Page 29 of Nightstalker

“Jas, there’s some shit we have to discus,” Eric stated using a coaxing voice.

Wrong fucking thing to do, Jasmin looked like she was keyed up and ready to go to blows with Eric now, too.

“Really, ya’ don’t think? What’s with the patronizing voice?” Shaking her head, she rounded the couch and sat down.

Good, she would need to be sitting when she heard this. The time for my reckoning was here. I could no longer put it off. My normal cocky attitude was full of self-doubt. Fuck it. I just had to rip it off like a band aid. Fast and painless.

“I have to tell you about what really happened in Russia.”

Chapter Thirteen

Jasmin

“What the hell did you say? What about Russia?” I asked, glad I was sitting down for that declaration.

Fucking A, couldn’t I just get one day without shit piling up on my lap? Yesterday I got a bomb the size of Hiroshima obliterating my world, now Russia.

“So let me get this shit straight. Yesterday I find out that the President is my long lost fucking uncle, no disrespect, Sir. Then I find out that my dead father, the man that raised me, Zane’s dad, and my uncle the President were all CIA operatives. Part of an operation that took out an assassin’s father. Now for the big God damn cherry on that shit pile, said assassin is out for revenge and trying to kill the President of the United States. Did I get all that shit straight? Because I haven’t even begun to process all this. Now you fuckers want to pile Russia on top of me?” I was on a tirade. I jumped up and started my normal pacing. “Can’t a girl catch a break? What the fuck? I have asked for two God damn years about Russia. Now all of a sudden you fuckers wanna be forthright.”

Once I was done with my mini temper tantrum all the men in the room looked like I had grown three heads. Shit and damn! Seriously though, why can’t a girl catch a break?

“Jas I need you to listen….” Z had the audacity to even speak to me.

“Do not ‘Jas’ me asshole. Two years, two whole fucking years I have talked to you about Russia, begging you to help me understand, and now I find out you fucking lied to me. You’re a God damn liar. I have never betrayed you and how do you repay me? Fuck all of you!” I was on a roll. All my control had slipped. I felt my vision start to blacken. Not again! Please, Lord, do not let me black out again. These God damn headaches were killing me. They were getting worse. Before I could hit the floor, strong arms wrapped around me and I was off my feet. Unwillingly, I pressed my face into his neck and inhaled the familiar scent of Linc. Strong and comforting, safe and familiar, why did Linc always feel so safe?

“You’re safe. I’ve got you, Sweet Jasmin.” I heard a muffled far away voice.

“Please, Ghost, help me.” I whimpered, half unconscious.

I felt my body rocking and something cool pressed against my forehead. My eyes slowly started to open. I tried to close them again to keep the memory from fading. It was like déjà vu. I had been here before, I had felt this before. I just could not place where and the memory wouldn’t stay in my mind long enough to pull it out.

When I opened my eyes I saw it on each of their faces. Guilt. They had all lied to me, they knew something. I had to get the hell out of here. I jumped off Linc’s lap before he had a chance to stop me.

“Get the fuck away from me, all of you.” Before I could take one step towards the door a large hand grabbed my arm.

On instinct I spun around and threw out a punch. Linc dodged his head to the side just as my fist glided through the space where his face had been. Before I even knew what happened I was wrapped up in a tight hold.

“Calm the fuck down woman,” Linc shouted in my ear.

I continued to struggle and fight his hold to no avail. My last resort was to bite down on his forearm.

“Christ. Mother fuck. Woman, I am two seconds from turning you over my knee and spanking your ass red, and not the fun kind of spanking. Stop fucking moving. NOW!” Linc snapped as he twisted me in his hold, not allowing me to move.

“If you even try to spank me I will shoot your ass dead. Do not fuck with me, Lincoln Parker. I am done with this bullshit,” I threatened.

I felt his grip loosen just enough for me to drop down, lowering my center of gravity. Taking him by surprise I stepped out to the side and reached my right hand up behind his neck. In one smooth practiced motion I rolled Lincoln’s body over my hip. He hit the ground with a loud thud.

“Fuck you!” I screamed and looked down at Linc flat on his back.

Before I could move, Linc was on his feet and I was over his shoulder. One large hand came down on my ass with a smack. This asshole spanked me. He actually, fucking spanked me in front of my team and the President.

“Let me the fuck down.” I pounded on his back.

“Shut the fuck up.” He smacked my ass again.

We entered into one of the down stairs bedrooms and I went flying onto the bed, hitting it so hard I bounced.

“Now what, Lincoln? You wanna go another round? You think you can fuck me now that I am not so weak and vulnerable like I was last night?”