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Apollo tossed the laundry basket in the corner of his bedroom and rummaged through the pile of clothes he dumped on his bed. Snagging two socks, he sat on the edge of the mattress to put them on.
When he bent forward, his head swam. Closing his eyes, he took a moment to center himself.Shit.He’d thought his days of dizziness were over. That explosion had thrown him into concrete, and he’d forever remember how hard his head struck. But he got up, shook it off and continued fighting to reach Abubakar. Putting on a damn pair of socks should be easy.
As he straightened again, he was happy to note that the room remained steady.
He grabbed a T-shirt off the heap of laundry and tugged it on but didn’t feel so much as a muscle twinge after the last-minute workout. Following his talk with Indika, he went directly to the gym and hit the weights despite doctor’s orders to take it easy.
With all that energy and anger fueling him, he had to vent it somewhere. Alpha and Charlie weren’t listening to him. Indika was dating some douchebag who could never make her happy.
From one glance at the pair eating lunch, it was very apparent that Mr. Yacht Club couldn’t make her nearly pass out from multiple orgasms.
He groaned. This line of thought was what drove him into the shower once he got home from the gym and forced his cock into his hand. He’d jerked off hard and fast, galloping toward an explosive end that didn’t begin to satisfy him. Not when he wanted to sink into Indika.
He moved between his bed and the closet, putting away clothes and already dreading the long night ahead. Nights meant sleep evaded him and when it did come, nightmares were the black hounds of hell snarling at him.
Indika thought she was the only one who suffered from his decision to go deeper underground to hunt the terrorist, but he’d seen and done shit that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Still, he’d hurt her deeply and crushed their relationship in one split second.
Closing the closet door, he swept a look over his studio apartment. Paper grocery bags were still piled on the small table, but other than putting those in the recycling bin, he didn’t have anything else to distract him from his thoughts.
And that could prove dangerous. Either dwelling on when he’d be cleared for duty or letting his mind drift to what Indika was doing—and with whom—were bound to worsen his mood.
He plopped down on his leather sofa and reached for the remote. His phone buzzed with another alert, and he snatched the device out of his pocket.
The notification popped up. Fuck. More activity. Now things were really heating up.
He flipped through a few screens. A growl rose in his throat.
Over a year ago, he’d managed to hack a few accounts belonging to Abubakar’s trusted soldiers. Now that their leader was gone, these men were throwing up new red flags. He wasn’t surprised that once their leader was dead, others would jump at the chance to take over the throne.
Was Indika working off the intel he gave her? One of the alerts was coming directly from DC. Right under their noses.
He had to try Blackout again.
This time he went directly to a video call with Sparrow. When he answered, his face came into view.
“You better be telling me that you just woke up from a nap, Apollo.”
He could see Sparrow was at his desk in Blackout HQ. The angle of late afternoon sun cast shadows in the office and over Sparrow’s face, carving out the lines and making him appear meaner.
“Nope. I did just receive more of those alerts, though. One of them is coming from DC.”
The line between Sparrow’s brows deepened. “We’re aware of what’s going on. We’re handling the situation. You focus on healing so you can get back in the game.”
“There’s gotta be something I can do.”
“Not until I see that doctor’s clearance cross my desk. Look, Apollo, I know you’re frustrated and eager to get back. Give yourself the time you need.”
He bowed his head, the weight of everything on his shoulders that much worse when facing a monumental roadblock.
“I gotta ask—why aren’t you trying to hook back up with Charlie?” Sparrow asked.
“I asked Con.”
“Ah. He needs the clearance too.”
He nodded. “That, and they don’t need me. They replaced me when I left. I guess I’d just throw off the team dynamics or something. I thought since I was with you when we took out Abubakar…”
