The Assassin’s Billionaire Bodyguard – Chapter 50
Isabella paced around the room where she’d been escorted in a mansion in Rio. She had no idea where they were. All she knew was Cam and Gideon had put the eight team members on the flight to Rio immediately following extraction. It had been just after seven when they’d left the site. Now, in a house on the outskirts of the city and according to the other seven guys, this was typical, they’d had a quick meal and then retreated to their own rooms to shower and change. She was still in her room, and it was midnight, but she couldn’t sleep.
Isabella found the isolation stifling. She was used to a debrief immediately following a mission, sometimes they had a shrink right on the flight home. She’d left her phone back home. She had no contact with her family or her friends and the longer she sat in the room, the more she was curious to know what was happening with Evgeni. It had been forty-eight hours since she’d left New York. She missed her family, her friends, her support system, and her dog. She was also missing Cam.
It had taken every ounce of her willpower not to throw herself at him when he’d gotten close to the chopper. None of the five men who had gone underground were visibly hurt but Isabella could tell Cam was angry by the way the mission had gone. His intel had been faulty. Intel had said the drug lord went there to be alone with one or two guys at most. Instead, he’d been there with a small army and had machine guns. It wasn’t unlikely a drug lord would surround himself like this. In fact, it made way more sense to Isabella he would. However, it hadn’t been the information Cam had been provided.
heir acquisition to their contact with the DEA already and she was tiring of not knowing where she was, when she was going home or where her fiancé was.
ind him. “What?”
heard the boss call you Isabella when we were in the field.”
name.” She didn’t elaborate.
a hell of a distance.”
head.”
w you from somewhere. You look familiar to me.”
se faces.”
d staring at each other in a standoff
”
re we exactly?”
crack of dawn to get back on the flight home and then tell us off on the plane.” Erik explained as he walked her down the hall towards the stairs.
his other arm was over Sly’s shoulder. “Until he gets back, his liquor cabinet is open, and the party is on.”
hey walked down the stairs.
d. Also, there’s foosball and the guys have a ho
d into the room to find the
as wound up as the rest of us.”
ext to him. She wasn’t sure what the nickname meant, and she didn’t care, if she were honest. The guys were relaxed, the beer was indeed cold, and her mood
ir and catching it in their mouths.
d quietly slipped into the room. She looked up at the same time Deke did and fought everything in her not to run at them.
n to our team since you added me. We like her. Can we keep her?”
ep telling them I’m just covering Mickey’s a*s this one time, but they really like me.”
drink. He flopped into an oversized chair and closed his eyes for a half second.
except for the whole, talking too much and you don’t listen to sweet f**k all.”
to the house, I went to the house.”
o, not in.”
hole was well hidden.” She felt Deke’s silent laugh as he shook beside her.
guy in the face before he could even lift his piece,” Erik said from where he stood at the foosball table. “I repeat, damn go
hind her. “You good, kiddo?”
his.
e’s thirsty. Rough day?” her eyes were mocking him.
ext to the chair, covering his mouth as he belched and then shook his head. “The target was handed off.”
screen. “Boss man almost got arrested for punching a DEA agent and the target was so annoying Cam almost threw him out of the airplane.”
EA agent?” Sam asked incredulously
eement.”
rescue you from Guantanamo, if necessary but damn, Torres.”
ou leave your phone in New York? Someone is pissed you haven’t called in.”
hing with me to link me to anyone back home”
e. You want it?”
“Yes.”
double solid wood doors. “My office is through here.”
and let her step through the doors. He closed the doors behind him and
nto his scalp as her leg hooked over his hip. He smelled of sweat and aircraft fuel and he tasted of the beer he’d just guzzled. She couldn’t get enough as his tongue slipped deep past her lips twining with hers.
t him go and wrapped her arms tight around his neck. As if sensing she didn’t want to let him go, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to his chair behind an oversized desk and sat her across his lap.
me today, Torres,” she whispered against his neck. “I did n
Yup, it’s why I didn’t act like a whiney b***h about it but then you
lly tried to hide under a car, and we spent more than a minute trying to drag him out of it.”
e subject
long as she contemplated what he was going to say.
urity services for some of Mikhail’s men. Sometimes though,” he ran his tongue over his teeth as if tasting something bitter, “sometimes we, as in I or Gideon, provide specific services related to a specific area of expertise for Mikhail in relation to his business.”
ietly.
rogations. Other times its interrogations and a bit more.”
led with her fingers on his chest not meeting his eyes. “He knows what you do for Mikhail. You’re his hitman.”
ion was to have one of his i***t friends get you on a plane to Russia to one of his apartments and keep you there until he was well enough to travel. He believes you love him because he was your first lover. He believes you belong to him. He believes it is his duty as the only man you could possibly ever love to protect you from someone like me. He has made it clear he will stop at nothing until he gets you away from me.”
bed her forehead still not speak
e tilted her face, so she looked at him, “say something.”
omething you do because you like it?”
t you’re asking m
for being stupid. I have the text messages and the d**k picks to prove he was harassing me four days before you and I started dating. And if anyone could say there’s a mob connection, it’s the fact he is Mikhail Andropov’s son. He is the youngest child of a Russian mob boss. Mikhail’s being a fool and he’s looking for excuses for raising an a*****e.”
lease.”
rugged, “Gideon is a master interrog
ou?”
out.”
nd I’m not concerned either. It’s curiosity.”
my payroll. My company acts,” he made a face as he thought of the correct word, “as a broker if you will. We occasionally do jobs like the one we just completed to keep the government off our backs. We scratch their backs, and they leave mine alone.”
m him and stood up and went to look outside the window into the darkness of the night.
to take in.”
ind you torture and kill people for the mob.”
l in love with someone, and this is new to me and I’m trying to navigate. I’m trying to do what is right by you. I don’t want to keep secrets from you.”
aren’t you?” she whispered not looking at him.