Ultimate Kill (Book 1 Ultimate CORE Trilogy) (CORE Series) Read Online Free PDF

wouldn’t Vlad and Santiago let him and Mickey out of their sight? The guns and concealed knives they carried, those he understood. The two men supposedly ran security detail for a powerful individual. Still. Something wasn’t ringing true.  
    Or maybe he was paranoid.  
    If only he could talk to Mickey alone. Find out exactly what he’d been syncing to the laptop. Mickey didn’t do tech stuff and probably wouldn’t know what he’d been dealing with, but if his brother could describe the devices Harrison might be able to either dismiss his paranoia or confirm it. And he wanted confirmation.  
    The motel door bounced open sending in a stream of sunlight. Mickey entered first, wearing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Hey, bro. How’s it hanging?”
    “Low and long,” he replied, studying his brother and catching the wariness in his eyes. “You?”
    “Large and in charge.” Mickey glanced to Vlad and nodded. “What’s up?”
    “Is this where Vlad say penis?” Vlad asked with a shake of his head. “You American men have strange obsession with your anatomy.”
    Santiago entered the room. “Harry, you ready to go live?” he asked, his accent slight in comparison to Vlad’s. He checked his watch. “ Mierda , I wanted to leave thirty minutes ago. We need to be in St. Louis by nine.”
    “Sure,” Harrison said, and moved his fingers across the keyboard. While he typed, Santiago pulled Vlad aside and spoke to the Russian in hushed whispers. Vlad’s expression hardened and he shifted his ice blue gaze on Mickey. After nodding, he folded his arms across his chest, his focus remaining on Mickey.  
    Damn it, Mick, what did you do? He looked to his brother. Mickey’s hand shook as he raised his fingers to his temples. When Mickey met his eyes, and Harrison caught the panic, the horror, the depths of despair, his stomach rolled with nausea while fear tightened his throat.  
    Swallowing hard, he looked away from his brother and concentrated on the laptop screen. “We’re live,” he said to Santiago and Vlad.  
    Santiago nodded. “ Bien . Pack up,” he ordered and headed into the bathroom.
    Wearing a threatening scowl, Vlad walked over to the table and leaned next to Mickey. “What wrong, Mickey Mouse? You look like you see ghost.”
      Mickey kept his gaze on Harrison’s. “Not a ghost,” his brother said, his voice low, shaky and dripping with terror. “More like The Angel of Death.”  

Chapter 2
     
    THE FRAGRANT, CITRUSY scent wafting from the blooming magnolia trees did little to calm Naomi’s nerves. With her stomach performing a continuous somersault, she led Jake along the walkway leading to her modest, ranch-style home’s wraparound front porch. Normally she’d relish the way the gorgeous, vibrant fuchsia azaleas, the purple, red and yellow tulips, the hearty boxwoods and hostas filled her flowerbeds. But with Jake by her side, she had a difficult time thinking about anything but him.  
    His familiar scent, his dark knowing eyes, how he hadn’t once smiled since showing up in the school parking lot. She’d missed his smile. The press of his body. His kisses. The way he made love to her.  
    But she’d missed more than the sex. The comfort, the security of his strong arms, knowing he understood her, accepted her, shared her dreams, wanted to create a future…  
    She drew in a quick breath and came to an abrupt halt.  
    “What’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes alert as he glanced at the front porch.  
    Everything . “Nothing,” she managed, when deep in her soul she wanted to shout the truth. She’d wanted that future with Jake. She always had, always would. Seeing him now was a cruel reminder of what she’d given up the day she’d left him. A lifetime of happiness filled with love and friendship.
    “Look,” he said, and took her arm. When his big, warm hand touched her bare skin, memories surfaced. How many times had he touched her, caressed here, held her close late