Chapters (52)
- “I’VE NEVER LIED TO YOU, DANA.”
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Epilogue
- Teaser chapter
“If I need help, I’ll ask.” She turned for the bedroom, taking the kitten with her, that sweet butt swaying. “Good night, Wolfe.”
“’Night.” He watched her go, his hands feeling way too empty. When the door shut behind them, he quickly texted information to Brigid so she could track down the two guys in the black truck. As soon as Wolfe took them out, Dana could go back to her safe apartment and his house could go back to being empty and too quiet. Good plan.
Now what?
He looked around the comfortable home, which had come furnished. He’d purchased it from Malcolm when Mal had moved into the house next door with his girlfriend, Pippa, who was an amazing cook. In fact, wasn’t there some leftover apple pie in the fridge? Being Pippa’s neighbor came with definite perks.
He moved toward the refrigerator just as an ominous ding came from a kitchen drawer. He went cold and then moved to it, taking out the untraceable burner phone. “Wolfe,” he answered.
“Hi, buddy. Rumor has it you’re looking for me.”
Freezing claws raked Wolfe, and he leaned against the counter, forcing his heart rate to stay normal. “Who dis?” He drawled, nearly choking on the words.
Gary laughed, the sound slightly off. “Cute. For old time’s sake, I’m gonna give you one chance to fuck off and stop the hunt.”
“Never.” He’d wondered if Gary Rockcliff would call the phone, the one from their time in the unit, so he’d kept it charged.
Gary sighed. “We both know I could find you before you find me. I’m better at this.”
“I’m motivated, Rock,” Wolfe said, listening for any background clues that would tell him where Gary had holed up. Had he been paid from the sale of his stolen drugs yet? If so, shouldn’t he be on an island somewhere drinking rum?
“Move on, Wolfe.” Gary’s voice turned serious. Deadly. “You keep this up, and I’ll tear through everything and everyone you love before you get a bead on me, and then it’ll be too late. I trained you. You’re not that good. Don’t lose everything I haven’t already taken.”
Rage burned through Wolfe’s throat. “Do you have any regrets? Those men trusted you. I trusted you.” Sometimes fury could be colder than ice.
“No. They, and you, made the mistake of getting involved with something you shouldn’t have. If they hadn’t pursued me, they’d be alive. Take a lesson from that, or I’ll take it all.”
“Well now, there’s the rub.” Wolfe straightened. “I don’t have anything else to lose. Don’t love anybody or anything.”
Gary’s chuckle scraped Wolfe’s nerves raw. “That doesn’t sound like you.”