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“Let’s see what else he has to say,” said Caelan, storming away from the heady haze of screens, brains and too many questions.
Back in interrogation, Ogarkov eagerly slurped his water. Caelan returned to his seat and merely cupped his hand around his. Ogarkov eyed the other water covetously, but Caelan ignored the man and began again.
“What do you think Holmes meant by stopping the war?”
Ogarkov cocked his head, a small amount of delight glinting in his eyes, as if pleased that some portion of blame might be placed on Eric instead. “They would kidnap you, and given your hero status, they would use you as bargaining chip to achieve attractive terms, thus securing territories and ending the war.”
Caelan stared into the distance. “Three kill squads came after me in Ukraine. None survived. Holmes would’ve known this. You would’ve known this had you done your homework.”
Ogarkov’s breathing slowed and he said nothing.
“What did Holmes really tell you to say to his father? How much was he going to payyouto get a message tohim?” It had just occurred to him now that this was more Eric’s style. Something more personal was the reason behind why Eric had saved Ogarkov, but not his team, not his career, not even the friendship he was meant to value above all others.
Caelan could still feel the way his cock had bucked into that hungry, desperate mouth, Eric’s tongue running wild around him. The fury he’d taken out on him for having fucked his wife and used her like a sex toy had been red hot. It wasn’t lust or passion or anything of the sort.
It was hate he now felt for Eric. Nothing but. A hate so strong he’d exploded into his mouth with such violence—his only desire to hurt Eric. Destroy him. Show him just how much of a storm Caelan was inside. A brutal, swirling storm of rage. At the world. The Cameron family. Jimmy. His mother. His existence. His entire life before Flora. He could hardly keep the rage battened down some days, but he managed it, because of her. Their son.
Flora was right. If she had to, she should go. Leave him. Protect Logan. He would let her go. He would return to his hollow work and go on, knowing they’d be better off, but he would die inside at the same time. Die so that they might live in peace. Away from this monstrous thing he was beneath it all.
Ogarkov had been quiet for a while now while Caelan stewed on all he’d been bottling up of late. Then suddenly, he spoke.
“Eric Holmes told me to tell his father he’d missed him and he was sorry they were sworn enemies now. He also told me to tell him the location of where US and UK military equipment comes in across the Moldova border. That we could easily launch an attack from Crimea…”
“I need details,” Caelan demanded, his foot tapping wildly beneath the table.
Ogarkov told him all he’d found out from Eric. Every single tactical detail.
“Have my water,” said Caelan, before hopping up from his chair again.
Back with the team, Caelan saw through the monitors that Ogarkov was still licking the inside of the cup he’d just handed him, his thirst raging what with the heat and stress.
“It’s nonsense,” said Phoebe. “The location is just an empty warehouse and if the Russians had been stupid enough to hit it, all-out war would have been declared over literally a pile of metal and rotting wood.”
Everyone in the room groaned.
“If that was all Ogarkov had to take back home with him, he’d have been laughed out of the country by his superiors. If Eric had wanted to make the fella look daft, then… he’d have succeeded.”
One of the other analysts said, “Ogarkov has got to be bullshitting, right?”
Phoebe rolled her eyes. “Uh, I’d say the only thing that vaguely adds up is this theory about them capturing Commander Cameron. Although kill squad doesn’t exactly scream kidnap or capture. So… back to the drawing board.”
Caelan went to the nearest wall and leaned his forehead against it, trying not to lash out at anyone. It was clear to him now why the prince had never really warmed to Eric Holmes. He’d found out about his Russian heritage and deemed him a threat, despite all the extra processes Eric would’ve been rigorously subjected to in order to remain in the armed forces. More than most people could cope with, probably.
Caelan had been hoping to avoid what came next, but it seemed that was not to be.
“Are you ready to break him?” asked Phoebe.
Caelan turned his lupine eyes on the woman. “No holds barred?”
She looked around the room. None had any qualms about what came next.
Caelan rolled his sleeves up and grinned. “Let’s get it out of him, by hook or by crook.”
When Caelan entered the room that time, Ogarkov knew all pretence was out of the window.
He sweated even more and snarled, “So they let you loose now. Big man with no tools.”
Caelan sniffed. “Tools? What do you call these, then?”
