Administrative Control (Immortal Ops) (4 page)

He had been put in his place and had his eyes opened wide.

He began to shake slightly as his mind threatened to take him back to the events of old—to remind him of what had been his turning point. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t mentally return to it all. He was a broken man now because of it. His self-imposed punishment didn’t seem like enough.

It would never be enough.

The entire dock area smelled like a mix of death and fish. Neither were great on their own. Combined they were nauseating. He avoided any further deep breaths as he surveyed the situation. The mess should have already been cleaned. He could have done it much faster than the current cleanup teams, but there were rules in place for a reason, and exposing himself to those around him wasn’t allowed.

No one had seen Asher arrive. They never did. It was how it should be. He needed to be someone the supernaturals he worked with trusted fully without fearing or questioning his loyalty. Besides, he was forbidden from telling them the truth of himself. The pact between the remaining members of his kind included secrecy. That was fine by Asher. He’d stopped claiming to be one of them long before they’d decided it was best to allow everyone, including supernaturals, to believe them nothing more than mythology. It was for the best. They did not need the insanity he and his kind brought to the table.

His allegiances were his own and not up for debate with the group or the organization. When he’d been brought into the Immortal Ops program, it had not been lightly. The people who thought they had control of it were wrong.

Dead wrong.

Controlling immortal soldiers wasn’t something that could be done easily. Making sure the scientists involved in it all didn’t change sides was apparently even harder—as had already happened.

Bad decisions had been made. Good people had lost their lives.
 

He checked his watch. The current cleanup crew should have already been done with the warehouse and the pier. That spoke to just how big of a cleanup issue they were dealing with.

Your men all returned alive. You can’t ask for anything better.

He could ask that the violence stop—period, but that would never happen. Since the dawn of time good had been pitted against evil. It would continue to be until the end of it all. There was no changing it.

He knew.

He’d tried.

Asher approached the cleanup crew and then stood among them. They had yet to notice his arrival. He’d have a talk with them later about that. They should always be on the alert. They may not be the most skilled fighters the organization had, but they were trained to protect themselves and their surroundings.

This was hardly a secure location.

“Speed it up,” he barked. The two men nearest him nearly jumped out of their skin.

They needed to get their shit together and clear out soon. He wouldn’t risk any of them learning personal information about him. He’d been alive too long and seen too many turncoats to trust anyone with what he held precious.

Or rather
who
.

You should probably start by telling her you have the hots for her
, he thought to himself.

Coward.

With as many years as he’d lived and as many battles as he’d fought, he thought himself a strong man. Not when it came to one tall redhead with curves in all the right places.

She had a way of making him feel weak and vulnerable, something Asher wasn’t used to at all. He’d tried rather unsuccessfully to keep his distance from her, to ignore her pull, but clearly the Fates had other thoughts on the matter.

Damn Fates.

Always butting in where they didn’t belong.

Family did that.

Soon enough he’d see Jinx again and everything would be right in his world once more. Or, as right as it got in his world. A slow smile found its way to his face and he had to control his expression around the cleanup team. They didn’t need to know he was excited to see a woman.

Information was a weapon, and in the wrong hands it could be deadly.

He was far more excited to see Jinx than he should be. This was a business meeting. Nothing more.

He thought back to the times he’d been near her in his life. Each time she’d commanded his attention, holding it, captivating him from his head to his toes.

Never had a woman held such pull over him.

It wasn’t just because she was a succubus. He’d been around enough of those in his lifetime to know that had nothing to do with the attraction he felt for her. His pull to Jinx was carnal and instinctive. Over the years he’d watched her from a distance, always drawn to her, always mindful of what his obsession could bring.

He’d carved out a nice living for himself—staying off the grid for the most part while still helping to fight the good fight.

She knew about him. About the secrets he kept from his own men. About his magik and so much more. She knew about his father and the horrors his father had brought down upon the earth. About the death and destruction that had followed in his father’s wake. And she knew that he carried those same powers, that same ability, and that he walked a fine line of control.

She knew all the details he kept from everyone, yet she’d never once tried to use it to her advantage. That spoke highly of her character. Of her.

Chapter Three

Lukian waited until the colonel headed to a rental car before he turned to the other men. They’d made it as far as their rental before they’d decided to circle around, tuck themselves away and watch what was happening. Something major was going down in Seattle and they were already down some men, having flown out with only half a team. Lukian wasn’t one to ignore bad vibes and he was getting them in spades at the idea of letting the colonel go off on his own.

“Uh, are we planning to stalk the colonel?” Roi asked from the passenger seat. “If so, can I pee first?”

“Jackass,” said Eadan from the back.

“I thought having you both mated would make this bickering like children end,” added Lukian, annoyed with them and their behavior.

“You thought wrong,” Roi said before smiling sweetly. “Captain.”

“Why, exactly, are we tailing the colonel?” asked Eadan. “We don’t think he’s the rogue, do we?”

“No,” Lukian and Roi said in unison.

Lukian put the car in gear as Brooks pulled away. “I think he’s headed into the lion’s den.”

Roi tipped his head. “Shit. Tell me we’re not going to the whorehouse. Missy will kill me.”

“We’re going to a reputable establishment that the colonel is headed to.” Lukian was careful to keep a good distance from Brooks so as not to tip him off that they were directly disobeying his orders.

“An establishment that features hot succubi who cater to supernaturals,” added Roi. “And just so we’re clear, your wife will end you too.”

“She’ll understand this was to make sure nothing bad happens to the colonel,” said Lukian. “You don’t want to be called to another scene to find his body looking like the ones we just left, do you?”

Roi shook his head. “No. But I’m calling my wife.”

Eadan laughed and then stopped, pulling out his cell as well. “Shit. I’m calling mine too.”

Chapter Four

Jinx kept her posture rigid, watching as hired goons tore apart the room before her. The club was her baby. She’d poured so much of herself into it that it was hard to hold back tears as the men continued to knock down shelves, sending liquor bottles crashing to the floor. They’d already broken a fair number of the chairs and tables in an attempt to show off just how strong they were. Apparently total wreckage somehow equaled badass in their minds.

All she’d really gotten out of the ordeal thus far was that they were dicks. Her girls flinched and huddled in behind her. Thankfully, she’d sent her male workers away, telling them they were needed at another location for the evening. Her boys would have exacerbated the ordeal that possibly could have led to a body count. As it was, the goons were simply making a good deal of noise and breaking a lot of items. They’d not hurt anyone.

Yet.

Jinx had tried earlier to get her girls to go too. None of them had bit on the night at the spa that she’d offered. It was as though they’d sensed trouble brewing. And trouble had certainly bubbled over.

The silent alarms had been tripped. Since Jinx and her establishment were hardly normal, the alarms did not notify the local authorities. What would have been the point?

Come quick and then freak the hell out at the sight of paranormals.

No. That would never do.

The alarms notified her and her own private security. They’d come soon enough. Even though she’d told them earlier that she was having the alarms tested and to ignore any possible alerts.

They were smarter than that. They’d know she was bluffing—trying to keep them all safe. When word reached her of the pending raid on her establishment, she’d done all she could to keep her people out of harm’s way.

 
Hopefully her security detail would arrive after Helmuth’s men were done trying to scare her by destroying her club. Her security team was headed up by a rather testy alpha male shifter and he’d kill first and ask questions later. This would only lead to more bloodshed. Helmuth was into some dark and twisted shit now. More than his normal and Jinx didn’t want the wrath of it brought down on her people.

As it stood, Helmuth was annoyed with her putting her nose into his affairs. If his men ended up dead after paying her a visit, she’d have a mess like the one on the docks and she didn’t want that.
 

Helmuth’s goons had been sent to scare her because she’d dared to put a kink in his plans and foil his attempt to kidnap two people. He was pissed and this was his way of making that known to her.

She centered her gaze on Jasper. He was behind the bar and the ringleader of the current group. He moved in Helmuth’s tight inner circle. While he wasn’t Helmuth’s right-hand man, he certainly had the boss’s ear and blessing to be muscle when called for. He was a grade-A asshole who let power go to his head.

She shuddered at the thought of Helmuth. He’d fooled her upon his arrival in Seattle years ago. He’d entered her club looking for the same thing everyone else was who crossed her threshold—sex. As a succubus, Jinx excelled at sex. Her kind required sexual energy and sex to live and survive. This wasn’t a job to her or her people. It was a way to live. Something they needed. And they were good at what they did.

Very good.

No one had left unhappy yet and Jinx had been running sex establishments for centuries. It was easy since she’d basically stopped aging around the age of twenty-five. The more years she had under her belt, the more things changed for her. She’d actually cut back dramatically on taking clients years ago, feeding off the energy in the club instead. She’d made an exception with Helmuth and foolishly let her guard down with him. Once she realized what he truly was—a sick bastard—it was too late. He’d wormed his way into her life.

“So, you like helpin’ the enemy,” Jasper said snidely, pushing more bottles to the floor. He stared out from beady eyes. Five scars lined his right cheek. A sign he’d lost at least one fight in his past with a shifter male. She couldn’t hide her smile. She’d seen him without a shirt before and knew the damage went far beyond his face. Normally, she wouldn’t have gloated at someone else’s pain, but Jasper was a special kind of crazy. He’d been banned from her club years prior for his rough treatment of her girls.

Now he thought himself above the rules governing her place.

He held out a broken bottle in a threatening manner. “Doesn’t look like fucking faeries are around here to lend a hand to you though, does it?”

The faerie in question was Eadan Daly. He was probably tucked away in his home on the east coast, rocking the world of his new bride Inara. The two had come across Jinx’s radar recently and she’d found herself aiding them when she knew it would be in her best interest to remain neutral—as she always did. But there was something about young love that she couldn’t turn her back on.

The tides in the supernatural community were changing and she’d not liked a lot of what she was seeing. Helmuth had paired up with other sick bastards and had grander schemes on the horizon.

Plans that turned her stomach.

As conditioned as she’d been to simply see all but do nothing, she’d found that changing when she’d come face to face with a skinny, hungry Inara in need of help. Inara had ties to an old friend of Jinx’s—James Hagen. Jinx had feared the worst when James had gone missing and was still relieved he had been found alive.

She wouldn’t take back helping Inara. It was the right thing to do and Jinx had watched enough wrongs happen in her life to know it was time she stepped up. The help Jinx provided had cost her.

She now had Helmuth’s goons to contend with. Jasper put a hand on the bar top and continued to wave the broken bottle around in the air, making Jinx’s girls cry more. If Helmuth
really
wanted to make a point, it wouldn’t be with scare tactics. He’d have sent his men to do violence right out of the gate. She knew enough of Helmuth’s type to predict it. And she wouldn’t subject her girls to that. Not if letting the goons trash the place would get them out of her hair.

Jasper laughed. “You put your neck out for PSI and what do you have to show for it?”

She didn’t respond. There was no need. Nothing she said would end what was happening. She intended to let Jasper get his fill of trashing her place and then hope he’d leave. But if he dared to harm one of her girls, Jinx would take the gloves off.

“Nothing to say for yourself?” he demanded.

She shook her head.

Jasper glared at her. “How about I cut up some bitches?”

“You will do no such thing,” said Jinx, stepping forward. “I’ve allowed you to have your fun and games. You’ve scared my girls and caused a fair amount of damage here. You’re done. Leave or I will remove you.”

Jasper snorted. “As if.”

She leveled her gaze on the man, remaining calm in the process. She’d seen real violence in her long life. This was nothing compared to what she’d witnessed and lived through. She walked closer to him. He looked at the tops of her breasts, which she knew were pressed up like offerings. As a succubus she had zero issues with her sexuality. In fact, she embraced and used it as the weapon it was when called for.