Chapter 13 #2
She’d known what he meant by “eliminate” before he confirmed it, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.
The team might have to kill people to keep her safe, and she hated the fact they would have blood on their hands because of her.
She wasn’t na?ve enough to think Ian, Jake, and the others had never killed anyone.
They were former Navy SEALs in an era where terrorists from around the world were more than threatening the American way of life, as well as the lives of those same Americans.
They’d been in combat, seeing and doing things most people had never imagined, but now, they wouldn’t be killing anyone for all of America.
Instead, they’d be killing someone for the sake of one person—her—Angelina Beckett, a graphic designer from Tampa, Florida, who wouldn’t know a terrorist or drug cartel member if she tripped over him.
With that knowledge, she was done asking questions for the moment and turned back toward the window. After a few moments, she sensed Jake stand and move back to the area behind her, leaving her alone in her thoughts.
Ian was ready to spit nails as he watched his teammate talk to Angie.
A few minutes earlier, he’d been about to storm up to the front of the plane and force her to listen to him, but Jake had stopped him.
She didn’t need his frustration at the moment, and it would only push her further away from him.
He needed to get his emotions under control before he talked to her.
So instead of doing it himself and screwing things up even more, he reluctantly allowed his friend to talk to the stubborn, pissed-off woman and soothe her ruffled feathers.
If Athos was still alive, he should be on his way to South Carolina to a pre-arranged location.
When he reached it, he would contact Ian, who would then send his teammates to retrieve the agent and bring him across the state border to the safe house after ensuring they weren’t followed or tracked.
Once they got the low-down on who, what, where, when, and how, they would help Athos however they could while keeping Angie safe.
While Jake talked to Angie, Ian sat in the middle area of the plane, which was set up like a living room, complete with couches, recliners, and tables, all bolted to the floor.
Gazing out the window at nothing, he thought about how fast the beautiful submissive had gotten under his skin, a fact he was wary about.
They had fallen into a comfortable routine since their first public scene at the club last Friday.
He’d taken her back to his place after she recovered from the sub-space she’d achieved from her orgasm, and he fucked her several times until dawn, leaving them both happy and sated.
Each morning, she went home, only to return to him each evening and spend the night.
They’d returned to the club on Saturday night and again on Sunday night, participating in one other public scene and a private one in the office-themed room, where she pretended to be his naughty secretary.
He’d fucked her every way he could, using the desk and chair to position her how he wanted, and even sat her atop a tall filing cabinet so he could eat her sweet pussy while standing up.
He loved how she embraced her naughty side and often found his mind wandering during the daytime, thinking of different scenarios for them to play out.
The club was closed on Mondays and Tuesdays, so those two nights, they’d cooked dinner in his kitchen, cuddled on the couch, and ended up pleasuring each other in various ways.
The woman was as insatiable as he was and more adventurous than he’d expected.
He’d given her several pieces of lingerie he’d picked out from the club store, instructing her she was to wear them and nothing else while they were alone together in his home.
Angie rocked lingerie in a way that rivaled any Victoria’s Secret model.
If he had his way, she wouldn’t wear anything but the sexy scraps of material twenty-four hours a day.
He’d even gotten into the habit of locking the deadbolt to his front door to ensure Jenn didn’t walk in on them again by accident.
He watched as Jake rose, walked back toward the sitting area, and took his earlier seat on the couch between the two recliners Ian and Brody had occupied the entire flight.
Egghead was catching a brief nap since there was nothing much to do in the air, and he hadn’t had time to grab one of his laptops.
When they got to the safe house, he would have a smaller setup similar to the war-room back at Trident.
From there, he would do what he did best and get them as much information about who was after Angie.
Ian glanced at Jake. “Does she still want my dick in a cock cage?”
“If I were you, I’d keep it out of her reach for a while.
Your balls too.” He chuckled when his boss winced and crossed his legs in an automatic response most men had at the thought of their reproductive organs being tortured.
“Don’t worry. I gave her some things to think about.
She’s worried about Athos, but I think she’s also worried about you and the rest of us. ”
Confused, Ian tilted his head. “Me? Us? Why?”
Jake leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.
“She may be submissive, Ian, but she’s far from na?ve.
Angie knows there’s a chance she, Athos, or any of us may end up six feet under by the time this whole thing plays out.
Even though her friend is the one who brought this to her doorstep, no matter how unintentional and how much he tried to prevent it, she knows we’ll do anything we have to in order to protect her.
If any of us have to kill someone, which is a near one-hundred percent possibility, I think she’ll have a hard time with it.
And God forbid one of us is caught in the crossfire…
she’s going to feel responsible no matter what. ”
Taking a moment to think about things from Angie’s point of view, Ian knew his teammate was right.
She wasn’t a part of his world where killing someone, while not ever taken lightly, was something he wouldn’t hesitate to do, if needed, to protect his teammates, his family, innocent people, and the woman he loved.
Oh, fuck! He did not just think that. His stomach bottomed out, and he couldn’t blame it on turbulence since there wasn’t any. He couldn’t be in love with Angie… he wouldn’t let himself be. Falling in love with a woman only led to heartache, and Ian refused to go through it again.
Fuck! He dragged his hand down his face in frustration and forced the thoughts of unwanted love to the back of his mind. He’d deal with that later.