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Another hit to my back, right between the shoulder blades. I grumble in pain while taking cover on the floor. This person will surely die. I get on my hands and knees to stand. I want to look this fucker in the face.
Another hard hit to my head knocks me out. Lost in a dreamy daze, I think of her. The smile and laugh that bring such love. The witty charm that settles my demons. I am drowsy as my body is being pulled from the ground and locked up on the wall that held Kevin prisoner. My handiwork has now become a place of impending torture. I did plan to die today, but this was not how I expected it to go.
I can feel blood slowly dripping from my brow while I attempt to open my eyes. The light catches my eyes and I wince in pain.
“What the actual fuck?” I mumble.
“I’m sorry for this,” Kevin says.
I pull my hand that is chained up. “Looks like it.” I laugh.
Kevin is sitting in the corner with his face in his hands. He looks devastated. Like someone shot his dog.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask.
A face drops before mine and I am taken aback. After the initial shock to my core, the laugh that comes from my insides fills the tiny cabin. No! No way!
“You? You are the CIA agent?” A puzzle piece falls into place and I continue to laugh. “Well… fuck me.”
CHAPTER 24
BEHIND THE MASK
Adam
“Would the real Agent Grafton please stand up?” I laugh. “You have got to be kidding me.”
I shake my head at the beautiful green eyes that face me. She is keeping quiet as my sarcastic chuckle and chains hold me back.
“Are you serious?” I finally narrow my eyes at her and pull the chains tight toward my body. Pissed is not even the correct word needed for what I’m feeling now. I thought I had researched her enough. I was reminded of how I hurt her when I saw her tear-stricken eyes in those photos from DuPont’s desk. The pictures of her walking up to the cabin brought so much anger. My heart dropped to my stomach. I thought Kevin had drawn her to the cabin and he knew it wasn’t the right time for her to be there. DuPont thought he could sweet-talk his way out of the downfall by presenting all of those photos. Joke’s on me, apparently.
“You don’t understand,” she apologetically offers. I can hear the sincerity in her voice. But I’m also tied up. As frustrated as I am, just looking at her now causes other feelings to creep up… it’s no raging hard-on, but it’s getting up there. I bite my bottom lip and watch her eyes fall to focus on them. She’s thinking the same thing.
We have discarded both of our masks and we are looking at each other, fully exposed as who we truly are.
“Do tell,” I say as she looks back up at me.
She takes one last look back at Kevin, who shakes his head, and her focus is back on me. Reese takes a moment before she answers.
“He’s been my protector for years. I’ve never had to worry. After that mission you both talked about, he came home a different person. The days he couldn’t stand broke my heart. I had to do something,” she starts. “I’ve been with the CIA for quite some time and joined the task force that wanted to take DuPont down. We are all about the slow, steady takedown.” I sniff and lick my lips as she leans closer to whisper. “You came out of left field.”
I lean forward and let our lips hover over near another’s. She used a sports analogy in the proper context. Fuck, that’s hot.
“And…? Did you get what you needed?”
“And then some,” she whispers back. Her eyes avoid mine for a moment and she is trying to collect her feelings. Trying to be strong in front of big brother.
I lean back and fix my gaze on only her. “Kevin, get your ass upstairs!” I demand, my voice dripping without breaking eye contact.
He shuffles around before he stomps up the stairs, mumbling under his breath. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
We both keep our gaze on each other and wait for him to close the basement door behind him.
I run my tongue along the back of my teeth, trying to keep myself in check. I can feel my jaw tighten with a mixture of aggravation and lust.
“So… Real Agent Grafton… please explain!”
She settles back on a chair and crosses her legs. This more confident Reese is something I want to take down… to the bed. Spread her thin and let my lips do the talking against her fair skin…
