All Chapters of His Undercover Submissive: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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#17: You Needed Me

~Emma~Predawn darkness surrounds me as I slow my car and kill my headlights. I wish I could turn off my guilt half so easily after creeping from Colt’s bed and tiptoeing out of his house. What will he think when he wakes to find me gone?Nothing polite. He will not care that people have expectations of me, that my father requires me in the front row at church or that Sawyer needs a nursemaid after his release from the hospital. He wants me all to himself. And if I could have been selfish for a bit longer, I would have stayed.But that is not my reality. I have responsibilities and, unlike Colt, I enjoy people relying on me.It is just frustratingly inconvenient today.Shoving aside that reality, I bring my car to a complete stop in front of my house and let out an exhausted sigh. Since I do not see any lights on inside, thank goodness, I figure Daddy must still be asleep. Hopefully, I can sneak in a shower and a power nap before we leave for church.Flushed and boneless, my who

#18: Ever Loving Fuck

~Colt~ I start Tuesday in a foul mood. Over forty-eight hours have passed since I last pressed my lips to Emma’s while buried deep in the sweetest, snuggest cunt I have ever felt. Then I awakened alone. After cursing a blue streak, I tried repeatedly to reach her. Calls and texts on Sunday morning went unanswered. Fine. I figured she was sleeping or, better yet, breaking up with that asshole Reeves. But a few hours later, I rolled up to the little white house of worship her father preached at and, from my Jeep across the street, I saw her talking to a group of middle-aged moms. Sawyer was fucking glued to her side, his arm wrapped around her waist as if he owned her. Emma had not objected, simply curled up against him as if she was where she wanted to be. The sight has been a punch in the gut. After that, my mood has rolled downhill. By Monday morning, I have been itching for a fight. Since I promised Ryder I would not bring our shit into the office, I have been more than

#19: Misunderstanding

~Colt~ Before I can escape Ryder’s office, the former SEAL shuts me down. “Nope. You can’t. I’ve got a contract. You signed. We paid the bonus, and you cashed the check. End of conversation.” I halt. Fucking Ryder throwing legalities in my face. Even worse, the bastard is right. Naturally, Sawyer chooses that moment to stick his head in the door, glaring daggers. “Fucking douche.” I barely manage to refrain from violence. “The feeling is mutual.” “I told you no drama, so give it a rest, you two.” Ryder rolls his eyes. “If I can work with my older brother, you can get along enough to get your shit done.” Sawyer rakes a hand over his military-short hair and shakes his head at Ryder. “I will never trust him enough to be on an operational team with him again. If he wants to quit, I say good riddance.” Ryder slams a fist on his desk. “Sawyer, I don’t give a shit that Colt slept with your girlfriend.” “Mile-shot,” I correct through clenched teeth. “Whatever.” Ryder

#20: Go!

~Colt~Coastal Mexico in August is more humid than the ass crack of hell.Oakley downs the last of his beer as the sun sets over the little seaside restaurant attached to our shithole motel in Acapulco. The few tourists vacationing here look happy to disappear into their tequila. I shovel in the last of my fish and scan the area. Nothing out of the ordinary… but the back of my neck tingles and feels tight.Like someone is watching.I play it casual and glance at my watch. “We should go. It will be easier to find our location before the sun sets.”Oakley tosses a few bills on the table, then hoists the duffel at his side as he stands. “Yep. Might as well get this shit over with.”One of the three remaining EM Security operatives – I do not know which – has been told Oakley and I are meeting a member of a rival faction tomorrow here in Acapulco who can help us bust inside Salazar’s compound and free Isabella’s sister. The second of the three operatives has been advised of a rendez

#21: Taken At Gunpoint

~Emma~Wringing my hands, I pace the too-familiar halls of the University Hospital again. The first time I came here, it was a sweltering summer afternoon. The birds were singing and the flowers in full bloom. Colt was with me, patiently holding my hand and bolstering me while doctors tried to repair my father’s heart.Now, the weather has begun to cool. Football season is in full swing. The sky is pitch-black, except for a hazy moon hanging in the sky. The clock on the wall reads two thirty-eight a.m., and the city outside the windows is almost eerily still. No one stands beside me, devoting himself to my moral support.But my father’s failing heart is the awful correlation.I wish Colt were here now. Since I started pacing the emergency room, I have talked myself out of calling him more than once. During my father’s first episode this summer, his steadying force was my bedrock. Without him now, I feel like I am in free fall. But it would be selfish to reach out to him after week

#22: No One Is Coming

~Colt~I have no idea what day it is or how long I have been out. I pry open one swollen eye. I see only bare concrete walls without a window in sight. No surprise that I am alone.I have figured out a while back that I am being held underground. I know that because the few times I have been dragged outside, it has still been hot as hell, but the air on my skin now is almost chilly. Despite that, a wringing sweat covers my body. I tremble. My stomach cramps. My head feels as if it might explode.Fuck, I need to make some decisions.I eye the door. Sure, I should probably check it. But why? The damn thing has been bolted up tight each of the other four thousand five hundred ninety-two times I have searched for some way to escape. No sense wasting more energy I might need to simply stay alive.How much longer before someone comes back and sticks a needle in my arm? I both crave and dread it. At least afterward I will not feel the stabbing pain in my jaw or the throbbing of my knee.

#23: Anywhere But Here

~Colt~She allows me a few minutes alone in the toilet, then starts the shower while I wash my hands and brush my teeth with the toothbrush she has helpfully provided.When I have finished, I pivot to face her, assuming she will step out while I wash myself.Instead, she begins disrobing.I watch with a frown. This must be the “whatever he desired” portion of the evening.No thanks.I stay her with a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to get naked for me.”Relief stamps itself all over her face but she keeps stripping. “Yes, I do…”Silently, I study her as she peels her dress from her body and drapes it over a nearby counter. She has worn nothing underneath. Shadows shroud the feminine hollows of her body. Light clings to her curves. She is a beautiful woman… and she does not do a damn thing for me.Her breasts bob gently as she approaches and helps me pull my shirt over my head. The movement hurts my back like a bitch. The wounds have finally scabbed over, but they will l

#24: I Am Going To Die

~Colt~A blast jolts me back to consciousness with a gasp. Gunfire. Pops of it resound all around me, along with scuffling and shouting. I lift my cheek from the wall and try to open my eyes. A floodlight beams down into my face, blinding me. I flinch but cannot escape.What is happening, some fucking apocalypse? Maybe that means the end is coming so my fuck ton of pain will finally stop.Every bit of my body hurts as if someone has set me on fire. My jaw throbs. My back sizzles. Something warm and liquid runs down my arms. I cannot fucking move. With my remaining strength, I try to rise from my knees, which feel as if someone has driven stakes through them.But I am shackled. I smell blood.I am pretty sure it is my own.“Over here!”The voice is male. American. Familiar. My head hurts too damn much to place it. Friend or foe?Does it matter anymore? Either way, I am going to die.I slump forward, pressing my overheated cheek against the cool wall, and close my eyes.A pair

#25:A Bigger Man

~Emma~When my phone chirps with the ringtone I have assigned Sawyer, I lurch up in bed. I glance at the digital clock as I grab my cell off the nightstand. Three thirty-four a.m. At that hour, I do not bother with hello. “Did you find Colt?”“Yeah.” Sawyer’s voice sounds rough, grim. “It’s not good, Em.”I shut my eyes as dread washes over me. I am almost afraid to ask what the cartel has done to Colt. He has been so big and vital, so larger-than-life. I cannot imagine him any other way. I do not want to harbor hate in my heart, but it festers and snarls for these savage people who push drugs on children and destroy a man fighting for right.But I dredge for my courage and ask what I am afraid to hear.“Is he still alive?”“For now.”“Where is he?”“New Orleans, at Tulane Medical Center. The entire team went in to retrieve Whitaker. We’re all a little banged up, but we’ll be walking out this afternoon. If he makes it the next twenty-four hours, he’ll be down for a while.”I

#26

~Emma~But nothing could have prepared me for the sight of him lying so bruised, half-starved, and lifeless in the sterile hospital bed. Both his eyes are black and swollen shut. Another massive hematoma covers the side of his head, which flares with a goose-egg-size knot and has been shaved to reveal an ugly, multicolored wound. The respirator covering his nose and mouth are the least of my concerns once I see the stitches in various places on his scalp and the drain taking fluid from his brain to a bag near the bed. Bandages pin his right arm in place and more surround both legs.The sight of him so broken takes me to my knees. “Colt…”Sawyer is right there to pick me up and help me into the chair he rolls to Whitaker’s bedside. He stands beside me, palming his face. “Jesus…”“He’s in bad shape,” the nurse says. “If it had taken you and your friends even another hour to get him medical attention…”The shake of the older woman’s head says what I can see with my own two eyes. He

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