MC BIKER ROMANCE: Bad Boy Romance: BETRAYED: (New Adult Motorcycle Club Navy SEAL Romance) (Contemporary Military Romance Thriller) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Kate Shepherd
move. I didn’t particularly care for being a killer, but I had pushed those thoughts out of my mind. Any hesitation in the way that I grabbed and took out my target would result in failure and my own death. I took the guy out, hearing only the soft grunt of surprise as he felt me grab him and in the same instant felt the blade pierce through his skin.
Laying him out quietly, I tucked the knife back in its scabbard and crouched in front of the door. I listened a moment and then moved forward. I could hear the noise of the television and knew that it wasn’t the guards, but my target. I considered double-tapping his head and having the whole thing over with, but I had to know that the guy’s security forces weren’t going to return the favor. Besides, I wanted him to have one more chance to see me, maybe confess his sins and be forgiven.
I found the second guard working the hallway inside the house. He would, if he was any good, have a point in his rounds when he could put his eyes on each of his compadres in turn. As soon as he noticed that the guy at the backdoor didn’t pass by, he would no doubt sound an alert. I had to get to him before he did that. No sooner had I finished the thought than he stopped and stared toward a window in the kitchen. He was about to speak when the first .45 caliber round hit him.
They were wearing whisper mics and I knew what that meant: Guard three would have heard that round over his headset. I had to move quickly, because he would not only be alert, but would have also called in reinforcements. I had to get to the target and I might not be able to spend any quality time with him. I followed the sound of the television and located Denny in his skivvies watching the stupidest show on television: Two Broke Girls . It suited the size of his brain.
“Hi, Denny,” I said, leveling the pistol at him and slipping a chair under the doorknob to slow down the guard who would be coming any second.
His eyes widened and he swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Sorry we don’t have time to talk.” As I spoke, I noticed his hand creeping down toward his side. “I wouldn’t…” I put two rounds between his eyes before he had lifted the weapon above his thigh. In that same moment, I heard boots coming down the hall and hitting the door. It held, but a second hit would break it open. I went for the only exit in the room and didn’t bother with raising the bottom half of the window before plunging through it.
A bullet struck the remainder of the upper frame, just as I dropped below the jamb. I hit the ground, rolled and sprinted for the back corner of the house. Another round made splinters in the wood trim on the corner. I didn’t slow down and I didn’t look back.
Chapter Eight: Peach
It was the surprise of my life to see who walked into the hotel suite where Bulldog and I were staying for our little bit of R&R. Initially, since the thought of figuring out a way to take everything away from him had first entered my mind, I considered declining his invitation to a long weekend in Vegas. After some thought, however, I decided that the best thing to do was to stay close to him and watch for an opportunity. I’d nearly wet myself when the gambler I’d seen in Reno walked through the door.
I was pleased with the flash of recognition that I saw in his eyes when he first saw me, but I was also impressed with how quickly he was able to cover it up.
“TNT,” Bulldog said, introducing me as he closed the door behind our guest. “This is Peach. She has another name, but that’s the one they gave her in the Corps. She does a lot of courier work for me. I’m surprised you haven’t bumped into her in Reno.”
“Leila,” I said, extending my hand. I figured it was better to use a real name for that introduction, though I wasn’t sure why.
“Trevor,” he replied, taking my hand and bowing slightly. “I’ve seen her once. I know it was only once, because I would never forget a face
Laying him out quietly, I tucked the knife back in its scabbard and crouched in front of the door. I listened a moment and then moved forward. I could hear the noise of the television and knew that it wasn’t the guards, but my target. I considered double-tapping his head and having the whole thing over with, but I had to know that the guy’s security forces weren’t going to return the favor. Besides, I wanted him to have one more chance to see me, maybe confess his sins and be forgiven.
I found the second guard working the hallway inside the house. He would, if he was any good, have a point in his rounds when he could put his eyes on each of his compadres in turn. As soon as he noticed that the guy at the backdoor didn’t pass by, he would no doubt sound an alert. I had to get to him before he did that. No sooner had I finished the thought than he stopped and stared toward a window in the kitchen. He was about to speak when the first .45 caliber round hit him.
They were wearing whisper mics and I knew what that meant: Guard three would have heard that round over his headset. I had to move quickly, because he would not only be alert, but would have also called in reinforcements. I had to get to the target and I might not be able to spend any quality time with him. I followed the sound of the television and located Denny in his skivvies watching the stupidest show on television: Two Broke Girls . It suited the size of his brain.
“Hi, Denny,” I said, leveling the pistol at him and slipping a chair under the doorknob to slow down the guard who would be coming any second.
His eyes widened and he swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Sorry we don’t have time to talk.” As I spoke, I noticed his hand creeping down toward his side. “I wouldn’t…” I put two rounds between his eyes before he had lifted the weapon above his thigh. In that same moment, I heard boots coming down the hall and hitting the door. It held, but a second hit would break it open. I went for the only exit in the room and didn’t bother with raising the bottom half of the window before plunging through it.
A bullet struck the remainder of the upper frame, just as I dropped below the jamb. I hit the ground, rolled and sprinted for the back corner of the house. Another round made splinters in the wood trim on the corner. I didn’t slow down and I didn’t look back.
Chapter Eight: Peach
It was the surprise of my life to see who walked into the hotel suite where Bulldog and I were staying for our little bit of R&R. Initially, since the thought of figuring out a way to take everything away from him had first entered my mind, I considered declining his invitation to a long weekend in Vegas. After some thought, however, I decided that the best thing to do was to stay close to him and watch for an opportunity. I’d nearly wet myself when the gambler I’d seen in Reno walked through the door.
I was pleased with the flash of recognition that I saw in his eyes when he first saw me, but I was also impressed with how quickly he was able to cover it up.
“TNT,” Bulldog said, introducing me as he closed the door behind our guest. “This is Peach. She has another name, but that’s the one they gave her in the Corps. She does a lot of courier work for me. I’m surprised you haven’t bumped into her in Reno.”
“Leila,” I said, extending my hand. I figured it was better to use a real name for that introduction, though I wasn’t sure why.
“Trevor,” he replied, taking my hand and bowing slightly. “I’ve seen her once. I know it was only once, because I would never forget a face
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