Page 6 of Russian Rescue

Two... join them and use my skills to save those very same operatives.

I, of course, chose option two and was quickly whisked away to the FBI for a few months before Elite Stealth Force came in and stole me away from them. With Elite Stealth Force not being a real agency that anyone in the FBI knew about, it had gotten pretty hairy when an unknown man arrived and ended my time at the FBI. There’d been an all-out war over me while I’d sat looking between the men, but in the end, the Vice President had sent over a note that the FBI had to part with me.

The Vice President himself knew my identity. Me, Wesley Williams, just a regular kid from California who’d grown up loving computers. Crazy.

And that had been the start of my time working with Piper, Knox, and Marcus... a whirlwind adventure I’d gone on right from my own living room. And I’d loved every single second of my life with them... well, until now.

“Put him back. We’ll try again later,” the second man in all black growled.

Yes. I did it. I made it through another torture session without caving.

Feeling pretty proud of myself for enduring the shocks, kicks, and punches like a badass op, I slumped forward when they released my wrists. Each man took an elbow and dragged me down the long hallway back to the little room I’d called home since arriving here. They pushed me inside and slammed the door shut.

Relief washed over me while I stumbled to the little cot in the corner, collapsing onto it and grimacing at the pain that would form new bruises over my torso soon. I peeked open an eye and saw the bottle of water on the floor beside me. Thank God. Torture really made me thirsty.

I reached over and plucked it from the floor, screwing off the cap and downing it in one go. Glancing around, I hoped to see a tray of food they left roughly once a day, but nothing awaited me. My stomach growled at the thought of food, but I tried to ignore it.

Soon. They will get here soon.

Closing my eyes, I pushed aside the memories from the torture and the fears of what lay ahead for me. If captured, rest when you can was something else they’d taught the operatives because strength was needed to endure the torture. As exhaustion slumped my body, it didn’t take long for me to drift to sleep.

I wasn’t sure how long I was out, but the sound of my door handle turning woke me up. I sat up in bed, exhaling a breath as I prepared for the next wave of torment they’d throw at me. A sliver of light broke into the dim room as the door opened, a long shadow casting across the light spreading across the floor.

You’ve got this, Wes. Just hang on.

But instead of the large frames of the men who’d been taking me to and from my room to the computer room where they’d tortured me, a smaller silhouette filled the doorway. I squinted my eyes as they worked over the backlit curves of the body... curves I’d recognize anywhere.

“Piper!” I whispered as I ripped the thin sheet off me.

The now opened door let brightness flood into my room, and she stepped forward. She looked like a guardian angel surrounded by the aura of light breaking through the darkness. Her full red lips lifted into the signature smile that, like a siren calling them into the rocks, had seduced many men straight to their deaths. And I didn’t blame them. Between those exotic green eyes, her perfect form, and her sexy smile, there wasn’t a man on the planet that could resist her.

And I was at the top of that list... her number one fan since the first time I’d met her.

My gaze slipped over her admirable figure, currently covered in tight, black clothing with weapons strapped to her body and a bag slung over his shoulder. She looked like Lara Croft or a smoking hot GI Jane... well, GI Jane with great hair.

As I rushed toward her, her emerald eyes worked down the length of me, her mouth parting as she lifted her wide eyes to meet mine. I slid to a stop in front of her, wrapping her lithe body in my arms and squeezing her tight against me.

“I knew you’d come. I fucking knew it. Thank you,” I said into the black hair she was sporting today. It changed regularly along with the style, and I loved the surprise that came every time she popped up on my video screen. Our chameleon, as we called her. But no matter what wig, outfit, or makeup she wore, she always looked beautiful to me.

Now I was in a room with her, and she wasn’t just a face on my laptop. Piper was here in the flesh, and I was touching her... smelling the lavender scent of her hair. And for a moment, I wondered if I was dreaming. Maybe this was some incredibly vivid hallucination brought on by the torture. But when I felt her arms wrap around my waist and squeeze me back, I knew it wasn’t in my mind. She was here. Piper had come for me.

I released my grip and stepped back. “Thank you so much for coming,” I whispered, glancing at the door.

“Hey, uh, Pretty Boy,” she stammered. Her gaze flicked back down my body, and it was then I remembered I was wearing nothing but my black boxer briefs.

I cupped my hands over my crotch and sucked the air through my teeth. “Shit. Sorry. I forgot I was pretty much naked when I just hugged you there.”

“Yeah... you, uh... that you are.” She blinked at me, and I noticed how hard she stared at my face like her eyes would burst into flames if they went lower again.

A soft blush crept up her ivory cheeks, and I couldn’t suppress the smile that played on my lips.

She thinks I’m hot.

I’d always felt like a kid crushing on his babysitter, a woman so far out of his league it was a childhood dream that would never come true. And now? Piper, the sexiest woman on the planet, was ogling my goods.

“Told you I’d been working out,” I teased as I tightened my pec muscles. “I kept telling you and telling you I wasn’t that same scrawny kid you met, but you didn’t believe me.”

Her mouth formed an “o” then it opened and closed as she lifted her eyebrows. “Uh, yeah. You have, uh... you’ve filled out since I last saw you.”