Consumed by Wrath: An FBI/Romance Thriller (An FBI/Romance Thriller ~ Book 8) Read Online Free PDF Page B

won’t be getting married or laid.”
    Tony was oblivious. “Maybe she wants to stay at home.”
    Chris shook his head , discrediting that statement. “Picture Ethan or Callen saying that to Elizabeth, and then visualize the carnage. It’s a new century, my friend. We can think it, but we don’t dare utter it.”
    He gave the man a few minutes to imagine that in his head. When he saw the light bulb go on, he finally continued, “Cyra would react the same way. She was a detective and cop for years. If I suggest that, she’s going to go crazy and think that I don’t trust her.”
    “I don’t know, Chris. You may be wrong on this one. I think you’re assuming that all women are like Elizabeth. Cyra may genuinely like being a wife and mother. Every time I come to your house, Cyra is cooking dinner or baking you cookies. The place doesn’t look like it did before either. You have plants, colorful dishes, and throw rugs. Maybe she would like staying home to make the place her own personal nest.”
    Chris pondered it.
    The man may have a point.
    Then , he thought back to the one little issue that his mother had drawn attention to on their last assignment.
    The prenup.
    Chris would never make her sign one, but his mother had pointed out the big elephant in the room, and that was likely to make Cyra jittery. He hoped that she wouldn’t think that her being a mother was anything less than the hardest job in the world. He couldn’t put a price tag on that. If his children had a good mom, who baked cookies and loved them, he would hand over his trust fund in a heartbeat.
    Money didn't buy happiness. The love of a really good woman certainly did.
    But Cyra was likely to not agree to it. Belladonna planted that seed of doubt that she was only after him for his portfolio. Her giving up her career might make some people uncomfortable.
    Mainly her.
    It was absolutely ridiculous for her to even feel that way, but he understood why she would. Damn his mother for wreaking havoc once more in his life.
    “Really, you should sit her down and talk to her about it. Cyra seems like a really levelheaded person. I’m pretty good at gauging the living. I think that you’re underestimating the kind of woman she is, beneath it all.”
    Chris contemplated it and it gave him a little bit of hope that he might have a fighting chance on this one.
    “Don’t worry, my friend. It will all work out,” Tony reassured as he handed the man the tool to cut into the victim’s skull. “Focus on work and that’ll distract you.”
    Chris turned on the saw and stared at the man’s lice infested scalp.
    Strangely enough, yeah, it would.
     
     
     
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    FBI West
    Tuesday Mid-Morning
    Doctor Callista Gaines’s Office
     
     
     
    If there was one thing that Ethan Blackhawk despised more than anything, it was sharing his life, feelings, or relationship with outsiders.
    And he didn't mean non-Natives.
    Once back from being abducted, as soon as he stepped foot in his office, he was met with a surprise. Gabe had stayed and laid down the law. Apparently, he needed to get a psych evaluation in order to return to work. Yeah, then and there, Ethan knew that his boss meant business.
    In the back of his mind, he somehow knew that he wasn’t going to pass it. Come on! He had just been abducted and tortured for hours. His body still carried the scars and marks of a serial madman.
    How the hell was he supposed to pass a mental evaluation? The only chance he had was if it was on paper. That way, he could bluff his way through it.
    Unfortunately, Gabe saw that one coming a mile away. He was forced to do a face to face sit down with a shrink.
    Well shit.
    As expected, he failed with flying colors.
    He tanked it.
    Screwed it up royally.
    Call it what you wanted, but it all meant one thing in the long run. Ethan earned a one way trip to weekly therapy sessions with a woman who barely