Slaying the Dragon

“That’s why he was able to convince her to sign off on wiping the slate clean,” Brayden interjected.

Je

“Well,” Brayden said, raising his own wine glass. We both followed suit. “Here’s to both my girls being happy with the men they love once again.”

“Here, here!” Je

“I’ll drink to that.”

Tyler

EARLY SATURDAY MORNING, I parked my Bronco at the back of the club. I had been back on South Padre for less than forty-eight hours, but it was time to finally get back to work. There were still more questions than answers, even more so now that the CIA handler who had reached out and asked for our help with this case had been missing for several months. Was it co

Walking through the back door, I heard voices echoing down the hallway. I headed toward my office and entered, eight men and one woman immediately ceasing their conversation when they saw me. Sca

Rage washing over me, I stalked toward a tall, muscular man of similar build. “You asshole!” I bellowed out, surprising everyone, Benson included, as I landed a harsh blow to his face.

He stumbled back, attempting to maintain his balance.

“We were on the same training team! We were friends!” I spat. “And this is how you repay me? You agree to fuck with her memory? I thought you were better than that!”

Straightening his spine, he wiped at his lip, smearing the bit of blood that was visible. “I did it for you, Tyler. Do you think I liked having to do that? I hated it. I knew you’d never forgive me for betraying you like that, but it was all about keeping her safe. From day one, everything we’ve done on this island has been to keep her out of harm’s way.”

“How?!” I shouted. “Please tell me how you staying at my house and telling her you’ve lived there for years could possibly keep her safe? If anything, it just confused her more!” I pulled back, about to take another swing when I was swiftly disabled and pushed against the wall.

“No plan is without its faults,” Martin growled, restraining me. His eyes met mine as if he was trying to tell me there was no other way.

“My brother said the reason he gave the go-ahead on gaslighting her was to protect the integrity of the mission, to make her think she never met me, to protect my ass. He didn’t mention anything about trying to protect Mackenzie.”

“That was one of the reasons. We had to go through every possible scenario,” he explained, releasing his hold on me once he grew confident I was no longer going to do Benson any more harm. “I was the only one who had been made aware of some of the details of the mission and I had to act quickly. My biggest concern was her safety and protecting her true identity. What was one way of putting her on the radar?” Martin asked.

“A police report,” I mumbled under my breath. I had done my fair share of interfering with a few police investigations while working the case in order to keep her true identity hidden. I understood all too well.

“Precisely. What if she went to the police with everything? I knew it was a long shot, but I had to consider the possibility. ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.’ I had to do everything within my power to ensure her true identity never made it into a public record of any kind. That could have been disastrous. What if, as you believe, her father’s not behind all of this and someone else is trying to silence anyone and everyone who could prove his i

I stood in place, absorbing Martin’s words, as several pairs of eyes stared in nervous anticipation. If I could listen to and trust anyone in this room, other than Eli, it was Martin. He was practically family. He had been my father’s right-hand man when he was still alive and ru

Taking a breath, I ran my hands over my face as I considered his words. He was right. Following orders and chain of command was all we had to make our missions and operations successful. Without it, there would be disorder, chaos. I knew I would do anything to protect Mackenzie. And Martin would, too, despite the effect it had.

“We okay?” Benson asked, slowly approaching me and extending his hand.

Eyeing him, I nodded, shaking it. “Yeah. We’re okay.”

“Well, good,” Eli’s voice cut through. “We’re all ready to start if you are.”

“Right.” I took a seat at a large round table, everyone following my lead. “I know you have all been answering to Martin over the past several months.” The agents surrounding me nodded. “Not anymore,” I said, my voice firm and demanding, trying to demonstrate that I was in a position of authority. This was the first time I was leading a team this size. I had been part of protection teams in the past, but now that I was calling the shots, it was nerve-wracking. I was no longer following my brother’s orders. The success or failure fell on my shoulders, and mine alone.

“Eli will be ru

Raising himself, Eli stood in front of the assembled team. Pressing a button on his laptop, an image of Mackenzie’s father from his army days appeared on the large television monitor on the far wall. “This is Colonel Francis Mackenzie Galloway. He was our original target in this operation.”

“Original?” Benson interjected.

Nodding, Eli said, “Yes. Galloway was thought to have been the mastermind behind hundreds of acts of treason against the United States, including selling military arms and secrets to known terror organizations, drug cartels, anyone who would pay top dollar. Allegedly, his defining act was the attack on the U.S. Embassy in Liberia almost seventeen years ago.” A still of a charred building with dozens of bodies covered with dark blankets appeared on the screen.

“But you no longer think he’s responsible?” Maxwell, an agent with blond hair and medium build, asked. It was apparent he was rather intrigued by what he was learning.

Glancing at me, Eli hesitated briefly, waiting for my permission to proceed. I nodded.