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He turned to her then, as if waiting for her rebuttal. In the faint light drifting in from the streetlamps she could see he was looking for her approval. His jaw was shadowed with a long day’s beard growth. She still wore his jacket, so the white shirt was a stark contrast to his skin… his thick black hair and that face. The one that had haunted her dreams for more than two decades. No matter how far she ran or how hard she tried to forget.
“Push that first button again,” she whispered, her body weak with need.
His seat powered back until it reached maximum distance from the steering wheel.
She moistened her lips and gave him another order. “Take off your belt and unfasten your trousers.”
The ache of need that claimed his face undid her a little more. The hiss of leather sliding through the silk loops lit a fire deep inside her. She kicked off her pumps and climbed across the console, careful of the still-healing injury on his side from last week’s encounter with the Player. He scooted her dress up her thighs and she reached down and felt for him.
He growled with desire when his fingers found her bare bottom. “Do you always go out to dinner without wearing panties?”
“Shut up. I need to do laundry. I didn’t have any clean that wouldn’t show under this dress.” She made a desperate sound as her fingers wrapped around him and guided him to the right spot. Then she eased downward, all thought ceasing as the explosion of sensations filled her mind and body.
He caressed her bottom while she moved in that natural rhythm that had them both rushing toward climax. She ripped open his shirt so she could touch him. The place where the knife had dug in terrifyingly deep… his chest… his face. She wanted to touch all of him and she did not want to close her eyes. She watched. Watched as he unraveled. Watched until passion caught them both in that final incredible burst of pleasure. He pulled her mouth down to his and he kissed her like he had never kissed her before… like this might be the last time he would have that opportunity.
And then he held her there until they had both stopped gasping for breath. Afterward he whispered the sweetest words to her. “I’m taking you home and I’m keeping you at least for the night.”
Every part of her still throbbed with pleasure. His taste had melted in her mouth like the chocolate she loved so. If she could smell nothing for the rest of her life except his skin, that would be enough. Right now, this minute, if she died, she would die more physically satisfied than she had ever been in her entire life.
“What if I don’t want to go to your house?” She licked his jaw just to taste him again.
“What’s wrong with my house?” He groaned as she wiggled her bottom.
“That’s your chief of police house. I’d rather go to my place.”
He laughed. “This is my chief of police car and that didn’t stop you from seducing me.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “I so did not seduce you. You brought me here and gave me your jacket and looked at me the way you looked at me…” She sighed. “And I was besotted and lost my mind for a few minutes.”
He was the one laughing now. The way the sound vibrated in his chest made her breasts tingle. “Okay.” He reached up and traced her cheek with his fingertips. “We’ll go wherever you want.”
“Good answer.” She climbed back across the console, pulling her dress beneath her bottom as she went.
The silence felt good as he drove. She sat with her legs curled under her and her face pointed at him so she could just look. His shirt was ripped open. His trousers hastily fastened. The fancy Mercedes smelled of hot sex. She smiled. The night hadn’t turned out so bad after all.
“If you don’t stop looking at me that way,” he threatened, “we’re going to be making another stop before we get to your place.”
She laughed and faced forward. What she needed was a distraction from him. Dragging her bag into her lap, she scraped around the bottom for her cell phone. Inevitably that was where it always ended up.
There shouldn’t be any missed calls, but she had an app for checking local news.
“What the hell?”
Her head snapped up at Dan’s comment and she saw the flashing lights up ahead.
There were cop cars and fire and rescue… all over the parking lot of the Howard Johnson’s she called home.
She grabbed her shoes and yanked them on, then reached for the door latch.
“Stay in the car until I see what’s going on,” Dan ordered.
“Like hell.” She wrenched open the door and bailed out. His jacket floated off her shoulders and landed on the seat.
She reached the official crime scene perimeter before he did. When she glanced back, Dan had tucked his shirttail in and pulled on his jacket to try to camouflage the fact that most of the buttons on his shirt were missing.
“What’s going on here, Officer?” Jess flashed her credentials.
“A couple of the rooms were vandalized. A lot of gunfire but no one was injured. Just a couple of scared residents.” He lifted the yellow tape for her to cross under it. “I heard one of the detectives say it was gang related.”
The officer suddenly snapped to a higher state of attention as Burnett appeared behind her and showed his ID.
Jess’s instincts were screaming. She hurried through the side entrance she always used and past the swimming pool. Cops were swarming around her room and the ones on either side of it.
The cell phone she was still holding vibrated in her hand.
Harper calling.
“Harris.”
“Chief, we have a problem. Where are you?”
She spotted him beyond the open door of her room. “Coming up on your position now, Sergeant.”
He looked up and nodded. “I see you.”
Burnett beat her to the door but allowed her to enter first.
Her room had been torn apart. Her clothes… all of her stuff… was scattered around the room in pieces. The walls were filled with line after line of bullet holes. Anything breakable was shattered.
“It was MS-13, ma’am,” Harper said as she stalled beside him.
“I see that, Sergeant.” Her full attention remained on the wall above her bed where a warning had been left in what appeared to be spray paint.
The RAGE has started
.
She slowly turned around, studying the Roman numerals that marked this work as that of MS-13.
Burnett was talking to a crime scene tech and Captain Allen. The crime scene folks had gotten here in a hurry. GTF as well.
Jess focused on the warning written in big red letters. “Do you know if that means something, Sergeant?” She pointed to the word
rage
.
He nodded, his face grim. “Yes, ma’am. It’s a video game set in a postapocalyptic world where the players have to shoot to kill, and survival in the new world is about kill or be killed because civilization as we know it is over. A lot of gangbangers talk about the end of the world and a total takeover. They thrive on the anger—the rage. That’s how they keep their members motivated.”
“And right now some of them are pretty pissed off at me,” she suggested.
“Looks that way.”
As if a robocall had gone out to the entire department, Harper, Burnett, and Allen all reached for their cell phones. Jess suddenly felt hers vibrate.
Lori calling.
“Harris.”
“Jess, have you seen the news?”
“I haven’t.” From the looks of her demolished television set, she wouldn’t be seeing it anytime soon. “What’s going on?”
“That house on Center Street where Lopez’s crew was hanging out just exploded. A group calling themselves the Black Brotherhood has claimed responsibility. I’m reading you the breaking news scroll right off the screen,” Lori explained. “According to Channel Six and Gina Coleman, an anonymous source reported that this is just the beginning. The day of reckoning is at hand.”
Jess pressed her hand to her stomach and stared at the warning over her wrecked bed. “Whoever is behind this just left me a message at the HoJo’s.”
Now where was she going to stay? More importantly, how many lives would be lost if this situation got further out of control?
“Jess, you can stay at my place.”
There was nothing salvageable here; that was for sure. Everything was destroyed.
“Jess, are you there?”
Lori’s voice dragged Jess’s attention back to the phone. “Yeah. I’m here. But I have to go and figure this out.” She ended the call and surveyed her place again.
Even her shoes had been spray-painted or ripped apart.
Burnett moved to her side. She almost laughed at herself. Less than five minutes at a crime scene and she was already calling him Burnett.
“If there’s anything you want to take with you, grab it. I need to get you someplace safe until this is over.”
She felt reasonably confident there would be no safe place for anyone until this was over.
“Jess?”
She froze as her brain assessed and identified the voice. That was impossible. She turned around, certain she was mistaken.
He couldn’t be here
.
Supervisory Special Agent Wesley Duvall stood just inside the door of her wrecked motel room. Dressed in a stylish charcoal suit, white shirt, and navy tie, and even at this hour there was not a jet-black hair out of place.
He gave her a nod. “I have to hand it to you, Jess. When you decide to shake things up, you don’t hold back.”
“Wesley.” Jess smiled as best she could, considering Burnett was standing beside her, glaring at her ex-husband and she was… stunned. “What’re you doing here?”
He closed the distance between them and gave her a firm hug. He held on to her when he drew back as if he needed to look her over thoroughly. “It sounded to me as if you were in trouble and I came to give you a hand.”
Speaking of hands, Burnett’s hand thrust between them. “Daniel Burnett, chief of police.”
Wesley released Jess to shake the other man’s hand. “We spoke yesterday. I appreciate the heads-up that Jess was safe and sound.”
This was truly… unexpected.
Wesley turned back to her and flashed a warm smile. “I am so pleased to see you.
We
have a lot of catching up to do.”
Jess wasn’t sure if that was an invitation or a warning, but right now she needed a new home and at least six hours of sleep.
“Well.” She looked from Wesley to Dan and back. “It’s been a long day. I’m certain I’ll see both of you tomorrow.”
Before either man could summon a proper response, Jess walked away. She didn’t know how far she would get before one or both rushed after her, but it felt good to be the one doing the walking.
She needed a ride to Lori’s for the night. Her Audi was still at the lab. Tomorrow was Monday and time to get back to work. A hurricane was brewing in her hometown and she was, it seemed, right in the eye of it.
Wouldn’t be the first time she’d been surrounded by trouble. She doubted it would be the last.
The truly strange part was that she’d just lost basically everything she owned, yet somehow she felt as if she were finally home.
Right on cue she was promptly flanked on either side by six feet of walking, talking testosterone. Perhaps this aspect of the evening was the really strange part. The two most relevant men from her past were abruptly right here, beside her.
One she had alternately loved and hated for half a lifetime… the other she had married.
“We should get you moved to a new hotel,” Dan suggested from his position on her right.
“Don’t you have a safe house?” Wesley countered from her left. “Until this situation is properly assessed, she needs protection.”
Jess shook her head. What she needed was for Sergeant Harper to get her out of here.
As if she’d telegraphed the thought, he appeared. “Ready to go, ma’am? Detective Wells called to say you needed a ride to her place.”
“Absolutely, Sergeant.” Jess looked from one overprotective high-ranking male to the other. “Good night, gentlemen.”
Whatever happened tomorrow, one thing was absolutely certain. It would be undeniably interesting and immensely complicated.
The story of her life.
DEBRA WEBB was born in Scottsboro, Alabama, to parents who taught her that anything is possible if you want it badly enough. She loved telling stories and began writing at age nine. Growing up on a farm in rural Alabama provided the wide-open spaces and fertile ground for her vivid imagination. When she met and married the man of her dreams, Debra put her writing aside and tried some other occupations. Shortly after the birth of her first daughter, Debra’s husband joined the military. Eventually the US Army took them to Berlin, Germany, and Debra accepted a position as secretary in the commanding general’s office.
For more than a dozen years after returning to the States, Debra and her family lived in a small Tennessee town where everyone knew everyone else. A few years after they settled in Tennessee her second daughter was born. Though she hadn’t written in nearly two decades, Debra took up writing again. With the support of her family and God’s blessing, her dream of being published came true in 1999. A dozen years and one hundred novels later,
Obsession
, the debut in Debra’s new Faces of Evil romantic thriller series, raced up the bestseller charts.
Debra’s life has come full circle now. She and her family, along with their three dogs, have moved back home to Alabama, where Debra is busy creating more chilling adventures for the characters in her stories.
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Birmingham, Alabama
Wednesday, July 14, 1:03 p.m.
Special Agent Jess Harris’s career was in the toilet along with the breakfast she’d wolfed down and then lost in a truck stop bathroom the other side of Nashville.
God, this wasn’t supposed to happen.
Jess couldn’t breathe. She told herself to either get out of the car or power down a window, but her body refused to obey a single, simple command.