Her Assassin For Hire. Danica Winters

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      The horse called to her from the pasture, making her chuckle. “I’m coming, I’m coming... Jeez, you’re such a typical dude, always wanting what you want when you want it.”

      As she groped for the light switch one more time and missed, she gave up hopes of finding it. With the days getting shorter she was going to have to figure out a better system if she was going to be spending any amount of time out here in the barn.

      Making her way to the corner of the bench by feel, she came to the end and reached down into what she knew was a bag of horse biscuits. She rolled a few around in her hands and stood up.

      Her skin crawled as she stared out into the darkness. “So dark that you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face” wasn’t just an adage.

       It’s nothing. I’m fine. I’m fine.

      When was she ever going to get over this fear?

      As she moved in the direction of the door, a draft brushed against her cheek.

       It’s just the wind. Don’t be a chicken.

      She clenched her eyes shut as her fingers trailed along the rough, splintered edge of the plywood top of the tool bench. She could feel every crack and split in the wood, every sense heightened by her blindness.

      Unfortunately, they weren’t heightened enough.

      A hand wrapped around her mouth from behind. Before she could even realize what was happening, her body hit the ground. She opened her mouth to speak, but only tasted oats and mud as her assailant pressed her face into the dirt floor.

      The Gray Wolves had found them.

      They were all going to die.

      Grabbing her hands, they wrapped them behind her back high and tight, and drove their knee into her back, pinning her in place. She writhed, hoping to break their grip on her hands, but their grip only tightened—the human equivalent of quicksand.

      “Where’s Chad?” The voice was tinny and robotic, as though the sound was being emitted from some type of voice-changing tech.

      “Get off me,” she said, spitting out the debris from her mouth as she spoke.

      The knee in her back drove deeper, making pain shoot down her legs. But her assailant said nothing.

      She tried to look over her shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse of something that could help her identify the person on top of her. However, as she moved, a hand grabbed and rolled her face downward. Their touch was rough, likely a man’s hand. But from his clean takedown, she doubted that he actually wanted to hurt her.

      In this barn, without anyone knowing that she was home, this person could kill her and no one would be the wiser until tomorrow morning. But they were choosing to keep her alive. There was some hope to be found there, but minimal.

      Perhaps they were only keeping her alive to question her.

      “Where’s Chad?” the same robotic voice asked—definitely a phone app.

      Why hadn’t she run her detection device? She was so stupid sometimes.

      Why was it when it came to protecting the ones around her that she was so much more on the ball?

      When was she going to learn that the trap of “it won’t happen to me” would get her every freaking time?

      She squirmed under the person pinning her to the ground. They drove down their knee, making it hard for her to breathe. As she struggled, her body fought for sweet, sweet air. Her squirming turned to thrashing.

      She had to fight. There was no way she could surrender. Not just her life was at stake. Her brothers, their fiancées and Anya...they all depended on her.

      For a split second, her thoughts moved to Trish’s last moments. Had this been what she had been feeling? Incapacitated? Unable to save her own life?

      The person holding her down grumbled, and the sound was deep and heavy...that of a man.

      “Stop moving,” the man said, using the robotic voice app.

      It was soul-wrenching that he had taken enough time to type his words out when she had been putting all of her strength into an attempt to break free. It was like she was a grasshopper in the hands of a sadistic boy, a boy holding her down and just watching in sick glee until he was ready to rip off her legs.

      She was nothing to this person.

      She was powerless.

       Chapter Four

      Tracking a phone wasn’t as hard as a person thought. Zoey knew that just as well as he did, which was probably why she’d turned off her phone. Eli parked his car in the last spot he had gotten her signal. Just down the road was an abandoned car. Had someone picked her up? Was this the car she had been riding in? Had the car been dropped here in a nearly abandoned location in Nowhere, Montana, to mask her real location?

      She was smart. No doubt about it.

      With the hit out on Chad, it was no wonder that she was taking extreme measures to protect herself and her family.

      At the same time, though, did she even know about the hit? It had only come down from the top a matter of hours earlier. He had refused to take the contract, but that didn’t mean that other independent operatives hadn’t taken on the job.

      He should have told her about the contract. He should have gone out of his way to help her. But at the same time, their relationship had been the reason he had been forced to leave his last posting. He couldn’t get wrapped up with her again.

      Yet, here he was...parked on a nearly deserted country road trying to jump headfirst back into her life.

      The mind and the heart were truly different beasts.

      If he did find her, he would tell her. He had to tell her about the hit on Chad. He didn’t know who had taken out the contract on her brother, but from the word on the street, it sounded like they were at odds with a Turkish crime syndicate called the Gray Wolves. The Gray Wolves were responsible for the death of Trish, but why they had continued to come after the Martins was something only Zoey could answer for him.

      He looked around for any obvious place she might have gone, but aside from the abandoned car, there was little to go on. He’d made a series of phone calls to friends of his in the FBI and CIA. No one had any knowledge about where Zoey or the rest of the Martins were. One of his friends said that the last known location for Chad had been somewhere in Cairo. However, that had been nearly three months ago and made that information about as useful as an umbrella in a hurricane. He’d thanked them, but he couldn’t help feeling that he was wasting time.

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