Was there something she wanted to tell him? Yeah, actually, there was one thing.
“I love you.”
That made him smile.
“And I love you, Elizabeth. Tits and all.”
In that moment, through all of this, she knew she was lucky. Love wasn’t the problem.
Her soul was.
“Good,” she said. “Keep loving me,” she said.
The man embraced her, holding her against his much bigger body, and as he did, she whispered in his ear.
“I’ll miss you,” he said. “You don’t have to tell me. I’ve been there. I walked away from the FBI before, too.”
And there it was.
Apparently, they had even more in common than just Ethan Blackhawk.
He held up his pinkie, the one he had, and she locked hers to it.
“Don’t lose this one. Thumb-y swear is weird.”
He snorted.
Yes, yes, it was.
For Elizabeth, it had been a rough chase, but now, it was time to end this.
Once.
And.
For.
All.
Heading toward the man, she got that show on the road. This was his just desserts, as Charlie would say all of those years ago.
And she was all about force-feeding him them.
When she nodded, Jagger pulled the hood off of the man’s head, and he sat there, staring.
In front of him, there were two coffins, and his eyes went huge the minute he saw them.
Elizabeth hoped he recognized them.
When she nodded again, Jagger ripped the duct tape off of his mouth, taking some skin with it.
Devon screamed from the pain.
Oh, he hadn’t seen anything yet.
Elizabeth got down to business.
“See that nice mercenary over there?” she asked, pointing at Rogue, who was sitting on a pallet, his laptop on his lap. “Right now, Devon, every last penny of your money in your secret accounts is being transferred back from Colombia,” she stated, as his eyes went huge.
