Hate F*@k: part three Read Online Free PDF

at Wilson, whose jaw was clenched even harder than mine, and who’d been silent to this point. “And we are…”
    “I’m tapped in to the security footage on his Miami home. There are some blind spots, but I can fly down there and try to get inside.” He hesitates, his eyes steely grey as he stares at me. “You want this problem to go away?”
    Do I want Wilson to assassinate the man who’d had Hailey kidnapped? There has never been an easier answer. Yes, I want that. Fuck, I want to be the one to do it.
    But it’s not that easy. We’re not invisible agents in this. We need to be smart.
    I slowly shake my head. “Go. In and out like a ghost. Get us more information, but we don’t interfere.”
    Tag lifts his eyebrows.
    “Yet,” I clarify, scrubbing my hand up my face. “We don’t interfere yet . Let’s wait until the Feds fuck it up. Give them a chance to do the right thing.”
    A single knock at the door reminds us we’ve left someone out of the conversation. On purpose? I look at Tag, who looks at Wilson, who opens the door.
    Jason strolls in, his hands in his pockets. Casual as anything. This can’t be good. “You forgot to invite me to your tea party,” he says slowly, looking at our partners before pinning his gaze on me.
    “Just talking.”
    “We do that together. The four of us. When did we stop being a team?”
    I shove to my feet. “When you warned me off of Hailey.”
    “I wasn’t wrong.” He stares at me, daring me to claim otherwise.
    I take a deep breath, then let it out. “Does PRISM have any thoughts on what’s happened?”
    He shakes his head. “Not yet. I’m flying to Geneva tomorrow.”
    “You were summoned?” It’s one thing for us to bristle at each other. It’s another for Jason to be in trouble—I’ll always have his back, like he had mine in the Bahamas, no questions asked.
    “It’s fine.” He lifts one hand and points his palm at me. “Really, it’s fine. I need to renegotiate the terms of our service to them, anyway.”
    “You shouldn’t go alone.”
    “I’m not. I’m taking Mack with me.” Jason’s brother borders on paranoid. I can respect that. “He’ll bring his security team.”
    I don’t want to ask if there’s anything he doesn’t want us to do while he’s gone, because I’m not sure I can stay within any parameter he sets.
    Like he knows that, he just nods and glances as Wilson. “You’ve got news?”
    “Lively’s on bail, at home. Ankle bracelet.”
    “You’re going down there?”
    “Like a shadow.”
    Jason twists his head back toward me and ghosts me a smile. “Cole read my mind, clearly.”
    I nod back at him. We may not be in sync any more, but we’re still cut from the same cloth. Always have been.
    He holds out his fist. “Stay safe.”
    One by one, we each return the bump.

—six—  

    Hailey

    I can’t blame Cole for thinking I need to be treated with kid gloves. I have nightmares every night, and haven’t been able to go to work or leave the house by myself yet.
    Every day I lose myself in Ravelry and a long bath and baking muffins.
    By the time he comes back, with take out for dinner, I’m ready to crawl out of my skin.
    Over and over again, for six days.
    Now I need something else, something that will wipe away the humiliation and fear.
    The sensible answer is counseling.
    I stopped being sensible two months ago, when Cole Parker strong-armed me into his car and accidentally made out with me in my kitchen.
    I want sex. It’s been over a week, and while what we did in Miami was what I needed at the time, it’s not the same thing. I want what happens when we’re together in every way possible, that crazy chemistry magic that makes me feel invincible.  
    My heart starts beating faster as his key turns in the lock.
    “I got Vietnamese noodles,” he calls out, and I set the lube I’m holding on the bedside table.
    “Sounds great,” I say with a smile as I join him in the kitchen.
    He puts the food down and