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Chapters (52)
  1. “I’VE NEVER LIED TO YOU, DANA.”
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. Chapter Forty
  47. Chapter Forty-One
  48. Chapter Forty-Two
  49. Chapter Forty-Three
  50. Chapter Forty-Four
  51. Epilogue
  52. Teaser chapter

Wolfe wanted to reach through the phone and rip out Gary’s jugular. “Tell me you have some regret for killing them. For killing our team, the men who trusted you.”

Gary clicked his tongue. “Wolfe, you just don’t get it. I’m going to have fun with Dana, a lot of it, and I’m not going to have a touch of regret there, either.” He ended the call.

Wolfe turned fully toward Force, fire in his belly, yet careful not to dislodge the kitten. “Well?”

Force slowly nodded. “Yeah. He’s ape-shit crazy.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Dana had spent the afternoon tangled in the disaster Wolfe was planning, trying to figure a way out. When Mal had offered her a ride home, she’d jumped at the chance, wanting some time to think. Instead, she’d been stewing. Finally, around midnight, she’d gone to bed with anger instead of concern heating her.

A while later, the front door opened, and Wolfe’s heavy footsteps echoed through the living room to the bedroom.

She sat up and turned on the lamp. “Do you make that noise on purpose?”

He lounged in the doorway, his broad shoulders taking up all the available space, his expression unreadable. “Huh?”

“The stomping.” She hugged her knees to her chest. “I know you can move silently, so do you make noise on purpose?”

“Yes.”

That made sense. She was trying to find the right words to persuade him to avoid the suicide mission, so it took her a heartbeat to realize he was staring at her without smiling. Her head tilted before her thoughts caught up. Oh. Was it time to fight? “What’s your problem?”

“My problem?” he repeated, his tone silky.

She blinked, her central nervous system reacting to him automatically. “Yes.”

“My problem is that I gave you explicit instructions to keep Roscoe with you at all times, especially if I am not around.” The corded muscles in his neck actually bulged beneath the bruises. “You failed to keep Roscoe with you and came home alone.”

“Oh please,” she muttered.

He drew himself up as if she’d punched him. “You purposely ignored the rules.”

Rules? Had he just said rules? “Yes, I did.” Her chin lifted and she met his gaze without flinching. “Roscoe was having a good time playing in Nari’s office, and I let him be.”

Wolfe tucked his thumbs in his jeans pockets in an inexplicably threatening move. “That’s not it, and you know it.”

Saying nuh-uh would just sound juvenile. She took a deep breath, wishing she was wearing jeans instead of a pale yellow baby-doll teddy. “You do not know what was in my mind at the time.”

“I know exactly what was in your mind.” He remained patiently in place, watching her. “You’re ticked I’m going on that mission, and you decided to play by your own rules. Teach me a lesson.”