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She straightened her chin and his gaze flashed with something—awareness, no, interest. No, she couldn’t… right? Alyssa knew the only interest he’d have in her would be of the criminal variety. He was an FBI agent, and he thought she was wrapped up in something sordid. At that thought, a part of Alyssa wanted to let out a hysterical laugh. She had been a part of something horrible and most decidedly sordid, or at least she’d witnessed it. The worst of it was that Alyssa knew if she told anyone, her Uncle Frank would hunt her down and kill her.

he answered with a nod. Aleksandr blew out a small breath as He calmed down. His grits were safe, He won the gamble of their love and now He was going to take her back. But first He needed to know about Diego. “Diego is dead. How are you handling it? The police? Is it involved?" "We have moved a step higher on their ladder, Pakhan. The FBI is also involved.” "FBI? What the hell are you talking about?" Aleksandr was shocked. Why was the FBI after him?

WASHINGTON, SEATTLE 2012 H U D S O N Turning my apartment doorknob, I walked in and found Rowan, Matt, and Gabriella seated, waiting for me. Well, at least everyone was seated as Matt was by the window. “You have to help him.” Rowan said as soon as he saw me, “He’s losing it.” “You know we don’t do this, right?” “I love her, and she knows what I do; if we don’t help her, the FBI will take her; she’s all I have.”

My stomach plummets straight to the floor. I smooth out the final page of the contract with trembling fingers. The fifty-thousand-dollar spy bonus burns a huge hole directly through my conscience. I'm taking his money to follow his fiancée. I'm actively keeping deadly secrets about Foxe Shield. The memory of Foxe kissing me in the archive room, and handing me that chocolate truffle on the terrace, makes me feel physically sick. June believes I'm his most loyal ally, but I'm deeply entangled with his worst enemy.

Declan commands, his voice devoid of humanity. Jamie's ear-piercing scream sends a wave of gut-wrenching agony crashing through me. I know this will only end in tragedy. I can't let my brother suffer because of me. "Yes!" I scream at Declan, my voice breaking. "Yes, what?" Declan scowls. "I work for the FBI!" A part of me still clings to a shred of hope, waiting for my handler to miraculously appear and declare this a twisted test. But it's a futile wish. This is no game. It's my worst nightmare come alive.

Kai’s POV By the time I got home, my body was still tight with leftover tension. The drive back had done nothing to ease it. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Abel Fisher chained to that bench, honey and blood mixing on his skin, and the name he had given me repeating in my head. Viktori.

He was once my twenty-minute friend. This reminds me why Massimo is still alive. I sent Bella after him, and I won't be surprised if his dick blurred her intentions. " You know it's dangerous playing with people's hearts, right?" Fabio whispers, his eyes slightly showing amusement and I smile. I like a friendly Fabio. "Well I can't help it if I am sizzling hot" I joke flipping my hair and he smirks pointing behind me. A man in a police uniform, specifically an FBI. He is leaning on his car hood, and his intense stare is on me.

Once we give him the address over an intercom, we take off at high speed for Tomales Bay. The second thing that happens in parallel is, by the time we’re in the limo, Mailin has gotten us into the NSA. Long story short: Mailin’s FBI hacker friend knows an NSA hacker guy. Mailin tells the FBI guy that he’s tracking Grant, and it appears Grant might be mixed up in terrorism. (Because that’s the only thing an FBI terrorism hacker cares about.) Something big is about to go down, they don’t have any proof, but it’s extremely time-sensitive. Basically your average Kiefer Sutherland 24 ticking time bomb scenario… or it could all be nothing.

My pulse pounded as I stared at the agent. They couldn’t know. They could never know. “No.” “Did you ever discuss Bureau protocol with him in a way that could benefit his family?” “No.” My palms were sweating, my fingers twitching against the chair’s armrests. Hanson didn’t even give me a moment to breathe, “You’ve already admitted to being in love with him. Let me ask you this: when you slept with him, did you think it was appropriate for an FBI agent to be intimately involved with a known criminal?”

“We need to be ready for more attempts from them.” “Goddess,” I muttered. “Why do those fanatics even believe a random myth?” Fabian hesitated. “About that, I’m not so sure that it is just an ancient myth anymore,” he sighed tiredly. “Maverick... sensed a bullet before I did.” I froze, shock radiating through me. “What?” “And he’s already exhibiting his wolf,” he added, looking at me with grave eyes. “I think we need to start thinking of the possibility that the rumors might have some truth in them.”