Bound to Break: Men of Honor, Book 6 Read Online Free PDF Page A

require an answer, and Dash wouldn’t have given one anyway.
    Nate shook his head slowly, said, “It’s you. You’re the agent who escaped before we infiltrated and got captured ourselves.”
    Dash let go of him and continued to keep his mouth shut. He’d said what he needed to.
    But Nate hadn’t. “Touch Josh and I’ll kill you . Because his capture came when he was rescuing your ass. And that’s all you need to know. Other than that, I get it. I get it all too well.” Nate turned and walked away without looking back, and yes, of course he’d understand. Lucky— Josh —would be considered a criminal until he could prove he wasn’t.
    Finding him alive was only the first step, and the rest of the flight could be a steep drop down for all of them.
    He went back into the house. Lucky still slept, curled around the pillows, and the spot Dash had vacated was still there. He swallowed hard and parked himself in the chair under the window instead. Flicked through the TV since he was too worked up to sleep… and was proven wrong when he woke with Lucky standing over him, talking to him quietly and calmly.
    The screams he’d thought were coming from the TV had been his.
    “Fuck. Fuck,” he ground out and pushed a trembling hand through his hair. The nightmare came rushing back to him in seconds, the road, the jungles, seconds before he and Jim had been grabbed.
    He’d woken up just after they’d shot Jim. And he hadn’t had this—or any nightmare—in years. He always slept without issue, could only blame the proximity of the man who may or may not be threatening his family.
    If he closed his eyes, he could see the writing inside the file.
    Josh Kent is an excellent liar.
    He also had no firearms or weapons, at least none Dash could find. And even though Lucky himself was a deadly weapon, and he seemed to know it on some level, he also seemed not to like it.
    So if Josh Kent was still an excellent liar, Dash would be better. He’d slept with men and women for the job, never had qualms, never worried about them. And he certainly never got attached.
    With Lucky, he was four for four, and he couldn’t do anything about it except let Lucky feed him sips of water, wipe him down while he was sweating and putting blankets on him when his skin got clammy.
    “If you didn’t want me to stay in here with you, could’ve just told me,” Lucky said. “You shouldn’t have to sleep in a chair in your own room.”
    “Wasn’t that. Wasn’t you,” Dash said and realized he wasn’t lying.
    Lucky was staring at him in the partial darkness, his head tilted like he was trying to get a read on Dash. “I’m trying not to take it personally, but it’s not easy.”
    “You don’t have nightmares?”
    “I don’t dream,” Lucky admitted. He pursed his lips together for a second, like he was worried about what he’d said.
    “Never?”
    “No, never. What’s it like?” he asked.
    “Well, obviously, that one I just had wasn’t good.”
    “Yeah, right. Sorry. Look, I’ll just go back into my room and…”
    My room. Not the other room, but my room. Like he belonged there. Because he so obviously did.
    “You can stay here,” he said. Lucky hesitated and Dash stood, pointed to the bed. “I want you to stay here.”
    Lucky nodded, climbed back under the covers and Dash followed. Knew he’d never go back to sleep tonight, no matter how tired he was.
    Lucky put his arms around Dash and pulled him to his chest. Rubbed a hand through his hair.
    “Dreams are like…they’re tough for anyone who doesn’t like to lose control. Because even if it’s a good dream, you want to live it, and you can’t. You’re you in the dream, but it’s like watching yourself as you hover above.”
    “Like Ebenezer Scrooge, when the ghosts of Christmas let him look at different times in his life, and he’s yelling at himself but no one can hear him?” Lucky asked.
    “Yeah, exactly like that.”
    Scrooge had always been Emme’s