Master No Read Free

These are men who don’t like their ties to terrorism to be published. They like the dark. If you give them Taggart, I think I might be able to save you.”
    He was the liar?
    “How much?” He had to get her in the exact right position. Everything had to be perfect or he would miss the chance. God, could he even make his body move the way he needed it to?
    She stopped in front of him. Not close enough. “How much? How much are they paying me? More than the Agency did. Way more. There’s a whole world out there, Tennessee. Countries are so blasé. I like to consider myself an independent woman. You know, it wasn’t so bad. Like I said, you’re good in bed.”
    He’d spent more time in Dawn’s bed than any other woman. He tended to keep his relationships shallow, sexual. He forced his head up and looked at her. Beautiful. She was a stunning woman with a slender figure and nice breasts. Platinum blonde hair curled around her jawline, and he’d never seen her without perfectly done makeup. He’d thought she did it all for him, but now he could easily see it was nothing but a mask. There was nothing underneath it but greed and vanity. He hadn’t loved her. He’d simply wanted what Jamie and Phoebe had. He’d been willing to lie to himself to get it.
    Her shoe tapped against the floor, an impatient sound. “Tennessee, they’re going to start in on your teeth this morning. They’ll pull them out one by one. You don’t want that. Give me what I need to satisfy them. I can introduce you to people. A man like you can make a lot of money on the open market. Hey, we could actually be a force as independent contractors. There aren’t a lot of couples working.”
    It was all a lie, but a useful one. She still thought she could get to him, still believed her feminine wiles would work on him. “Kiss me.”
    The thought made his stomach churn, but it would get her where he needed her.
    “Kiss you?” Her dark eyes widened.
    “Kiss me and I’ll tell you where Tag is. I never liked that asshole anyway.” Tag was likely gone. He would be smart. He would disappear, figuring the op was blown. Still, even knowing Tag was safe, he wasn’t giving this bitch anything. Not a goddamn thing.
    Well, except one final gift.
    Her lips curled up in a satisfied smirk. He had her. She stepped forward. “I suppose I can do that.”
    The minute she was close, he swung his legs back and up. Pain screamed though his body, but he did what he needed to do. He forced his legs around her throat, the strength of his thighs drawing her in.
    “What!” She screamed, but it was a muffled sound.
    Ten couldn’t help but laugh because that sound was totally muffled by his dick, which was happily covered with heavy denim. They hadn’t gotten to the ball torture he was certain would have been on the menu today. Those jeans protected him from what he was sure was a sharp set of teeth.
    “You never were any good at oral, babe.”
    She squirmed and tried to force him off, pushing up with her hands. Exactly what he needed. He jerked his cuffed hands up and over the hook and they went tumbling down. He groaned as his body hit the concrete, but he tightened his ankles. They were both down now. If he allowed her to get up, she would go for one of the guns. The only reason she hadn’t been carrying was likely his seeming helplessness.
    His arms would barely move, his body overtaken with pain, and she was fighting in earnest now. It was an instinct, really. His arms wouldn’t work, but he could swing his torso. If he let her go, she would alert the others and then he was done. He would either get away or end this one way or another. He wasn’t getting back on the hook. He tightened his thighs to hold her in place and threw his torso as far as he could to the left.
    There was a horrible crunching sound and she went still.
    So much for love and marriage.
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He couldn’t think about this now. He couldn’t look at her, couldn’t do anything