All Chapters of Aegis Group Task Force: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Killam was rather impressed.The man cared about this island. Maybe it was because of the connection to it or because the local economy impacted his bottom line, but Ivy had played it beautifully."Fuck," Orion muttered. "I do this, you put in a good word with Jenny for me.""Pro tip, don't call her Jenny." Ivy glanced over her shoulder as if expecting to get hit for even uttering the name.Orion waved them toward the gate. "Come in. Let's get you tucked away before anyone sees you."Ivy grinned at Killam. She knew exactly what she'd just done and was damn well proud of herself. As she should be.They were allowed through the gate and waved off by the guard. Orion led them around the east end of the house and onto a path bordered by the fence on one side and shrubs on the other. At first glance it appeared to be poor planning.The hedges helped hide things, possibly people, and create blind spots. That was until Killam spotted the cleverly concealed cameras. That was when he

Wednesday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Ibiza.IVY SLATHERED SUNSCREEN ON one leg, then the other. She was grateful for something to do other than look at Piers. They were the only two at the staff pool this late in the afternoon. Everyone else was working now that the main house was fully awake.She could see him out of the corner of her eye. The muscles in his chest and arms bunched as he turned the crank, opening the umbrella.When would she learn her lesson about the man?She'd been foolish to kiss him earlier. Foolish to push him down on the sofa and let things go so far. But she'd wanted some modicum of control. She'd wanted to make a choice and he'd been there looking at her like that.Ivy knew what had happened. Her rational brain could look at it all spread out and see exactly how she'd wound up having sex with Piers again after telling herself it wasn't a good idea. Then, to make matters worse, she'd curled up in a bunk with him and slept half the day away.It had begun

Thursday. Luxe Ibiza, Hostel, Ibiza.NASAR STUDIED HIS ORDERS.No reply to his phone call or even a text. Then he gets this?He scanned the email directions again.This wasn't fucking happening.Nasar picked up his phone. He wanted to call, but figured a voicemail was too easy to ignore. A text, if glimpsed, could have the desired reaction.Per your email, I'm not showing up if we don't talk.Nasar hit send. He swallowed, fully aware that he'd just committed to this course of action, then sat back.He'd done more digging into Smith.There was no way the man could be responsible for killing Nasar's family. The timelines were wrong. Smith had no reason to lie to Nasar over beers and casual conversation. He didn't know the loss Nasar had suffered. They were just two guys who liked the same bar and had happened to meet up a few times.Which meant someone had lied to Nasar.Was it Zak and Miran? Or someone else?Nasar's phone beeped with an incoming message.

Thursday. Ibiza Town, Ibiza.KILLAM STARED STRAIGHT AT the camera. He'd taken probably fifty or so pictures for passports. He knew the routine by now.It took effort to not scratch his jaw. He'd never been one for facial hair, but for the sake of even a slight disguise he'd sport it for another day or two. Maybe long enough for it to stop bothering him.The light flashed and the spindly man behind the camera waved him off.Killam blinked a few times as he moved to join Orion and Ivy.She stared at the camera as though it might come alive and bite her. "You'll be fine." Orion patted Ivy's shoulder.Killam studied the man's hand. While he didn't exactly like this guy touching Ivy, Killam didn't have the same violent urge to do him harm as he had with Jabby. Then again, Jabby's relationship to Ivy was different and things between Killam and her had been vague.Not that they'd cleared anything up.She didn't shy away from kissing him and when he'd held her hand in the

Sunday. Cargo Airport. Baltimore, Maryland.KILLAM FELT ALMOST HUMAN by the time they reached the cargo hangar. If the paperwork he'd seen was correct, his plane should be landing in the early morning hours.It was very likely possible that he could head off the whole thing here and now.It was equally possible that the CIA or the Task Force or whoever wanted them offed could show up and finish the job.He'd already tried to talk Ivy into hiding out in a hotel somewhere. She was going to stick close to him, no matter what he wanted.She slowed the car at the guardhouse and lowered the window.Killam leaned on the center console as a guard approached the car and bent to peer inside.The older gentleman grinned the moment their eyes locked. "Mr. Killam. I would have thought you'd have been here already."Killam returned the easy smile. "Got held up.""Your guys forget something?" The guard braced his forearms on the driver's side door.Killam paused. Forget somethi