THEIR_VIRGIN_PRINCESS (29 page)

A sad smile curled her lips up. “We’ve opened a whole lot of
doors, Coop.”

He sat back up because she really had been trying. He caught
her mouth with his, a sweet affection. “I know, baby, but this is a damn
important door.”

She took a long breath and her shoulders shuddered slightly.
“It was hell.”

Oh, crap.
He’d
kind of thought Dane would be around when she opened up, but he wasn’t going to
shut her down. “I know, baby, but it can’t hurt you now.”

“What if some of those doors you want me to open lead to bad
places? What if they show you things you might not want to see?”

He didn’t want to see any of it, wished it had never
happened, but those months were so important to who Alea was now that if they
didn’t talk about it, those memories would become landmines that eventually
exploded. “There is nothing you can tell me that will make me love you less,
Alea.”

“Sometimes I feel like I should have done more,” she began
quietly. “Lots of women died in that place. Why was I kept alive? Why didn’t
they rape me? I know that sounds horrible. I’m happy they didn’t, but there’s
this piece of me that wonders…”

He stayed perfectly still. She was like a deer he didn’t
want to scare off. So beautiful and fragile and ready to bolt at the slightest
sign of danger. He kept his voice quiet, tender. “Wonder what, baby?”

“If they had used me the way they did the other girls, maybe
it would have been easier on them. Maybe some of them wouldn’t have died. The
girl in the room next to me…” Her voice cracked a little, and her hand found
his, linking them together. “I could hear her. She was forced to service so
many men. So many. They used her until she died. I’m not sure of what, but I
know she was dead in her bed one morning a few days before I was rescued. What
if I had taken some of her burden?”

Tears made his vision a blurry mess, and he tightened his
hand around hers, willing his love and comfort into her. She didn’t need his
strength. She was so damn strong. This guilt had to be a heavy burden to bear.
“Baby, you didn’t get to make that choice.” And he was so happy she hadn’t been
forced to make the sacrifice. “And you have no idea whether it would have
helped or not. You didn’t force those men on her.”

“I felt so helpless. So small and meaningless.”

That was the true horror of what those bastards had done to
her, Cooper realized. She’d had her identity and her whole worldview torn apart
and ground into the dirt. Alea was a woman who had been taught to reach out to
people. It had been bred into her bones. Royalty in Bezakistan worked for the
country and for their people. Tal, Rafe, and Kade were constantly in the oil
fields and scoping out the work at the site of the new green project. Alea’s
aunt still visited hospitals, her days filled with charity work. Alea had been
born to do the same. Then she’d been forced into a situation where she could do
nothing but watch the women around her suffer.

He sat up and forced her to look at him, gently tilting her
head up. Tears streaked down her face. “You did everything you could. But you
aren’t there anymore…”

Alea turned suddenly, her gaze taking in the ocean. “Cooper,
I…What is that?”

A sound like a buzzing, and then a loud splash, followed by
another. Cooper looked out over the water and felt his eyes widen. There in the
sun and surf was a mirage. It had to be. It couldn’t be a boat coming their
way. No. Not a boat because he wasn’t ready. They weren’t ready. He’d just
started making real progress with Alea.

“It’s a boat. Oh my god. Someone’s found us.” Alea stood up,
wiping the tears from her eyes. “I have to get dressed. We have to find Lan and
Dane. I don’t know what to do.”

Now it was getting closer, and he could see two men in the
body of the boat, their figures still in the distance. He stood with Alea and
hugged her because she was close to panic. He could feel it, see it in the way
her body stiffened and her eyes became tight.

She looked up at him. “Make them go away, Coop. Make them go
away.”

He held her close, but his heart sank. He couldn’t hold her for
long, couldn’t make the moment last because every second brought the boat
closer and closer to shore. Reality was encroaching, and they couldn’t meet it
like this. They had to find their clothes and get ready for what came next.

Their time in paradise was over.

“This is Nix. Talk to me.” Lan picked up the phone with
absolutely no regard to the fact that the person on the other end of the line
had probably called to talk to Dane. He wasn’t willing to let Dominic Anthony
wait until Dane got out of what seemed like the longest shower of all time.

Of course, Dane and Cooper were in the shower with Alea, so
it could still be a while.

A deep voice came over the satellite phone. “Nice to know
you’re alive, Nix. Have you talked to the sheikh yet, or am I your first call
now that you’re back from the dead?”

Back from the dead?
If that had been death, he didn’t want to be alive again. All he could think
about was how closed off Alea had become, as though she was shutting down a
little more with every mile that stupid boat had put between them and paradise.
He’d been surprised she’d allowed Dane and Cooper to usher her into the
bathroom of their hotel on Koror, an island in the Palau chain. “Her Highness has
already spoken with her cousins.”

“I assume the plane crash was an attempt on the princess’s
life.” There was no uncertainty in Dominic Anthony’s voice.

Why question an undeniable truth? “Oh, yes. There’s no doubt
about that.”

“I’ve already worked up a profile on the pilot. He was being
treated for chronic back pain. It wasn’t life threatening, but several members
of his family had heard him talk about not wanting to live with it anymore.
Surprisingly enough, his wife said she found twenty thousand in euros in a safe
at their house the night he died.”

That had been the payoff. Cheap. Twenty thousand for six
lives. Of course, the pilot had only actually managed to take out himself and
the hostess. “Well, it was smart to pull cash.”

“Yeah,” Dominic agreed. “Hard to follow that trail. I have a
few ideas. I’ve been pulling all the CCTV feeds from around the palace and in
the surrounding city for the days before the crash. The wife claims the money
wasn’t in the safe when she looked two days before her husband died, and we got
his day planner. He was supposed to have a meeting with someone, no name, of
course, the day before the crash. All I have is the time the meeting supposedly
took place in the al Mussad marketplace.”

Which about twenty thousand people walked through each day,
so it would be damn hard to find the culprit, even if they knew who they were
looking for. “Damn it.”

“Riley’s got some hotshot facial recognition software. Let’s
give him some time.”

Lan didn’t have a choice on that front. “Let me know if you
find anything. In the meantime, we want you to look into everyone who knew she
would be on that plane, starting with that British asshole who let her take his
place.”

“Thurston-Hughes? Absolutely. I started that investigation
the minute I heard the plane hadn’t made it to Sydney. The funny thing is, ol’
Oliver claims that his brother received an e-mail the day the plane went down,
claiming responsibility for killing him and his wife. Anti-monarchists,
supposedly. I thought it was rather convenient, especially since we can’t
really trace the e-mail. Best we’ve managed so far is to determine it was sent
from somewhere in the Middle East.”

Where Oliver was currently spending his time.

“And why would the pilot go through with the job once he was
in the air? I get that he might not have gotten an updated passenger list. He’s
not the one who loads the fuel and takes care of meals and drinks, but the
hostess would have informed him.” It didn’t make a lick of sense to Lan. He’d
been involved in a lot of operations, and rule number one was to take out your
intended target.

A long sigh came over the line. “Yeah. I thought about that,
too. This pilot routinely flew to London, so he could have connections there,
but it doesn’t make sense to continue that job if the targets aren’t on board.
People who hire assassins tend to want their money’s worth, and they wouldn’t
have a problem coming after a pilot’s wife to get their dough back.”

“Do you have anything incriminating on Oliver? If he’s lying
about this so-called threat, he’s probably doing it to cover his own ass.”

Lan was thinking about offing the guy any way he sliced it,
but having an actual case might help at his eventual trial if he got caught. He
hadn’t liked the way the Brit had been sniffing around Alea. If the asshole had
really wanted her, maybe he’d been the one to have her kidnapped and kept for
him. Perhaps he’d decided, since the first plan had failed, that if he couldn’t
have her no one could. He’d made it perfectly plain that he didn’t appreciate
her guards. Maybe he’d known she had a thing for him, Coop, and Dane, so he’d
decided to kill her.

“We’ve had this case on hold for a few weeks while Law and
Riley aided in the search for the princess. Riley can do some amazing things
with other people’s satellites. The wreckage wasn’t deep and the water is
fairly clear in that part of the world. He narrowed the search to a hundred
possible sites, and we’ve been checking every single one of them, combing all
those little islands. Law was going to take the plane up and go over that
particular chain, but the government of Palau told us it’s some sort of
eco-sanctuary, and today was the day their scientists came out to check on
birds and shit. They were not happy to see you. Apparently, you four are a
plight on the delicate ecosystem. How many fucking pigs did you have to kill?”

He’d been hungry. He would fucking do it again. “I want you
back on the case.”

“Already on it. And I’m on my way out to the palace right
now. Lawson is on Koror attempting to keep the press in line, but you should
know they are all over this story, and some of it isn’t good, man.”

He moved away from the shower. “What do you mean? People are
really that upset that I killed some pigs to survive?”

“No.” Dominic hesitated. Lan hated those nasty little pauses
because he knew that whatever came next would be shitastic. “It’s about Her
Highness.”

He felt himself go cold. “What about Alea?”

“Ah, there it is. I thought you were going to keep up the
professional pretense forever, but I was pretty sure something was going on
there. So you three finally got the princess to come around. Good. She’s going
to need you.” Dominic sounded satisfied, as though he’d thrown out a bit of
bait that had gotten a nice-sized bite.

“Tell me.” Lan didn’t have the patience to play games.

“The press started out good. I mean, good as in everyone was
worried about the princess, but somewhere along the way some asshole reporter
picked up the story of her kidnapping and found three of the other girls that
the Lennox brothers saved from the same brothel. Two of them wouldn’t talk, but
one has been all over the fucking media spilling about how the princess would
watch them be tortured and do nothing to help.”

“She couldn’t help.” Lan found the words hard to grind out
of his mouth. His vision was starting to go red. “She was a
victim
.”

“Yeah, well, the press loves a juicy story, whether it’s the
truth or not, and they seem to want to make the princess the villain of this
piece. Sells more copies of their rags. You know how it goes. No one loves the
one percenters these days. And you three won’t be kept out of it, you know.”

“What do you mean?” What did the press want with them?

“They know your names. They’ve been all over your family
members. You don’t have a family, but they’ve been to the town where you grew
up. Nix, you should know that they’re asking all kinds of intrusive questions,
making nasty assumptions.”

He couldn’t care less what they said about him. Alea was a
different story. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” There was a
knock on the door. Law Anders. “Your boy is here. I’ll catch you at the palace.
We’ll do a debrief there.”

“Good. And you should know I’m investigating the girl who’s
singing to the press. I hate to put a bunch of heat on a victim, but I don’t
buy her story and I don’t like how much she seems to be enjoying her fifteen
minutes. Riley’s running some reports on her as we speak.”

Lan opened the door to let Law Anders in, and it looked like
the man had gotten what they needed. He was carrying a case that had to contain
a nice shiny new set of guns. They’d tried to save their own, but after getting
wet and being exposed to the elements, Lan had preferred new ones. Not that
they’d needed them on the island. There it had felt better to have a spear in
his hand. Now that they were back to reality, Lan couldn’t wait to armor up
because someone was still coming after his girl.

Law stalked in, setting the case on the bed as Lan finished up
with Dominic. He hung up the phone and went straight for the SIG.

Law Anders took a step back. His suit jacket came open, and
Lan noticed he was already armed to the teeth with two semis in shoulder
holsters. “Hopefully they’re adequate. It wasn’t easy getting handguns on this
godforsaken island. I had to have them imported. Can we get back to concrete
and shit soon? All this tropical crap bugs me.”

Yeah, he was a peach, but he had good taste in guns. Lan
felt the weight in his hand, a welcome friend. “When’s the plane getting here?
And who’s the pilot? You can’t expect me to put her on another plane with some
random asshat.”

He didn’t want to put her on a plane at all, but the
revelation about the press made it impossible to stay here. They needed to get
her back to the palace where they could shelter her and start the damage
control. No doubt, Tal would get his PR people on it soon, but the longer they
hid from the press without floating a story of their own, the longer those
reporters would repeat whatever the hell that stupid snitch told them.