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“Yeah, I know a way. And if they are half competent, they are tracking our phones.” She looked down at herself, unhooked bra, pants and panties halfway across the room. “But I think that first we need to dress, don’t you?”
11
It was becoming a habit. The phone call from one of his men that Riley Robinson had slipped through their fingers once again.
Sommers had other things to think about, more important things. The contracts being thrown at his head, increasing his manpower, hiding most of his revenue abroad. He was becoming a kingmaker, a power, and he didn’t have time for the video nonsense Robinson was spreading.
She had to be taken off the board and he’d taken care of it, or so he thought. Until his cell rang while he was in the middle of sending a team to Taiwan to protect the largest microchip factory in the world, a contract that was, in itself, worth several hundred million dollars.
So when he was interrupted, he knew it had to be a problem.
It was the head of the team sent to take out Riley Robinson once and for all. They’d used a drone, were following the convoy which they’d picked up outside the Pentagon. The drone was armed, fully functional. A no-brainer, goddammit.
Like fucking shooting fish in a barrel.
“Bad news, boss.” Sommers felt an electric surge of rage. Bad news could only mean one thing. Riley Robinson was still breathing, still spreading her poison. He had multiple contracts rolling in, a general in his back pocket, his website blowing up with job offers, but there she was. Blocking him at every turn, with her goddamned video show, salting the earth. His earth. “She got away. They all did.”
“How the fuck could you miss, with a fuckingdrone?”Ordinarily, Sommers tried to keep on friendly terms with his employees. They were sometimes asked to skirt the line, and usually sympathetic words and extra money smoothed everything over. But right now, he was fucking steaming. Teams of his men couldn’t take out a fuckinggirl?
She’d had help in getting away from the NSO, some kind of driver. And then the car disappeared. A boyfriend, maybe. But everyone said she was single. So who was the man? They had no images of him.
She’d gone to ground then. She didn’t go back to her apartment. He’d had his men stake it out. She didn’t have any friends to stay with that he could find. She hadn’t taken a plane, train, or bus out of the city. She hadn’t checked into a hotel or an Airbnb. Where the fuck was she?
MacBride told him that she’d showed up at the Pentagon with Jacob Black, which was interesting. Black had always been jealous of the Sommers Group, though Black Inc. was bigger. So of course, Black would jump at anything that made his company look bad, because the Sommers Group was right up there with the big boys.
Black was helping Riley Robinson make the rounds, shilling for the bitch. Trying to tarnish the name of the Sommers Group. Of course he’d do that—he was their competitor. Sommers had no idea how he’d hooked up with the Robinson woman but Black’s intelligence apparatus was first-rate. He’d heard about her, heard she was making allegations against him, and he partnered up immediately.
But Jacob Black was in for a fucking surprise.
The Sommers Group was going to overtake Black Inc., leave it in the dust. Black was essentially a nobody, had hard limits on the kind of contracts he would accept, and Sommers was going to eventually eat his fucking lunch.
However, the briefing at the Pentagon was bad, in every sense. The only good thing was that the ‘evidence’ shown by the Robinson bitch was highly technical, and only the lower ratings got it. The top brass didn’t.
So was Black hiding her? Sommers had hired someone from Black Inc. who’d left the company on bad terms. He still had inside info, and Sommers was able to pinpoint Black as part of a convoy. With the girl.
Fuck. That was just too delicious to pass up. Sommers had acquired four drones with grenade launchers manufactured by the Chinese. Any debris picked up would be Chinese and feed the war frenzy. It was win-win. Take Black and the Robinson bitch off the chessboard and blame China.
A drone couldn’t be deployed over the Pentagon but as soon as the convoy took off, he launched it.
He wanted to destroy the Robinson bitch, but wasn’t it just fucking grand that he could take out Black, too? At the same time? Or at least incapacitate him.
Sommers had had every intention of following the drone, watching as it took out two problems in one stroke, but he had a prospective client in Taipei on Zoom promising to throw money at him, and he had to take it. It was a productive talk.
And then a few seconds after hanging up, realizing that the Sommers Group was going to grow into a leading security company in the world, he’d felt a wave of adrenaline course through his veins.
And then finding out Robinson and Black had evaded his fucking drone and now Sommers didn’t know where Robinson was.
He put out a company-wide alert for the Robinson woman and immediately fielded an offer from Singapore for a multimillion-dollar contract. He was going to have to hire new operators. Open up another Panama account. Think of opening a Sommers Group office in Kuala Lumpur. Expand his headquarters here in DC.
Goddamn, he was going to be a king. He just needed the Robinson woman dead.
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Pierce found some clothes to change into in Harrison’s closet. Harrison was a clotheshorse, so Pierce had to look hard to find ordinary-looking clothes. He didn’t like too-fancy stuff, plus fancy clothes drew the eye. If and when they ventured outside, they needed to look unobtrusive. Already Riley was a magnet for men’s eyes, and women, too, looked on her with envy.
Pierce should be ashamed of himself. In the middle of a mission, jumping a woman like a wolverine in heat. And hewasashamed of himself, in some part of his head. But in the rest of him, nope. He feltgreat.Like he was on top of the world. They’d faced death and had celebrated their survival in the most ancient, most human of ways. That made total sense to him. It didn’t matter that this was the first time sex had been on his mind during a mission, but then everything about this situation was an outlier. Particularly the way he felt about Riley.
But now that they’d celebrated not being dead, time to move on.
