Dangerous Loves Romantic Suspense Collection (66 page)

“There’s eight people on two boats,” Vega whispered to Grayson, who without the night vision glass wouldn’t be able to make out that much detail yet. “Perhaps nine. Six of them look like your company’s security force.”

She didn’t tell him that she could clearly make out Butch’s large profile and cowboy hat.

“Can you see what kind of firepower they have?” Grayson asked.

“At least four sub-machine…can’t tell the make…two rifles.” The person seated in the second boat looked like Fiona. Vega didn’t allow herself to garner too much hope though. Butch had no reason to bring Fiona here with him. No reason at all.

“We can assume they each have handguns and knives too,” Grayson said. The dry way he added that, like he was counting weapons, sounded like he was putting a plan together in his head. Vega was glad for that. He had the military training and experience. She didn’t.

He turned his head to face her. She didn’t see him move but heard the leaves rustle and a branch snap. “I want you to get that boat out of the shed and get out of here. The water’s high enough now. You can launch from the beach.”

“Not a chance.” Vega wouldn’t consider the suggestion.

“Let me handle this. Those are men employed by Six-Star to come after me. This isn’t your war.”

“You can forget it. If you get killed, I don’t get paid.” But that wasn’t the reason she was staying. Butch had Fiona, so she needed to get her hands on Butch. Besides, she’d do whatever she could to keep Grayson from getting hurt.

The boats slowed as they drew closer to the island. Vega knew how the drivers were feeling. Just that morning she’d been the sitting duck. The men with the submachine guns and night vision goggles moved to the edge of the two boats and scanned the forest. The small bushes and vines entangled all around Vega and Grayson provided sufficient cover. They didn’t have to worry about being discovered yet.

“With that night scope of yours, you could probably shoot a few of the assassins before they reach shore,” Grayson said. “It would give away our location though. They might blast apart our cover with those submachine guns.”

“Bad idea, then.” A second slithering creature began blazing a trail down her back. Vega could no longer stand it. With a grunt, she flipped over and wiggled in the dirt.

“What?” Grayson nearly shot up from his hiding place. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t stand those damn slimy bugs that keep trying to crawl all over me.” Vega rolled over onto her stomach again, grateful to be rid of that creeping feeling.

Grayson chuckled softly. “I should’ve hid deeper in that swamp a month ago. You never would’ve gotten past the insects, huh?”

She didn’t answer. She watched the first boat pull up to the rickety dock while the second craft served as cover.

“Not exactly a back-to-nature chick, eh Vega?” He stopped chuckling when the first man stepped onto the dock. Grayson’s partner, Joshua Whitfield followed. Vega could almost feel Grayson’s muscles tighten.

Something else had wormed its way into Vega’s shirt by the time the second boat beached and began to unload. She barely noticed, nor did she care. There, under the moonless sky, she watched through her night vision monocle as Butch lifted Fiona over the edge of the boat and set her on her feet. The skirt of the slate-gray suit her sister had worn to the Atlanta police station to question Matt Lockler, was ripped at the hem. Her jacket gone.

Fiona didn’t move from where she’d been placed in the sand. She shivered in the cold night air and glowered at Butch while some bastard kept the barrel of his light machine gun, a M249, trained on her gut. Whitfield stood nearby with a cigarette hanging loose between his lips while he fought with a lighter.

“That man with the cowboy hat,” Grayson whispered. “I recognize him.”

“Butch?”

Grayson turned his head and stared at her. “You know him? I fought him, stopped him from killing Fiona.”

Vega ground her teeth at the thought of the lying bastard touching her sister. She scuttled forward on her belly with one thought in her head. She had to get Fiona out of danger.

Grayson’s hand clamped down on her ankle. He pulled himself forward until he was directly on top of her. “What the hell are you doing?” His quiet voice barely registered in her ear.

“Fiona,” Vega twisted around to mouth.

“You will get yourself killed. Wait.”

Vega had no choice. Grayson rested on top of her like a walrus. Fighting him off would make far too much noise. She’d have to think of another plan, which meant waiting.

“Damn it!” Butch’s voice boomed through the night. “Where the hell is the infrared scope?”

Vega’s heart stopped. An infrared scope would give Butch a deadly edge. Attach the scope to a rifle and no amount of thick, scrubby bushes could hide Grayson and Vega. They’d be finished.

“What?” Butch backhanded the hired gun who’d been speaking to him. “Damn incompetent fool.” He stomped away.

The guard he’d hit heaved forward and covered his mouth with both hands.

“The rest of you split up into teams of two and find Walker and Vega. Kill them on sight.”

Fiona growled. Butch caught her jaw before she uttered anything coherent. “Vega! She’s got to be watching us.” Butch turned a full three-sixty, dragging Fiona along with him. “She won’t let anything happen to her precious little sister.”

“That’s why I insisted we bring her,” Whitfield said.

Butch rolled his eyes.

“Having to stop what I’m doing to save your sister is becoming a thorn in my side,” Grayson said. He started to roll off Vega when a pair of Six-Star guards trampled through the scrub brush not three feet away. She could feel Grayson holding his breath as he waited. The men moved too quickly to spot a neon sign, much less anyone hiding in the bushes. They quickly passed by and disappeared into the island’s thick maritime forest.

“They’re splitting up. That gives us a chance to pare down Whitfield’s forces.” Grayson rose and began tracking the two men, moving low and making less than half the noise than them.

“Wait.” Vega caught his arm. “I’ve got an idea. Follow me.”

She led Grayson back to the bungalow where she’d left her backpack filled with an assortment of goodies. From the bottom, she retrieved a coil of nylon rope. She’d never had cause to use the rope before, but good old Jack had always insisted she carry it. She was going to have to suffer through months of
I told you so
from Jack after this was over—if it worked.

She handed the rope and a pocketknife to Grayson while she retrieved and loaded the pair of her special Taser guns. They felt like regular pistols, only more boxy and fired electricity instead of bullets.

“They’re coming this way,” Grayson whispered urgently.

Two of the four guards searching the clearing were headed straight for the cottage.

Vega smiled. “Good.”

“Have you lost your freaking mind? I’ve seen that look before. On soldiers, usually just before they blasted their way into the middle of a deadly situation and gotten themselves killed.” He pulled her up by the shoulders, not mindful of her healing injury, and gave her a shake. “Snap out of it, Vega. We can’t take them on directly. Not with those toys of yours.” He pointed to the stun guns in her hands.

Vega’s grin only grew. “I’ve got a plan. Don’t worry.”

“Don’t worry? Hell.” He heaved a deep sigh. “The risk isn’t worth it, Vega.”

“Watch.” She snuck toward the front door, keeping low so no one glancing in a window would see her. Grayson tried to stop her, but the men were already at the door…were nearly already on top of her.

“Damn,” he muttered and fished the Beretta out of her backpack. “I’m not going to sacrifice another woman. This isn’t Colombia.”

Vega was dying to ask him about that comment. But there wasn’t time. A guard charged into the room and spun around. He lifted his M249, prepared to shoot. Vega pulled the trigger to the air gun Taser. The electrodes shot through the air and hit the guard like a bolt of lightening. He dropped instantly.

His buddy must have heard the crash. He dashed into the bungalow, the point of his machine gun preceding him. A foot into the room, Vega fired. He too collapsed. His heavy torso smashed onto the top of the first guard.

Neither man moved.

“Tie them up and gag them while I get another set of charges ready,” she said. In the darkness, she could barely make out the wires running from the guns to the electrical probes snagged on the men’s uniforms. “We’ll go after that second pair before anyone starts missing these two.”

“Next time, explain your plan before you run off and scare the hell out of me,” Grayson grumbled and shoved the Beretta into his waistband. He tied up and gagged the men, making sure they weren’t going to be able to do anything more than groan softly, before disconnecting the electrical current.

“Effective, no?” Vega bent down, and grabbed the shoulders of the smaller of the two men and started dragging him across the rough wood floor. “We should lock them in the shed.”

Grayson shook his head. “Thank God you’re finally on my side.”

“Speaking of sides.” Vega put her hand on his shoulder. Now that he was carrying a gun and acting as her partner, there was one question she needed answered. “What happened to Mirna? You called yourself a killer. So tell me, did you murder her? I need to know what happened. I need to know what kind of man is watching my back.”

Deep down she really didn’t want to know. What if he really had killed her? What if…?

Grayson’s eyes sparkled like a predator’s as he stared at her silently for several minutes. “We don’t have the time for this.”

“Yes, we do.” She blocked the door. “What happened?”

Grayson dragged a hand through his bluntly cut hair. “You already know part of the story. We’d been sent to kill the drug czar Carlos Briceno. Mirna was our contact. She got us into the compound.”

He crossed the room as if distance were needed for the rest of the story. Vega held her breath. “Somehow, in the midst of the chaos and killing, I fell for her. I wanted to take her home with me.

“The plan was to sneak into Carlos’s bedroom. Mirna was going to get us there. She was his favorite mistress, you see. We had no trouble getting into position, and no trouble luring Carlos into the room. Then it happened, the one thing I always dread might happen. I don’t know what tipped him off—the guy was paranoid. I should have planned for that. He grabbed Mirna just as I fired. He hauled her against his chest. The bullet…”

Vega went to him and slipped her arms around his waist.

“I should have known that Carlos would choose that moment to grab her. But how could I have…?”

They were together in this and she had to admit she trusted him. Even if the data CD she’d found in Harper’s office didn’t completely clear Grayson, it had connected Whitfield to Spider. And Butch and Whitfield were the bastards holding Fiona at gunpoint.

They left the bungalow and began tracking the second set of guards through the woods. Grayson had a M249 slung over each shoulder. He looked surprisingly like a comic-book action hero. Vega let him keep the assortment of weapons he’d filched off the two guards along with the Beretta he’d taken from her bag.

The guards were following a trail that led to the beach, trashing around in the bushes. Why they chose to search that way Vega couldn’t begin to guess. No one would hide so close to the trail. The guards weren’t completely stupid, however. They took turns watching their rear, giving Vega and Grayson cause to take extra care. After one of the guards stopped and actually backtracked several yards, listening carefully, Grayson took Vega’s arm and pointed to a path the forest had reclaimed years ago. She could barely make out the opening with the night vision monocle.

“It’s too dangerous to follow them like this,” he whispered. “Besides, this way will get us to the beach first.”

She followed as Grayson pushed his way through a tangle of vines. The sand turned deeper, the wind whipped sharper, and the trees shorter as they neared the beach.

Several yards away an angry voice rose. Vega stopped mid-step and listened as the two guards argued. The one guard thought they should turn back while the other insisted they needed to follow the narrow beach.

“I’d swim for another island, if I were in their shoes,” one of them said.

Vega drew out the air gun Taser and squeezed past Grayson. “Follow in about a minute,” she whispered in his ear as she passed. Grayson shook his head violently in protest but didn’t try to stop her, though she could see how he was itching to take control.

Which wasn’t going happen, not with Fiona’s life in danger. Fiona was
her
sister,
her
responsibility. If anyone needed to make a sacrifice, she intended to be the one making it.

A few bright stars winked from behind a curtain of clouds, sparkling in the dark waters before disappearing again. A bird perched somewhere in the thickest part of the vegetation called a long, lonely tune. The two guards down the beach continued to argue.

They were foolish, those guards. Vega had run across their type before. Vicious on the outside but no depth or discipline, which made them easy prey. Crouched low, she worked her way through the sea oats and hilly dunes to close the distance between her and the men. Her Taser guns were effective to up to fifteen feet, but since she didn’t have much experience with them, she worked her way closer.

Ten feet.

Five feet.

The one guard shut up. He punched the other man in the chest and put a finger to his lips. She held herself perfectly still while the men scanned the area. At this distance and with their night vision goggles, they’d spot her.

It didn’t matter though. She had her sights fixed on the both of them. She squeezed the triggers. With a whoosh, the electrical probes sailed through the air.

The guard on the right fell. The guard on the left gave a cry of alarm and fired his M249 into the dunes. The rapid percussion echoed through the night while a veil of sand shot up into the air.

She must have missed her mark. Vega dove for cover and pulled out her Glock.