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“Hot damn!” Joe shouted, scaring Rose awake.
“Seriously?” Brian said from the back seat. “You know I love Rose to the moon and back, but could we have a boy this time?”
Joe and Penny laughed.
“We’ll see what we can do,” Penny said. “If it’s a girl, we’ll have at least one more shot at coming up with a boy for Brian.”
“Why stop at four?” Joe said.
Penny reached for Joe’s hand. “I’m in!”
Saving Kyla
Brotherhood Protectors Yellowstone Book #1
New York Times & USA Today
Bestselling Author
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ELLE JAMES
Chapter 1
Kyla Russell was done with killing.
Especially when her target didn’t deserve to die.
Camouflaged as an Afghan male in a long white thobe, the ankle-length white shirt Afghan men wore, she stood on a street in Kandahar, Afghanistan, a pistol with a silencer attached strapped to her thigh. Beneath the thobe, she wore dark jeans and a dark shirt for night movement.
She’d pulled her long, black hair up and wrapped it in a dark turban like the ones worn by men in the city. To complete her disguise, she’d applied a fake beard, bushy eyebrows and dark makeup to make her appear more masculine and able to walk freely around the city of over six hundred thousand people.
Kyla had spent the better part of the day before studying her target, both through the windows of his home and by tailing him as he’d left for work and returned. What about this man made him toxic? Why had her government deemed him dangerous to the world?
She made it a priority to research her assignments, to find out about the persons she was assigned to eliminate. Prior to accepting her current mission, she’d reviewed the dossier her handler had given her for Abdul Naser Ahmadi and had done her own background check on the man via her connections on the internet and the Dark Web.
The dossier had listed Ahmadi as an arms trafficker, supplying American weapons to the Taliban. Nothing in Kyla’s own research indicated the same. In fact, Ahmadi was like a black hole of information. All she could find was that he lived with his wife in Kandahar and worked at a local university as a professor of language and literature.
Kyla had no qualms about ridding the world of pedophiles or people who tortured and killed others for their race or religious beliefs. She’d taken out cult leaders who’d planned terrorist activities in the United States and some who were killers in foreign countries.
Some of her targets had been dirty politicians, selling secrets to US enemies, placing her country’s military in jeopardy. Those targets, she’d taken out with no problem and no regrets. The world was a better place without them.
Kyla took pride in never completing a mission without first understanding the target and the necessity of taking him out.
Ahmadi was not raising any red flags. Still, she planned to observe the man for a couple of days in case she was wrong.
Standing on a street corner, her back to the wall of a building, she casually observed Ahmadi at a local tea shop where he sat with another man. Maybe this was the reason for the hit—this meeting with Ahmadi’s guest.
Using her cellphone, Kyla snapped a picture of the man and sent it to her contact on the Dark Web, who had access to facial recognition software.
Within minutes she was surprised to receive a response.
Jalal Malik CIA.
Kyla frowned at the message. CIA? What the hell?
Kyla sent the picture of Malik and Ahmadi along with a message to an old friend she’d known from her days in the CIA. A man who had access to more than he should.
