her.
They’d met on an assignment just over five years ago. A joint CIA/Interpol operation. She’d been charmed. He’d been relentless. They’d become lovers almost immediately. For two years they’d had an intense physical relationship. Like a fool, she’d fallen in love with him. She hadn’t planned it; it simply happened.
She and Landry hadn’t lived together as she and Jeffrey did, but their relationship had been far more powerful. On fire. She’d felt disconnected when separated from him, which was quite frequently.
Somehow he’d always made it worth her while when they were together again. No one had ever made love to her the way Landry had.
Damn him.
Those damn muscles in her face hardened again, clenching her teeth in a way that threatened to damage the enamel.
He’d stolen her heart and then he’d walked away when she needed him most.
Those last days after her final assignment came pouring into the thoughts already disturbing her sanity. She’d killed an innocent man. But he’d been her target! She’d had orders. Orders Landry could have confirmed when the Agency denied the operation.
Instead, Landry had disappeared, leaving her to face the consequences alone. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Followed orders, that was all. CIA-sanctioned orders. But she couldn’t prove it. She’d been the scapegoat for whoever had decided the target needed to die. End of story.
If it hadn’t been for her faithful friend and deputy director, she would have gone to prison, or worse. Rogue agents disappeared quite frequently. Quietly terminated to ensure the world never learned their secrets.
But Hamilton had taken care of her. He’d faked her death and convinced all involved that she was indeed dead. No one had ever come looking for her…until now.
To her knowledge, Hamilton was the only person on Earth who knew that she was alive.
Had he betrayed her? For what reason? And why use Jeffrey to lure her out of hiding? If he knew where she was, why set up such an unnecessary ruse?
Even Hamilton hadn’t known her new identity or her location. He’d wanted it that way. She’d set up her new life. No one she’d ever associated with or ever known had been in on it. She’d walked away from everything and everyone.
Hamilton was her only connection to the past. Had he sold her out to Landry?
That theory didn’t seem reasonable. There was nothing to gain. Even the CIA’s top brass wouldn’t likely care if they learned she was alive at this point. The political repercussions of her actions three years ago had gone out with the former White House administration. No one in the new administration would give a damn, as far as she could see.
Olivia pushed the troubling thoughts out of her head. She had to sleep. She still had a long way to go.
Staying on her toes was absolutely necessary if she wanted to survive this. And there was no way she would allow Jeffrey to be used as a pawn. He was innocent…had nothing to do with her past. Whoever was behind this little reunion would not be allowed to harm him. She couldn’t rule out the idea that someone might have targeted him, but the likelihood of her being chosen as the assassin in that case was so remote, so damn coincidental, she had a hard time lending any merit at all to the idea.
She would have her answers.
All she had to do was get to Hamilton. He had full access…he would know what to do.
Slipping past his security wouldn’t be easy, especially for someone as out of practice as she was. But since when had she been afraid of six or seven guys with guns? Determination fired inside her.
Since never.
She was Sheara, Goddess of Death. She wasn’t afraid of anyone.
All she had to do was remember that.
Chapter 5
“I refuse to take another step.”
Olivia shoved her night-vision goggles up to her forehead and turned to glare at the man behind her. Not that he would notice. It was past midnight and darker than a cave in these damn
They’d met on an assignment just over five years ago. A joint CIA/Interpol operation. She’d been charmed. He’d been relentless. They’d become lovers almost immediately. For two years they’d had an intense physical relationship. Like a fool, she’d fallen in love with him. She hadn’t planned it; it simply happened.
She and Landry hadn’t lived together as she and Jeffrey did, but their relationship had been far more powerful. On fire. She’d felt disconnected when separated from him, which was quite frequently.
Somehow he’d always made it worth her while when they were together again. No one had ever made love to her the way Landry had.
Damn him.
Those damn muscles in her face hardened again, clenching her teeth in a way that threatened to damage the enamel.
He’d stolen her heart and then he’d walked away when she needed him most.
Those last days after her final assignment came pouring into the thoughts already disturbing her sanity. She’d killed an innocent man. But he’d been her target! She’d had orders. Orders Landry could have confirmed when the Agency denied the operation.
Instead, Landry had disappeared, leaving her to face the consequences alone. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Followed orders, that was all. CIA-sanctioned orders. But she couldn’t prove it. She’d been the scapegoat for whoever had decided the target needed to die. End of story.
If it hadn’t been for her faithful friend and deputy director, she would have gone to prison, or worse. Rogue agents disappeared quite frequently. Quietly terminated to ensure the world never learned their secrets.
But Hamilton had taken care of her. He’d faked her death and convinced all involved that she was indeed dead. No one had ever come looking for her…until now.
To her knowledge, Hamilton was the only person on Earth who knew that she was alive.
Had he betrayed her? For what reason? And why use Jeffrey to lure her out of hiding? If he knew where she was, why set up such an unnecessary ruse?
Even Hamilton hadn’t known her new identity or her location. He’d wanted it that way. She’d set up her new life. No one she’d ever associated with or ever known had been in on it. She’d walked away from everything and everyone.
Hamilton was her only connection to the past. Had he sold her out to Landry?
That theory didn’t seem reasonable. There was nothing to gain. Even the CIA’s top brass wouldn’t likely care if they learned she was alive at this point. The political repercussions of her actions three years ago had gone out with the former White House administration. No one in the new administration would give a damn, as far as she could see.
Olivia pushed the troubling thoughts out of her head. She had to sleep. She still had a long way to go.
Staying on her toes was absolutely necessary if she wanted to survive this. And there was no way she would allow Jeffrey to be used as a pawn. He was innocent…had nothing to do with her past. Whoever was behind this little reunion would not be allowed to harm him. She couldn’t rule out the idea that someone might have targeted him, but the likelihood of her being chosen as the assassin in that case was so remote, so damn coincidental, she had a hard time lending any merit at all to the idea.
She would have her answers.
All she had to do was get to Hamilton. He had full access…he would know what to do.
Slipping past his security wouldn’t be easy, especially for someone as out of practice as she was. But since when had she been afraid of six or seven guys with guns? Determination fired inside her.
Since never.
She was Sheara, Goddess of Death. She wasn’t afraid of anyone.
All she had to do was remember that.
Chapter 5
“I refuse to take another step.”
Olivia shoved her night-vision goggles up to her forehead and turned to glare at the man behind her. Not that he would notice. It was past midnight and darker than a cave in these damn
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