Hot Rebel (10 page)

Black’s mouth twisted in what might have been a smile or a grimace. And then he stretched his hand over the table. “Operations are getting busier these days, and I need people willing to work. Your background checks out, and I’m willing to give you a chance to prove your worth.”

Nick clasped Black’s hand and they shook.

“Fuck up, though, and you’ll be on the next transport back to the States.” Black’s smile faded then. “And I promise you, fuck with me at all, and I’ll make sure you don’t work for anyone in this business ever again. You’ll be back home bagging groceries and wondering what the fuck happened, you got it?”

Nick forced himself to smile. “Fuck yeah, I got it.”

Black motioned to the waiter and the man hurried over with two glasses and set them down. Black lifted one and sniffed it. “Black-market whiskey.”

Nick picked up a glass. Alcohol wasn’t precisely allowed in Qu’rim, but of course there was always a black market in just about anything you might want. And a whole lot of people wanted alcohol, even if it was against the law.

Black held out his glass and clinked it with Nick’s. “To a profitable future.”

“Amen,” Nick said. He didn’t drink, however, and Black finally laughed.
 

“Don’t trust me?”

“Don’t trust anyone.”

Black tossed the whiskey back and stood. “Your call. Drink it or leave it, but we’ve got work to do.”

Nick slammed back the whiskey and got to his feet. “Lead the way.”

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Victoria was inspecting her gear in one of the common rooms when Ian walked into the compound with Nick Brandon. Her stomach did a flip and her heart kicked up a notch. She pushed herself upright and faced the two men. Nick’s gaze slid over her, leaving her feeling jittery in its wake. She dropped the cloth she’d been using to polish her rifle and waited.

She hadn’t known whether Nick would be successful or not, but Ian needed new men and Nick had all the right qualifications. Apparently, Ian agreed. Still, it made her stomach churn since she knew why Nick was really here.

“Brought you something, Victoria,” Ian said.

“I see that.”

Something tall and dark and handsome, with bulging muscles and a scowl that said he wasn’t all that amused. Nick had a pack over his shoulder and a duffel hanging off one arm. If he’d brought all his gear, he was here to stay.

“You doing all right after yesterday?” he asked, his expression as serious as ever.

She swallowed before nodding. “I was shaken up a bit, but I’m over it now.”

If only that were true. She was over the physical fear of the situation, but she was more worried than ever about Emily. And if Zaran bin Yusuf wanted
her
dead, that definitely wasn’t a good thing for her health.

“Good.”

Ian motioned to her. “Take him to see Rascal.”

Nick frowned and Victoria hurried to fill the silence before he popped off. She already knew he wasn’t predisposed to like Ian, and she damn sure didn’t want him saying something that could compromise her ability to get Emily out of Qu’rim.

“Rascal’s our quartermaster, so to speak. He’ll get you a place to sleep and explain how we operate.”

“All right.” He shouldered his gear and followed her through the compound. They walked into an open area where the sun beat down with blistering intensity and the only shade was provided by a couple of date palms. The compound wasn’t huge, but it was big enough for their small army. Still, you wouldn’t quite know what was going on here by the open space. There was no military-grade equipment out in the open and nothing that seemed out of place.

“You look pissed off,” she said as they walked. A fountain tinkled in the center of the courtyard, nothing but a tease in this heat.

“I’ve been better.”

“If you say or do anything that means I can’t get Emily back home, I’ll shoot you myself.”

He snorted. “Hell, you’ve already threatened to do that twice before. Hasn’t worked out so far, has it?”

“You haven’t pushed me far enough.”

“And you all friendly last night. Texting me, saying naughty things… did you touch yourself, Victoria?”

She sucked in a breath laced with searing heat. “I wasn’t serious about that, and you know it.”

“How do I know it? Just because you say so?”

They walked into the shade of a building, and she hurried to the door and opened it. Behind her, Nick laughed softly. She didn’t care; she wasn’t taking the bait.

“Hey, Rascal, got a new recruit.”

Rascal was a big man with a bald head and arms that looked like he’d bench-pressed a Humvee repeatedly. He was bald on purpose, not because he had no hair. He hulked over from where he’d been counting boxes of something and gave Nick a once-over.

He looked meaner than hell, but Victoria knew he was actually one of the nicest guys Ian had, unlike some of the assholes Ian hired who had Rambo complexes. Those guys were typically much smaller than Rascal, so maybe they felt like they had something to prove. He didn’t.

“Welcome aboard,” he said, holding out his hand.
 

Nick took it and the two men shook.
 

“So what’s your story, man?” Rascal asked.

“Couldn’t take the Army bullshit anymore. They asked me to leave, so I did.”

Rascal snorted. “And a job back home didn’t appeal, right?”

“Nope.”

Rascal cocked his head. “Got any special skills?”

Nick shrugged. “Almost four years as a Ranger. My specialty was sniper.”

Rascal’s eyes twinkled. “I see. Come to give our girl here some competition?”

Victoria snorted. “As if. He’s my spotter.”

Nick’s gaze burned into her, and she wondered if Rascal could sense the heat coming from her skin. It wasn’t all irritation, either. In fact, most of it wasn’t. Damn sexy jerk.

“For now,” Nick said. “Until I prove I’m the better shot.”

“Anytime, asshole,” she snapped.

Rascal laughed. “Well, don’t kill each other yet. Boss Man has too much work needs doing, and we all benefit when the jobs get done.”

Victoria turned pointedly away from Nick. “Don’t worry. I’d rather have the money anyway.”

“Amen, sister. Amen.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” she said. “I’ve got gear that needs cleaning.”

She could feel Nick’s eyes on her back as she left. A burst of male laughter came from inside the building when she walked outside. She had no idea if they’d been talking about her or not, but since she’d spent her life feeling like the odd one out, she always assumed it.

She went back to where she’d been inspecting her gear, collected everything, and carried it up to her room. It was a small room with a small bed, but at least she was alone. There were no other women in Ian’s outfit—at least not here in Qu’rim, anyway.
 

There was a window that looked out onto the courtyard, and she went over and watched for Nick. Eventually he came out of the building where she’d left him. He stood there for a minute, letting his gaze slide across the courtyard, and she knew he was cataloging it for his guys. A pang of guilt sliced into her, but she pushed it firmly away.

She’d given Ian two years to find Emily for her, and he’d gotten nowhere. Besides, though he’d treated her well and paid her even better, she had no idea what he was really up to or where his loyalties lay. That thought had bothered her quite a bit since her chat with Colonel Mendez yesterday. Disavowed CIA. You had to do something pretty serious to piss off the CIA enough to do that to you.

Just proved she didn’t really know Ian at all, and she had no real idea what he would do or how far he would go to protect his little empire. If giving her up to bin Yusuf was more profitable than not, she had no doubt he’d do it.

Nick began to walk toward the main building, his gear slung over his broad shoulders. He moved with the catlike stealth of a sniper, all fluid movement and tightly coiled attention. When he disappeared from sight, she breathed a sigh and picked up her phone. It was a habit to check for messages from Emily, but of course there was nothing.
 

She heard movement outside her room, and she turned toward the door, her breath stopping in her lungs. Whoever it was moved on again, and she waited before going over and putting an ear to the door. Her phone buzzed and she gasped.

It’s just me. No need to panic.

Nick.
 

Who said I’m panicking?

You’re standing with your ear against the door. Of course you’re panicking.

Victoria stepped backward, her heart thudding. Dammit.
What makes you think that?

Shadow beneath your door. Didn’t you learn a damn thing during training?

She shoved her hair behind her ears and stifled a groan. Basic Sniper Training 101, for fuck’s sake. Be aware. She usually was, but having him here was throwing her off her game.

Fuck off,
she typed.

More fun with a friend,
he shot back.

Victoria started to text something else, but then she shoved her phone in her pocket and yanked open the door. Why was she trading insults with him on a phone when he was right there?

He was standing in the door to a room across the hall, leaning against the jamb like he had no cares. One eyebrow lifted when she appeared. Then he smirked.

“Why are you giving me a hard time?” she growled.

“Sweetheart, I’d love to give you a hard time. Anytime you want.”

Victoria clenched her hands at her sides so she wouldn’t strangle him. “You’re a dick, you know that?”

“Not trying to be. Just telling the truth.”

“You never looked at me twice when we were in training.”

“I looked at you all the time, Victoria. You just never caught me.”

Her blood hummed through her veins, and her body stirred in ways she’d prefer it didn’t. She didn’t have time for this kind of distraction. Not right now. And not with him.

“We’re here for a job. Nothing else. So keep your eyes and your comments to yourself.”

He straightened in the door. He was so tall, so intense, and she almost took a step back. But then she forced herself to stand her ground. It wasn’t like her to avoid a challenge of any kind.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs. She turned toward them just as Ian’s head appeared. He stopped when he saw her.

“Need the two of you to get down here. Got a mission for you.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Nick followed Victoria down the stairs and into the room that Ian Black was using as his command center. Nick didn’t let his surprise show, but the equipment was pretty high-tech—computers, flat screens, a secure satellite phone on the desk, and other gear. But the most interesting thing was a door at the rear of the room. He might not have paid much attention to it if not for a couple of factors. First, when he’d been outside in the courtyard, he’d noticed the heavy-duty generators. Naturally, a man like Black would want to power his own facility. Not unusual in itself.

The AC units were pretty standard, nothing exciting. Nothing that indicated a server room in the building.

But the door to the room had a combination lock and a cipher lock. Not only that, but Nick could hear the distinct hum of an AC unit behind the door.
 

Jackpot.

There was no need for an interior AC unit—or locks like those—unless Black had a server back there. Nick scanned the office, recalling what he’d seen on the outside, and realized the room behind the door had to be interior. There was a door near the window, but it was probably to a closet or a narrow hallway that Black had had built to shield the server.

You couldn’t have a server on an exterior wall, and you had to keep it cool. Not only that, but you had to pressurize the air in the vault just enough that there was a whoosh of air whenever it was opened. This prevented dust from reaching the equipment, which would be critical in a desert environment.

Nick let his gaze slide over the walls. It crashed to a stop about a foot up the wall behind Black’s desk. Goddamn, there was a cable coming out of the wall and passing beneath the desk. He’d bet anything that it went to the sat phone.
 

It meant that Black had secure comm going out of this place, and he was using his sat phone to do it.

Son of a bitch.

The dude was clearly high-tech. And well funded if he had this kind of setup.

According to Victoria, Black had been using this place as a headquarters in Qu’rim for the past eight months, and he’d clearly made some modifications. Serious modifications if what Nick was seeing was any indication. The walls were already thickened, but that was the style in the desert anyway. Kept the interior cool and helped the AC work.

But these modifications… Well, the man intended to stay for a while. Business for Ian Black must be damned good.

Victoria took a seat across the desk from Black. Nick took the other one. Black tapped on some keys at the computer and then looked up at them.