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Authors: Elisabeth Naughton

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Lethal Consequences

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ALSO BY ELISABETH NAUGHTON

 

The Aegis Series

Extreme Measures

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

 

Text copyright © 2015 Elisabeth Naughton

All rights reserved.

 

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

 

Published by Montlake Romance, Seattle

 

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ISBN-13: 9781477820643

ISBN-10: 1477820647

 

Cover design by Jason Blackburn

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014913788

 
For my two Italian girls, Johanna and Cathy. I’m singing “That’s What Friends Are For” to both of you and missing you greatly.
 

 

T
he best part of an op was the moment it was over. Unless, of course, it was your last.

Landon Miller brushed his thumb against the seam of his slacks as he scanned the lobby of the Majestic Hotel in Barcelona, waiting while his principal, Abdul al-Fattaim, finished his conversation with the hotel’s manager. Landon didn’t like wearing a suit. He liked being overseas even less. And though normally he’d be itching to say sayonara to a boring-ass job providing personal security for a sheikh, a big part of him was dreading the moment this was over and he was forced to face reality.

The phone in his pocket buzzed, and he curled his hand into a fist to keep from reaching for it. He’d been ignoring the messages for the last thirty minutes, knowing he had no right to look and respond, aching to do just that. Olivia Wolfe was off-limits in every way imaginable, especially now, when his time was all but up. Not only was she the sister of an Aegis operative, the elite black ops firm he’d been working for this last year, she was still dealing with the trauma of her recent abduction. And the last person she needed in her life—the last person who should
ever
be in her life—was a fucked-up former Marine and Defense Intelligence Agency employee.

Former?

Yeah, right. There was no such thing as
former
in his line of work. Not unless you were dead.

“Sheikh al-Fattaim thanks you for your services.” One of the sheikh’s personal bodyguards—one who hadn’t been thrilled when Landon had been brought in to oversee the sheikh’s tour through Europe because of Aegis’s expertise with the changing European political climate—handed Landon an envelope. Like every other one of the sheikh’s goons, he was dressed in a suit and wore shades to blend in but stuck out like a sore thumb.

Landon accepted the envelope and tucked it into his inside jacket pocket. “So this is where we part ways?”

“Yes,” the man said. “The sheikh no longer requires your services. You are free to go.”

Free to go. As if he’d been a prisoner. Landon couldn’t help but see the irony considering where he was headed next.

He glanced toward the sheikh, who was still knee-deep in conversation with the hotel’s manager. The sheikh caught his eye, nodded once in dismissal, and then refocused on the man in front of him.

Landon scanned the lobby once more. The sheikh’s private goons spoke in quiet words near the main doors. A few women chatted animatedly on a cluster of couches, shopping bags at their feet. The hotel staff was busily checking guests in this late in the day. A bellhop, pulling a cart with two suitcases, moved through the lobby, heading straight toward the sheikh.

Landon’s gaze settled on the bellhop, blending into the background of the lobby. The man’s eyes were downcast. No one was paying him an ounce of attention. But as he drew closer to the sheikh, his jaw hardened and his hand around the pole of the cart tightened. He reached back with his other arm for something from the luggage. Cases, Landon noticed now, that weren’t completely closed.

Years of instinct, training, and listening to his gut kicked in. Landon’s muscles flexed. He was already moving toward the sheikh as he reached back for the Sig Sauer holstered at the base of his spine and yelled, “Gun!”

The bellhop’s eyes flew wide. Rage coated his features. He pulled a semiautomatic weapon from the suitcase. Screams erupted in the lobby. The bellhop shrieked something Landon didn’t catch, then aimed the weapon straight at the sheikh.

Landon’s arms came up, the Sig held loosely in his hands. He hurled himself toward the sheikh, twisted in the air, and pulled the trigger.

One single gunshot rang out through the lobby. Landon hit the sheikh with his shoulder, the force of his momentum shoving the man to the ground. They landed against the marble floor with a crunch. Grunting, Landon rolled to his side. The sheikh’s bodyguards were already reaching for the sheikh, grappling to help him up.

Arabic words Landon didn’t catch echoed in the air around him. Footsteps pounded against the marble floor. While the sheikh was helped to his feet, Landon glanced to the left, where the bellhop lay flat on his back, the gun inches from his lifeless fingers, a bullet dead center in the middle of his forehead.

“No, no, I’m fine,” the sheikh said.

Landon looked in the other direction, toward the sheikh, who was shunning the help of his bodyguards.

“Mr. Miller,” the sheikh said in a thickly accented voice, reaching for Landon’s hand to help him up. “My sincerest gratitude.”

The sheikh didn’t like to be touched. Landon had been told in no uncertain terms the minute he’d joined the sheikh’s detail not to get too close. Reaching out, he gripped the other man’s hand and let the sheikh drag him to his feet.

He looked over at the bellhop, surrounded by hotel staff and a few of the sheikh’s men. “The police will be here soon. I’ll deal with it.” He turned back to the head of the sheikh’s detail, standing close. “Get him to the airport before anything else happens.”

The man hollered toward the men standing near the door. Several rushed over to shield the sheikh as they led him out.

The sheikh nodded once to Landon. “I am forever indebted to you, Mr. Miller, and all of Aegis Security. If you ever find yourselves in the Middle East and in need, do not hesitate to call on your old friend Abdul.”

He exited the lobby, flanked on all sides by men dressed in black. Landon watched through the glass doors as the sheikh was ushered into a waiting SUV, then disappeared into the city.

Exhaling, Landon looked back at the dead body in the middle of the lobby floor and holstered his weapon. No emotion flowed through him at the sight of what he’d done. Death, in all its forms, was simply a part of his life. Though a tiny piece of him did find it fucking ironic that this op—what should have been a cake-ass job—had ended the same as every other one he’d done for the DIA.

The phone in his pocket buzzed again, and this time he reached for it without hesitation.

ADDISON:
Text me when you’re done. Jake wants an update.

Marley Addison was the op manager at Aegis Security, and Jake Ryder was her boss, CEO of Aegis and a former Navy SEAL who ran his black ops company with military precision. He was also the only person besides Marley who knew this was Landon’s last job with the company.

MILLER
:
Just finished. They’re headed to the airport now.

ADDISON
:
You’re not accompanying them?

MILLER
:
No. I’ve got things to deal with here.

ADDISON
:
Interesting.

Landon wasn’t in the mood to get into the details with Marley just yet. All he wanted was out of this suit and to be on a plane headed to the States for his last few days of freedom before he had to report back to the DIA. But that wouldn’t happen until he dealt with the police.

ADDISON
:
We’re really going to miss you around here.

A lump formed in Landon’s throat. One that was both foreign and unexpected. No, he didn’t feel a goddamn thing killing a man, but Marley mentioning missing him was enough to leave him choked up. How fucking twisted was that?

MILLER
:
Now I know you’re just blowing smoke.

ADDISON
:
:-) I do blow with the best.

ADDISON
:
Wait! Shit. That came out wrong.

Landon chuckled. He liked Marley. A lot. The woman had spunk. Not only was she smart, she didn’t take shit from anyone, him included. That made her a keeper in his book.

ADDISON
:
Getting back to business. You’re booked another night at the Majestic. Your flight leaves at 0800. We’ll debrief when you get back.

Great. Another night. Just what Landon wanted. But the disappointment was quickly replaced by a pang of . . . loss . . . rippling through his chest.

Jesus, his CO was right. He’d gotten soft. If feeling sad about a stupid, meaningless interim gig
with Aegis wasn’t a sign he needed to man up and get back to what he’d been trained to do, nothing was.

He was just in the process of typing a quick response to Marley when a new text message popped up on his screen.

OLIVIA
:
I’m thinking of quitting my teaching job. What do you think?

Landon’s heart stuttered, just as it always did when Olivia Wolfe texted him, and he dug his fingernails into his palm to keep from responding too quickly.

It’d been three months since he’d last seen her. Three months since he’d rescued her from a group of wacked-out terrorists who’d taken her hostage as leverage against her sister, former CIA officer Evelyn Wolfe. His mind flashed to the way Olivia had looked when he’d found her chained to the floor in that dingy, dark Seattle basement—thin, frail, her hair so dirty he couldn’t tell what color it was. But even then—even before he’d gotten her to safety—he’d seen a spark of something in her eyes he’d never seen from anyone he’d rescued over the years.

He’d seen strength.

The kind that marked her as a fighter, not a victim. The kind that had propelled her out of a hospital bed she desperately needed to stay in so she could help find the evidence that would clear her sister’s name. The kind that had grown and matured over the months until times like this—when he’d get these random texts about major life changes she was contemplating—and he was awed all over again at how resilient she was.

No one reacted to trauma the way she did. No one he’d ever known—even him. Common sense told him he shouldn’t have anything else to do with an innocent, honest person like Olivia Wolfe, but no matter how many times he reminded himself of that fact, he still couldn’t stop being mesmerized by her.

His fingers moved over the keyboard before he could stop them.

MILLER
:
I think that’s a big deal.

OLIVIA
:
But you don’t think it’s a bad idea?

He thought it was a terrible idea. Because if she wasn’t tied to a classroom in Boise, Idaho, she had no obligations. And no obligations meant there was nothing stopping him from dragging her off somewhere exotic for a week of sun and sex and fun before he had to report for duty with the DIA.

Which you can’t ever, ever do, dumbass.

He clenched his jaw and typed again, pushing the little fantasy from his head.

MILLER
:
What else would you do?

OLIVIA
:
I don’t know. I was thinking I could come bother you for a few days.

His stomach tightened, and blood rushed straight to his groin. A plethora of different ways he could make her come flashed behind his eyes.

He sucked in a breath and stared down at his phone.

MILLER
:
You’re teasing me.

OLIVIA
:
I might be. Like it?

Yes, he liked it. More than he should. He’d never had a relationship
with a woman that hadn’t involved sex. Never had a relationship t
hat lasted more than a few days. In his line of work, personal attachments weren’t just frowned upon, they were highly discouraged. So he’d certainly never been part of a long-distance friendship that was both deep and meaningful in ways he’d never expected, with a woman he’d only known for a matter of hours before leaving her.

But that’s what he had with Olivia. More than he’d ever had with any other woman, period. And damn, but he wanted more.

OLIVIA
:
You’re being awfully quiet, Mr. Miller. I’ll have to take that as a yes.

Landon’s gut twisted. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He never should have started texting her to find out how she was doing. These last few months, while they were the best he could remember—thanks to her—were also the worst of his life because he knew this relationship was fucked in every way possible.

MILLER
:
Olivia, we need to talk.

OLIVIA
:
Whoops. Bell just rang. I gotta go. We’ll talk later. Be safe, Landon.

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