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A MISSION TO SURVIVE. A FUTURE TO SECURE.

Dr. Sandra Haddad had created a serum that would change the world. In the right hands, it could heal the sick. In the wrong hands, kill millions. When she found herself in the crosshairs of a dangerous general with aspirations of world domination, she was given a bodyguard—Booker McKnight, the only man she’d ever loved and the last man
she wants by her side.

McKnight was a soldier turned mercenary. Haunted by loss, he knew that protecting the doctor meant flirting with disaster. He needed her, but not in the way she believed—or wanted. Earning her trust would get them one step closer to completing this mission. But losing her again was unimaginable. And yet he had no choice but to tell her the truth: that using her as bait
was their only option.

Something broke loose inside her, something she’d held back for almost a year.

“You protect. I heal, Booker.” She touched a finger to the lock of hair on his forehead, then brushed it back, testing his limits. “Let me try to do my job.”

When he didn’t move, she leaned in, then up until their lips almost touched. “Maybe I’ll heal us both in the process,” she whispered.

With a groan, he pulled her to him. His mouth covered hers, just as she wanted, just as she remembered.

Desire tumbled free, caught between them, pushed and pulled by longing, need…months of loneliness.

He took, she gave, until the air thickened, the edges of reality blurred.

She’d missed him, missed this. His arms tightened, drawing her into his lap as if he’d missed her,
too.

Suddenly Booker broke away, his gun raised behind her back, pointed at the window.

Donna Young

Bodyguard Lockdown

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Donna Young, an incurable romantic, lives with her family in beautiful Northern California.

Books by Donna Young

HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE

  824—BODYGUARD RESCUE
  908—ENGAGING BODYGUARD
  967—THE BODYGUARD CONTRACT
1016—BODYGUARD CONFESSIONS
1087—SECRET AGENT, SECRET FATHER
1106—A BODYGUARD FOR CHRISTMAS
1148—CAPTIVE OF THE DESERT KING
1310—BLACK OPS
BODYGUARD
1424—BODYGUARD LOCKDOWN

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Dr. Sandra Haddad—
A world-renowned scientist. Driven by a past family tragedy, she’s developed a rapid healing serum that will revolutionize modern medicine. Or kill millions of people…

Booker McKnight—
A former black ops agent intent on revenge against the arms dealer who killed his family. It’s taken him five years to set the trap. His bait? A beautiful
research scientist. But when it comes time to spring the trap, can he risk the woman he loves, to destroy the man he hates?

General Riorden Trygg—
An arms dealer, who will not stop short of world domination. The only obstacles in his way? A woman scientist, a former government agent and a small country or two.

Colonel Jim Rayo—
He’s ex-military with an aptitude for weapons and war. As
a young soldier he swore allegiance to his commander. Now, decades later, when that commander turns out to be a fanatical arms dealer, does Rayo stand his ground…or get buried under it?

To Kay Kelly

For your strength, love, wisdom and wicked sense of humor.
And for sharing with me your wonderful memories of my
parents, my
grandparents and our families.
You know Uncle John is smiling….
Happy birthday, Aunt Kay. I love you.

Chapter One

United States Disciplinary Barracks, Leavenworth

“Front and center, General.” The order caught on Sergeant Tom Levi’s tongue. A night of sour beer and stale peanuts left his mouth thick and woolly. It was 0500 hours, he was hungover and not in the mood for anyone’s attitude.

“Now!” He banged the cell bars with his flashlight. Tiny sledgehammers pounded inside
his skull, setting his teeth on edge.

Tom wasn’t a lightweight. At five eleven, one hundred ninety pounds, he’d been able to hold his liquor since he was eighteen. Twenty years later, he could damn well do it without a splitting headache the next day.

The problem was he hadn’t stopped at two beers. Somewhere during the second drink he’d lost track of time, ended up slamming more beers
then blacked out.

He woke up in his car at four in the morning, half intoxicated, with his cell phone ringing.

His commander ordered him to report to the prison. Stat.

“Damn it, Trygg, get your butt up!” Tom snapped. Nausea churned in his gut and sharpened the dry grit that gouged at his eyes.

Feet shuffled slow and steady from the other side of the door, echoed by a slight
cough that came with smoking expensive cigars. “What can I do for you this morning, Sergeant?”

“You have two minutes to get yourself presentable. I’m taking you to the commander.”

It was a lie, of course. Transfer papers had hit the commander’s desk last evening, ordering the prisoner, General Riorden Trygg, from Leavenworth, Kansas, to an undisclosed destination in Washington, D.C.

Before his arrest, the general had been dealing in military weapons on the side, supplying enemies with the means to kill American soldiers.

Any one of the soldiers in the prison would give a year in solitary confinement for thirty seconds with the man on the other side of the cell bars.

Hell, if it wasn’t for his career, Tom would throw the bastard into a cell full of these guys.
All of them had served overseas in their careers. And most had lost friends or family in combat.

Tom glanced at his watch. Two minutes were up.

“Hal! Let’s do this!”

Tom waited until Sergeant Harold Coffey joined him, shackles in hand. Slightly overweight with a bulldog face, Hal was known as the least intelligent of the group. But he had meat on him, enough to handle any prisoner
who got out of line.

“Stand clear, Trygg. Hands on your head, knees on the floor,” Tom ordered, then flashed his light into the cell.

After Trygg was in position, he opened the door.

Hal quickly secured the shackles and hoisted Trygg to his feet.

“What’s really going on, Sergeant Levi?” Trygg questioned. “In the five years I’ve been here, the commander has never reported for
duty before nine in the morning. Later, if he managed a night with his mistress.”

“Shut up, Trygg. Or I’ll shut you up.” But the damage was done. Other inmates had heard the exchange.

“You finally taking the trash out, Levi?” yelled one of the prisoners. “Don’t we get to watch him die in a few months?”

Tom ignored them and pushed Trygg forward.

The cell block erupted. Prisoners
banged on their bars, spewing profanity and threats at the general.

Trygg shuffled forward, his back ramrod straight, his close-cropped hair snow-white and meticulously neat.

The general’s features remained emotionless. His square jaw balanced the low brow, the deep-set azure eyes.

Not surprising. Riorden Trygg, while a traitor to his country, was still a military man through and
through.

They passed through lockdown security, and followed the procedure of being scanned.

A few minutes later, the three men stepped out onto the compound parking area. A predawn mist, heavy from days of rain, blanketed the concrete yard, settled through the high barbed-wire fences.

Tom directed Trygg toward the armored truck—army issued, muddy green and no windows—parked just
beyond the exit.

Two guards stood at the back bumper. Their rifles ready, their eyes scanning the perimeter.

Tom turned to the nearest guard. “Ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Let’s go,” he ordered Trygg, and then nudged the older man forward.

The vehicle door stood open, revealing a long, narrow path inside, flanked by two benches and a thin window separating the driver and cab at
the far end.

Tom shackled the general’s hardware to a bolted iron bar on the floor, pushed him onto one bench and then sat across from him on the other.

Harold settled next to the general.

“So where are we going, Sergeant Levi?”

“Where the army wants you.”

“Fair enough.” Trygg smirked, his cool blue eyes sweeping over Tom. “You look like you had a rough night.”

Tom
said nothing. He had no windows to look out, except for a small slit facing the driver’s cab. Regulation wouldn’t have permitted him to anyway. He needed both eyes on his prisoner.

Fifteen minutes later, the truck stopped. Plane engines roared outside, vibrating the concrete beneath the vehicle’s tires.

“Sounds like I’m going quite a distance,” Trygg commented, then purposefully glanced
at Tom’s watch. “Or maybe not anywhere at all.”

Without warning, gunfire burst from outside on the tarmac. Bullets ripped through the front windshield. The driver’s head exploded, blood and gray matter spattered the slit window.

“Damn it!” Tom reached for his side arm. “That’s bulletproof glass.”

“New kind of ammunition,” Trygg explained, his tone deceptively pleasant. “My men have
had access to it for a couple months now.”

“Your men—”

“Tom.”

Tom’s head snapped around. Harold leveled his pistol at Tom’s chest. “You stupid son of a bitch!”

Red blotches mottled Hal’s face. From anger or embarrassment, Tom couldn’t be sure. But the man’s hand remained steady, his jaw tight. “Money talks,” Hal sneered.

“This isn’t personal, Sergeant,” Trygg commented,
the blue of his eyes arctic, the pupils dilated and dark with malevolence. “You are in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

A chilling calm rippled through Tom. So be it.

“You’ll never live to see any payoff, Hal,” Tom said, while his hand slipped slowly to his hip. “That’s why Trygg offered the job to you. You’re too stupid to realize it.”

“But you weren’t, Sergeant Levi. Which
is why we drugged you a bit last night. Couldn’t have you thinking with a clear head this morning, now could we?” Trygg acknowledged.

“How did you know I’d be assigned?”

When the general smirked, Tom swore. Inside job. High up.

Suddenly angry, Tom grabbed for his pistol. But his fingers barely touched the metal grip when Harold fired.

“Who’s stupid now?” Hal watched his friend
fall to the floor, then retrieved the shackle keys from his belt.

Hal unlocked the chains and Trygg rubbed his wrists. It was a shame really, Trygg thought, studying Tom’s body on the floor. He could have used someone like Sergeant Levi in his unit. Smart. Talented. Just too much patriotic idealism for Trygg’s plans.

“Ready, General?”

Nothing like the poor excuse for a soldier standing
in front of him.

“Not quite yet, Sergeant.” Trygg grabbed Tom’s pistol, pointed and pulled the trigger three times.

Hal slumped back against the wall, a trail of blood gushing from his throat as he struggled for breath. Trygg shrugged. “Unfortunately for you, Sergeant Levi was right.”

A fist pounded the truck’s side. “All clear, General?”

“Yes, Colonel. Situation is controlled.”
Trygg dropped the pistol, stepped over the two dead bodies and stood toward the front of the truck.

“Clear!”

The two doors exploded, knocking Trygg slightly off his feet. His hand shot out, found the wall, and he steadied himself.

Then the acid edge of gunpowder sliced through the air, burned his nostrils. He stepped toward the door. The frigid morning air slapped at him.

“Smell that, Jim?” He took a deep breath, looked at the man waiting at the step of the truck. “Know what that is?”

“No, sir,” Colonel Jim Rayo answered honestly. He was a man of average height, with a barrel chest and a thick trunk that left little room for more than a squat neck under hard, weather-lined features and keen brown eyes.

Trygg jumped to the ground and slapped his friend
on the shoulder. “That is the scent of freedom.”

“We’re not safe yet, General.” Rayo’s mouth thinned into a grim line, then nodded to a tan sedan a few yards away. “I have a plane waiting for us at a private airstrip nearby. We should be in Taer by tonight.”

“And the good doctor? Has she been detained?”

“Yes, sir.” Rayo signaled the other men into their cars and led the general
to his ride. “The men seized Doctor Sandra Haddad an hour ago.”

“And?” Trygg asked, pausing at the car.

“You were right.” Jim opened the passenger door. “She put up one hell of a fight.”

“That’s promising,” Trygg replied. “After five years of waiting, I’d hate to think she’d make this easy for me.”

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