Come As You Are. Amy J. Fetzer
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Название: Come As You Are
Автор: Amy J. Fetzer
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Эротическая литература
Серия: Dragon One
isbn: 9780758283276
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She had to get out while she could. If they caught her with the leather map, life was over. She’d worked too hard to get hers back and keep it. She’d be damned if a bunch of stupid men would threaten it. But that wasn’t getting Logan or Ramos out.
And now more people knew she was alive.
Paul Ramos felt hands on his shoulders, and he breathed through his mouth, his sinuses swollen shut. Fucking Chambliss. Someone pressed an ice pack to his face. He grabbed it, glaring through stinging eyes. The room filled with soldiers, and he waved them off. “I’m fine,” he said. “Look elsewhere.”
Tessa was out, he was sure of it, and if not, he’d see her in a moment in handcuffs. But Chambliss? He hadn’t been a SEAL for over ten years and the fact that Chambliss showed up told him someone powerful had him over a barrel. He liked the sound of that. But his next thought was, Was he here to rescue me or kill me?
CIA was desperate. He hadn’t made contact but not for lack of trying. He didn’t expect any help. Jacobs had made certain of that.
Since the failed coup, every phone and room in the residence was monitored. He’d found the surveillance equipment easily enough but hadn’t learned who was monitoring it. The house security system cameras were unobstructed and obvious. These weren’t. Chinese, and nearly invisible. With the help of a maid, he’d stolen Eloisa Garcia’s satellite phone to contact Tessa. Neither U.S. central command nor CIA would accept the call because the number was blocked. Or they just couldn’t believe it. Either way, he knew he was suspected of treason by now. His track record hadn’t been stellar and they’d go with what they knew. To the CIA, he was over the fence, gone.
It would matter if Eloisa weren’t misbehaving. El Presidente was a widower his first six months in office, and Eloisa del Garcia was the acting first lady. It gave her far too much power and two weeks with her was plenty. He pushed out of the chair and walked to the doorway, the entrance wide and leading to another room. The corridor between was broad enough to hold a banquet and in the vast room, the echoing beat of the helicopter blades alerted him. Garcia’s wife was returning.
A guard came around the corner and stopped dead, lowering his weapon. Ramos took a few steps, his body not cooperating, and he saw the pity he’d grown to hate. He reached his hand out, and the man came to him, shouldering his weight.
I’m going to kill the fucking bitch.
As soon as he figured out how she was murdering him.
Diego Salazar devised a quick plan in the air, at his President’s request.
Secure the residence, the Vice President, and any suspects. He didn’t have to be told. It was his job to know. He’d ordered the pair of choppers to land simultaneously, and standing inside one, he waited till the other door opened, then quickly rushed to the other passengers and in the dark moved with them so that no one would recognize him, either. He hurried into the residence and flipped a quick, assuring nod to the woman before he took the servants’ staircase to the second floor. As he climbed, he listened to reports over the transmitter.
Three men, no insignia, none had spoken. The alarm had come from the private quarters. “Is it secure?” he asked into the small microphone unseen in his ear. Confirmation and location came from the commander of the Presidential guards.
Satisfied with the safety of the Vice President, he entered the second floor, then turned to the right, running his hand along the chair rail trim till he felt the seam in the wall. He pressed and the wall sprang open. He slipped inside and closed the door.
The room was empty except for a bank of flat screens, each picture broken into quarters and showing the grounds and rooms. He removed his weapons before he sat in the chair and called up the security cameras. He replayed them, combing through the last hours. He had nothing on the men, the cameras blackened over before they were seen, yet before that, one lens caught movement near the windows.
He leaned closer, his finger running over the vague silhouette of a woman.
It seemed the Vice President had more than male visitors. Tapping the keys, he brought up the other cameras. He focused on the men. His best interrogators were working on the suspects. They’d only just started. He wouldn’t view them in person. The less anyone saw of him, the better.
He opened the transmitters. “Stop, you’ll kill them.”
Instantly, the men obeyed, dragging them back to the cells, the same brigade used two thousand years ago by his Spanish ancestors.
Ramos hadn’t made it out of the room when Eloisa came rushing toward him. As much as she would dare hurry, he thought. She snapped orders to the armed guard to bring a wheelchair and when he met up with her, he gave her his best forgive-me smile. The wheelchair appeared and he lowered into it. She dismissed the servants to wheel him herself. She wanted to keep an eye on him and while she should be asking what happened, she didn’t.
When they were in one of the many living rooms, she closed the doors, then came to him. He stood. She froze in her steps, frowning. She hadn’t expected him to be more than a jellyfish in the chair, and it made him think she was poisoning his food.
“You are feeling better?” she said, less pleased than curious.
“Aren’t you going to ask what happened?”
“I have learned enough from the staff. All that matters is that you’re unharmed.”
“Where were you, wife?”
“Speaking with our President. I am acting as his first lady.”
She was more than filling a role, he thought. She spent considerable time away, and while Garcia had influence, Ramos couldn’t make it beyond the grounds before he’d pass out.
He advanced, smothering his amusement when she straightened her shoulders defensively. She was still a beautiful woman, he thought. When she was younger she was robust and wild, her roots were on the streets. She’d aged gracefully to deeply seductive. She understood her strength as a woman and he let himself appreciate her Rubenesque figure.
He stopped inches from her. “You reek of him.”
She went still, her smooth brow wrinkling.
“Is he a good fuck?” he whispered in her ear like a lover’s call.
She lifted her hand to slap him, but he caught it, smiling gently.
“Watch yourself, Estavan.”
“What is it like keeping the widower and your husband happy?” He let her go, then turned toward the long sofa. “Perhaps Manny and I should discuss it.” He sat, his hands on his cane. “We can’t agree on policy, but in this, perhaps we could.”
She came at him like a vulture swooping in. He was faster, catching her by the arms and holding her back. “No?” he asked.
“I am not unfaithful.” She wrestled against him but he was stronger, for the moment. He didn’t give a damn if she was screwing the entire army, but that she was spending more and more time with the President in Caracas, СКАЧАТЬ