Kiss the Enemy (Slye Temp) Read Free

the shelves where he continued unloading his magazine.
    Bullets pinged against metal and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.
    With the rapid fire reverberating, the unknown terrorist must have decided the only threat was coming from the entrance, which had to be why he made a dash for the rear of the building.
    He was in his forties, twenty pounds overweight, and must not have been able to bring a weapon into the meet because he had yet to pull one.
    Even better? He was heading straight for where Margaux waited. This was too good to be true. Finally, something was going right.
    She told Nick, “I got this.”
    The shooting stopped. Pounding footsteps were the only sound interrupting the sudden silence.
    Eight feet from where Margaux hid in the shadows, the suspect looked up as she stepped out. His eyes bulged with shock then rage. She moved forward before he could react and put her weight into the motion, taking advantage of his forward momentum. She hooked an arm around his neck to clothesline him to the ground.
    He hit hard. Crack-your-skull hard.
    “Get up you piece of shit,” she ordered and kicked him in the side.
    He groaned and grabbed his head. “You fucking …”
    “The word you’re looking for is bitch.”
    “You’re a woman? You fucking whore . You’re gonna burn for this.”
    She smiled at him and squatted down. “We’ll see who burns.”
    Sabrina came striding up with an HK 416 in her hands. “All clear. Guards inside neutralized. Giovanni is contained. Backup have the four new arrivals restrained and hooded outside. ”
    Margaux searched his face for something that screamed merciless killer, but nothing magically pinged to identify him. Was this the Banker?
    “Do you have any fucking clue what you just screwed up?” the suspect on the ground mumbled in a pain-filled voice.
    Margaux prompted him. “By all means. Tell us what you were here to negotiate.”
    He turned to her, his face twisted with more hatred than she thought a human was capable of expressing visually. “You just fucked a two-year deep undercover DEA operation that was one day from success. I’ll see every one of you buried for this.”
    Sabrina demanded his superior’s name. When he gave it, she looked straight at Margaux and cursed.
    The agent’s eyes rolled back in his head just as Ryder’s voice came over the comm in clipped, urgent tones. “Four Atlanta police units pulling up out front. Two unmarked units in back. Alphabet agencies. We’re burned.”
    Blood rushed from Margaux’s head so fast she saw stars.
    She was alive because no one knew she existed.
    If she got arrested, she was as good as dead.

 
    CHAPTER 2
     
    Sabrina still wore the same black outfit when she walked into Margaux’s apartment at six in the morning, five hours after the busted op, but her ski mask was off and her black hair fell loose around her shoulders. For a deadly operative, she had a Catherine-Zeta-Jones look about her that made men who didn’t know her act like idiots.
    The ones who did know her had enough sense to respect a lethal weapon even when it wore a dress.
    Margaux shut the door and turned to lean against it with her hands in the pockets of her favorite jeans. Her hair was still damp from the shower she’d finally taken after trying to find Snake Eyes.
    He couldn’t hide forever.
    At Ryder’s word that the op was blown, Sabrina had turned to Margaux and given the signal that meant “get the hell out.”  Margaux had used her skills at stealth and evasion to do just that, but as far as she knew, the rest of the team had stayed on site. Maybe even gotten arrested.
    Sabrina stopped in the middle of Margaux’s living room that she thought of as Shabby Chic, but accepted that it was just shabby. When Sabrina finally turned to her, she asked, “Did you find him?”
    Margaux knew she meant Snake Eyes. “No.”
    “Snitches go bad all the time.”
    “It’s illogical. I was paying him well.”
    “To hunt the Banker,”