Ruthless

Chapter 16

Life and Death

March 31

Sunday morning

The vibrationof my cell phone cut me off from saying anything else. It was my personal line, and Georgina had unblocked her number so that I could see it was her.

“Georgina,” I answered before she could respond. “Randolph’s funeral—did I screw up and miss it?”

“No, honey.” Georgina’s voice was subdued. “The funeral is at ten and it’s only eight now. Where are you?”

“I’ll tell you about it on the way.” I looked at Donovan. “I’m running home right now.”

“Let me know when you get here.”

“I will.”

The urge to cry was almost overwhelming and I wished I could have. I’d just gotten through telling Donovan how I had killed for others and killed for myself.

And now I was going to a funeral for one of my own.

March31

Sunday late morning

“I can’t look.” I squeezed Georgina’s hand as we stood outside with a group of other mourners and I stared at the open silver casket.

“It will help give you closure.” Georgina squeezed my hand in return.

“I know what will really give me closure.” Yeah. Kill every one of those bastards. That would give me some closure.

“You need to see her.” Georgina drew me toward the casket. “And say good-bye.”

It was a sunny, beautiful day with a light breeze and birds chirping. It should have been dark, with the wind whipping the trees back and forth and thunder crashing in our ears as rain pummeled our bodies.

It was a too bright, too cheerful a day. Except for the crowds of people in black, many weeping and some openly sobbing, like Randolph’s mother.

Other RED agents had come to see Randolph one last time, and to say good-bye.

If only these people knew what a hero Stacy was. Everything she had done for her country.

It was so unfair.

But so was the fact that she was dead.

I let Georgina draw me toward the casket, and I closed my eyes at first so that I couldn’t see. Then I opened them and there she was.

She could have been sleeping. Her blond curls were soft around her face and they’d put makeup on her that made her look warm and real. She was in a high-necked dress.

To hide the slit in her throat.

“Stacy.” I could barely get any words out. There was so much I wanted to say. “I’m sorry. You don’t know how sorry I am. I’m going to miss you so much.” I wanted to touch her face, but I didn’t want to feel cold skin. I wanted her warmth and vitality back. “Good-bye.” I whispered.

And don’t worry, I said to her in my thoughts. I’ll get them all.

March31

Sunday afternoon

My brother Ryan gave a quick grin to Mama as he spooned out big helpings from a large stewpot. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed your wicked-good Irish stew.”

Our oldest brother, Zane, reached to take the pot from Ryan. “Stop hogging it all to yourself, Marine.”

“There’s plenty for the bunch of you.” Mama smiled, clearly happy to have all nine of us at the table. “Eat up,” she said, and passed around a huge plate of soda bread.

Daddy took two pieces for himself before handing the plate to our younger sister, Rori. “I’m on a diet,” she said as she passed it on to our next oldest brother.

“You’re always on a diet and you’re stick-thin.” Troy practically took the rest of the plateful for himself.

“As if.” Rori mostly ate the meat out of the stew. “I have to watch what I eat or—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Evan interrupted as he piled Dublin Coddle on his own plate. “You’re a flight attendant. Gotta watch those carbs.”

“Bangers.” Sean shifted in his chair at the huge table, like he could hardly sit still. “I want some sausages, and Ryan’s going to eat them all.” Sean was a late-in-life surprise and was only twelve, where the other six of us ranged from twenty-nine to thirty-six years old. But as hyper as Sean was, Mama might as well have had three kids his age.

“Calm down, Sean.” Daddy made a motion with his hand indicating that our little brother needed to glue his butt to his seat.

“Heaven help us all when that kid hits puberty,” Evan said.

Sean glared at Evan. “Shut up.”

“We’ll have none of that at the table, Sean.” Mama gave him a stern look. “Now eat your stew.”

“What’s up in the world of translations, Lex?” Ryan asked in between healthy bites of stew.

If they only knew.I shrugged and the movement caused the welts on my body to burn. “Not much. I might be going to Italy in a couple of weeks. It’s not definite.”

“Zane just returned from DC.” Mama was so proud of him, too, believing he was still in the Secret Service and having no idea he was a RED agent now. She was thrilled with all of us, including the hyper twelve-year-old next to her.

Evan stopped eating his soda bread to glance at Ryan. “How long are you shored up for?”

“We’re shipping out next Wednesday.” Ryan glanced at Mama and smiled. “So, I’ll be home a few more days.”

“Damned good to have us all together again,” Daddy said, and we all grinned. “Been a hell of a long time.”

“At least a year.” Troy jabbed his fork into his potatoes. He was a firefighter in Roxbury. “Where you flying to next, Rori?”

“I’ve been mostly on the Phoenix and LA route.” Rori grimaced. “I am so ready for a change. I might start traveling to Paris and back.”

I would have said I loved Paris if I hadn’t had to assassinate someone there. My mind wandered, the thought reminding me of how I’d spilled my guts to Donovan this morning. And that thought took me to last night and being naked—

”Lex.” I jerked my attention to Evan, who’d said it loud enough that everyone was looking at me. “I was just trying to catch your attention. You seemed like you were in outer space or something.”

“Or something.” I forced a smile. “Just thinking of the creative ways I’m going to kick major butt later when we play some three on three.”

Evan snorted. “This time you won’t get so lucky.”

March31

Sunday late afternoon

The rain-scented wind pressed my clothes against my body while Zane and I walked down the street in our parents’ neighborhood of Cedar Grove.

Now the rain was coming that should have been here this morning.

Even the feel of material against my skin made my eyes threaten to water, and I ground my teeth. I should have worn something looser than the jeans I changed into after the funeral.

As we walked, Zane’s hair ruffled and looked messy from the harsh breeze. But with the black hair and green eyes he’d inherited from our father, and Zane’s quarterback build, he still looked damn good.

Zane’s cover was that he still worked for the Secret Service. He’d been Secret Service for eleven years before being recruited into RED, but he couldn’t tell anyone the true story, same as me. So, he just let everyone continue to think he was with the SS.

“Now that we’ve ditched everyone, what’s up in HQ?” Zane looked down at me. “I hear you have a new partner.”

A wince followed the memory of the whip, and the burning stripes all over my body that my “wonderful” new partner had been forced to inflict on me.

I clasped my hands behind my back. “How did that news get down to weapons trafficking?”

“You’re my kid sister.” Zane shrugged and smiled. “Everyone knows better than to keep me out of the loop when it comes to any big news that has to do with you.”

“Georgina, wasn’t it?” My scowl only made him give me a more amused expression. “I’ll have a talk with that girl.”

“His name’s Donovan, right?”

I nodded.

“Think he’ll make a decent partner?” Zane asked.

“Depends on what you mean by decent,” I grumbled.

Zane frowned. “You know I’ll tear him apart if he gets out of line.”

I thought about the club, Donovan taking care of me last night and listening to my story. And I thought of his sister and what he was going through.

“Yeah, Donovan’s a good guy.” Despite the burn of every lash on my body the words came easily. He’d had to do it, or we’d never had made it into that BDSM fold. Maybe I shouldn’t have kneed him in the groin.

But it had made me feel so much better.

“You know I’m here for you.” Zane’s tone was serious. “Anytime, anywhere.”

The wind’s chill bit at my face and bare arms, and I rubbed my arms with both hands as I met his gaze. “Sometimes you forget I can take care of myself, Zane.”

“I never forget.” He stopped me in midstride by grasping my shoulders. “But it’s okay to ask for help if you need it.”

The warmth in my chest from the depth of his caring made the chill back off. “Right back atcha.”

He released me and it seemed like he was struggling to find words for what he wanted to say. “I’ve just had this bad feeling lately. Be careful, Lex.”

He tugged my hair, and we turned around and started walking to our parents’ home.

I didn’t say anything because I’d had a bad feeling for awhile, too.

March31

Sunday evening

“No way.” I glared up at my six-two brother, Ryan, as we played three-on-three basketball. “That was a clear foul.”

“Listen, shrimp,” Ryan said with a cocky grin as he dribbled the basketball that he’d just knocked out of my grasp. “You’re just too damned short.”

“I’ll show you short.” I made an easy steal from him, dribbled around Sean and Evan, and made a jump shot. Swish.

“Nothing but net.” Zane slapped my sore butt and I almost punched him. Reflex, of course. “Good job, Lex.”

“You should know better than to piss off Lexi.” Troy grinned at Ryan. “Now we’re tied.”

Evan grasped the ball. “Next basket is the tiebreaker.”

“Five bucks on Lexi,” Rori said from her seat between Mama and Daddy on the porch swing. “You’ll never win after calling her shrimp.”

“You’re on,” Ryan said.

“And you just lost five dollars,” I said with my evilest grin. Out of a family of nine, I drew the shortest straw. My sister and mother were both around five-eight and my twelve-year-old brother was five-six already. Not to mention our four older brothers, who were all six feet and taller.

I just didn’t get it.

But Rori was right. Nobody pisses me off and gets away with it.

That last point was a good, hard battle. But sometimes being short had serious advantages, and I dodged around Ryan and made an easy layup for the win.

“Take that, badass Marine,” I said and then cried out when he swung me over his shoulder and swatted my butt.

“I am so going to kill you,” I said as he set me on the grass and I proceeded to knock Mr. Badass Marine flat on that badass when I swept his feet out from under him. “The bigger they are—”

Everyone started laughing.

Ryan growled and lunged to his feet, and I laughed and dodged around him and up to the “safe zone” with Mama, Daddy, and Rori.

“Safe!” I grinned as he glared at me. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was already in a world of hurt. I’d have had some fun sparring with him.

“I’ve got to go.” I kissed Mama’s, Daddy’s, and Rori’s cheeks. “It’s been a really long day.” It had been an exhausting five days, actually, but especially last night and today, and I was ready to collapse.

I hugged and kissed my five brothers’ cheeks, too, and barely avoided getting slapped on my butt by Ryan. I waved before unlocking my Cherokee, climbing in, and driving home.

I loved spending time with my family. It meant everything.

My thoughts turned to Operation Cinderella and the next phase of the assignment. Saving those girls was never far from my mind. Especially Donovan’s sister.