Aegis Security 03 - Extreme Measures Read Online Free PDF

stupid-ass fool’s gullibility.
    He unlocked the cuffs from the rusted bed frame and brought her arms down by her sides. Her breasts pushed against the dirty, white button-down blouse she wore as he slipped one arm under her back, and the familiar scent of peaches wafted to his nose.
    He used to love peaches—peach ice cream, peach cobbler, peach preserves. Hell, he was from Georgia. Peaches were practically a food group where he was from, and before his mother had died from breast cancer, her specialty had been peach pie. But ever since Beirut, he couldn’t stomach peaches. And he hated that now, even after all this time, just the scent of that peach lotion she still obviously slathered all over her body fresh from a shower brought a host of memories he’d rather forget.
    He clenched his jaw until it hurt and hefted her into his arms. As he carried her to the chair he’d set up earlier, he ignored the toned muscles in her arms and legs and the tightness of her ass where her body pressed against his. Reminded himself—again—that she wasn’t the sweet and innocent California girl she’d pretended to be.
    She was a traitor, one who’d let a known arms dealer walk when they’d been in Beirut, a man who’d gone on to kill innocent women and children. A traitor who’d set his team up to be killed in Guatemala. Who even now was plotting with terrorists—for what he didn’t know, but he’d soon find out.
    How many other guys had she fucked to get what she wanted? How many others had died trusting her? How many more lives would be lost—civilians, soldiers, children—before she was done?
    He set her in the plastic folding chair and made sure she was propped up. Her head fell forward as he hooked her arms around the back of the chair and cuffed them together. Using zip ties, he strapped each foot to the chair’s legs, then pushed to his feet and stared down at all that curly blonde hair hiding her face.
    A sliver of guilt crept into his chest. If there was a hell, he was surely headed there. But he didn’t care. Someone needed to put a stop to her. And it looked like that someone was now him.

     
    “Stupid fucking son of a bitch!” Jake Ryder slammed the phone down on his desk. “Marley! Get in here!”
    The door to his office at Aegis headquarters pushed open just as he was tugging off his tie, and Marley Addison, his assistant, stuck her head into the room.
    “That doesn’t sound like happiness to me,” she muttered.
    Jake threw the tie onto the corner of his desk, scrubbed his hand through his hair, and then leaned both palms on the aged mahogany, ignoring her sarcasm. Seven years with SEAL Team Six had taught him plenty about patience, but all that training was currently flying through the window as his mind raced over what to do about Zane Archer.
    He had a soft spot for America’s best. Though Archer had left the CIA for his own personal reasons, his track record there had been stellar. Jake had enough contacts within the organization to know who was worth recruiting and who wasn’t, but had he known then that Zane was going to be a major thorn in his side, he’d never have hired the son of a bitch. He hadn’t spent years building Aegis into the best black ops security company in the world for nothing, and he’d be damned if he was going to let Archer fuck it up for him now.
    In the corner of the room near a grouping of leather couches, CNN flickered with images of the Seattle bombing and updates on the number of injured, but he ignored those too. “Who do we have in the Pacific Northwest?”
    Marley moved fully into the room. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a neat tail, and the wire-rimmed glasses Jake was used to seeing on her face were pushed up to the top of her head. The door snapped shut behind her as she paged through screens on her smartphone, knowing better than to comment on his mood. “Landon Miller just finished an assignment near Bellingham. He’s scheduled to be off the next