Read Online The Dragon (G.O.N.Y. - Double Dragon) by Violette Dubrinsky - Free Book Online Page B

belly, she felt love, pure, unconditional love, and it made her fiercely protective. Delilah liked to tease that she still had an entire four months to go, and already, she acted like the child was here.
    “Everything okay?” 
    Jezebel blinked and looked up to find Brandon peering down at her, concern clear in the bold blue of his gaze. While Jezebel didn’t fully trust Raquel or Brandon due to their initial duping, she could admit that Brandon wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. He operated by a strict code of right and wrong, and in his eyes, the government was always right.
    Giving him a slight smile, she nodded.
    Looking over his shoulder at their stacked cart, he smirked, “Do you need anything else?”
    Once, sometimes twice a week, Jezebel and Delilah were allowed out of the mostly self-contained cabin in the Catskills. It was usually for a few hours of late night grocery shopping, or a few hours driving along the trails, but Jezebel enjoyed it. Being cooped up had its benefits and downsides, and although she liked to think she was making up for years of untaken vacation and sick days, she could only read and watch television so much before it all became boring and she craved social interaction.
    Handing him the jar of pickles, she nodded. “I think I’m good.”
    “Sure?”
    She handed him another jar, just in case.
    “Right.” With a smirk, he placed the jar in the cart just in time to see Delilah place a box of pads into it. Jezebel willed him not to comment, but she should have known better.
    “Well, that explains a lot,” he murmured, loud enough for Delilah to hear.
    Her sister, sporting a curly brown wig under her dark gray beret beanie, smiled with ease and nodded, “I’m sorry, I forgot to get you a pack Eric , but you can always find them in Aisle 8.” She walked closer to him and patted his jacket in an understanding way. “I’d recommend the maxis for your heavy flow.”
    ***
    “Jesus Christ!” Delilah exclaimed as the car took a sharp left, turning down an unfamiliar street. “Doesn’t the FBI require their agents know how to drive?”
    “Quiet,” Brandon hissed.
    “Brandon? Is everything okay?” Jezebel asked, righting herself and brushing the pickle juice from her jacket. She’d grabbed a jar from the grocery bags for an early, or late depending on how one looked at it, snack.
    “Get down, Jezebel.” When she only stared at the back of his head in confusion, he added, “Now!”
    She instantly scooted down in the backseat, placing her legs onto the empty seat and huddling protectively into a ball. 
    “You too, Delilah.”
    For once, her sister didn’t protest. She just slid down the front seat until she was practically sitting on the floor.
    She heard him fumble with something and then he was speaking, “We’re being followed…dark sedan, I can’t tell the exact color but is possibly black, tinted windows…we’re fifteen minutes away…I’m following Alpha-Lock 2…understood.”
    He tossed the phone into the cup holder compartment.
    “Brandon?” Jezebel was terrified. Was this it? Had Ramsey’s enemies found her? “What’s going on?”
    “We’re being followed.”
    “Are you sure?” Delilah asked softly.
    “Positive.”
    Jezebel heard what sounded like a gun being cocked. “How sure?”
    “This car’s been tailing us for the last ten minutes despite the dead end routes I’m taking.”
    Jezebel’s heart hammered. “Oh.”
    “Just relax,” he said in a calm voice. “No one’s going to hurt you.” The car turned sharply again. “Not on my watch.”
    She didn’t know how much time passed but Jezebel soon heard the sound of a garage opening. The car eased forward, and then she heard the whirring sound as it closed. Before she could ask what to do next, her door opened and she was being pulled from the car. She released a shriek, but halted upon realizing that Ryder held her. He was one of the US Marshalls assigned to her case, the gentle,