“I can see why Grey doesn’t want to do it,” Sydney said. “It’s hella dangerous, but I know who can help you pull it off.”
“You,” he replied without hesitation.
She tucked her hair behind her ears. “One hundred percent. I’m your best chance of getting this done.”
“I hear you on that, but no one’s gonna agree to it.” Then, he shoved off the wall he’d been leaning against and held out his hand. “Time to sleep, but not before I love you.”
“I’m pretty fired up.”
He shot her a smile. “I can handle whatever you got.”
“I got a lot,” she replied. “And I can’t wait to unleash it on you.”
“Is Sydney gonna let out her inner beast?” he asked as they headed toward the residential section.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” she replied.
TEDDY
Teddy was feeling moredetermined than ever. After loving his woman—and loving her good—they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Though they only got four hours of sleep, it was a solid four.
They’d managed to get in a partial workout with weights and, while they both desperately needed a full-tilt run aroundthe surrounding neighborhoods, they weren’t feelingthatlucky.
He’d called an eight-thirty meeting and was stoked the entire team showed up. Even though Greystone had rejected is idea, he wasn’t backing down. He needed BLACK OPS to hear it too.
Just as he was about to start, Slash entered the room.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“You called a meeting,” she replied.
Teddy rose, offered her his chair. With a smile, she eased down.
“You’re a beast, Amanda May, and you’ve got my total respect,” Teddy said to her.
“I’m angry as hell,” Slash bit out, “and I’m ready to rock it out.”
With the conference room chairs filled, Teddy stood next to Slash at the head.
“Team,” he began, “thanks for being here on such short notice.”
He flashed the screenshot of the pic he’d uploaded of the slain Haqazzii terrorist, along with the response from the terror cell.
You got lucky. Won’t happen again.
And he waited while every single person in that room voiced their frustration. Sin shoved out of his chair so hard, it smacked against the side wall.
“I’d bedeadif it wasn’t for Sydney,” Slash bit out. “We’d all be dead. There’s no telling how bad things could have gotten.” Then, she glanced around. “Where is Sydney?”
“In an office, down the hall,” Greystone replied. “She’s not BLACK OPS.”
“Our loss,” Addison said, and her sister, Brit, agreed.
“I called the meeting because I have an idea,” Teddy continued. “It’s extreme. To be completely transparent, I ran it by Greystone and Caroline. They rejected it because it’s too dangerous?—”
“We live for danger,” Rebel and Hawk said together, then fist-bumped each other.
“We’ve got eyes on us,” Teddy said. “And we’re being hunted. At some point, the terror cell will find the Black Site. At that point, game over.”
