept the good shit for clients; expensive bottles of Lagavulin 21 Scotch and KORS vodka. Z always joked that he could not shed his poor “redneck” tastes and stomach drinking something that was equivalent to a private’s monthly salary. I slowly lifted the glass to my lips and savored the burn as I emptied the glass in one gulp. With all the strength I could muster I tried to fortify myself against the onslaught of painful memories. I looked at my team; Eric, Drew, Leo, Jaxon, Colin and now Lincoln Parker, AKA Mr. DDG, and what I saw on their faces made me want to rage and throw shit. Pity! Fucking pity .
    I am God damn Jasmin Smith, I do not do pity! Pity is for the weak minded, the meek. Bitches who want to play damsel in distress and have someone swoop in and save the day. Fuck that shit!

Chapter Four
    Lincoln
     
    Fuck, Jasmin was killing me. She was trying to put on a strong front but the look of fear in her beautiful hazel eyes was stirring every protective instinct I had.
    She was every bit as beautiful as I