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Chapters (45)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  43. CHAPTER FORTY
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  45. EPILOGUE

Skye moaned and arched her back, and Edge took her deep. He took her hard, and she came the same way, groaning his name as she reached release. He didn’t have time to wait, just gripped her hips and followed, his own release mind-blowingly intense.

Drawing her back against him, he held her while they drifted down again. He kissed the nape of her neck, and Skye turned into his arms, her face flushed, her pretty breasts still quivering.

“We . . . umm . . . have to go get Lila,” she said.

“I know.” Already wanting more of her, he kissed her one last time and let her go. “We need to make a plan.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

EDGE MADE A CRUDE SKETCH OF THE PROPERTY LAYOUT ON THE side of a cardboard box he found in the trash and tore apart. The drawing showed the house and garage, the bunkhouse, and what was left of the dilapidated barn.

“I’ll fit the drone with night vision, and we’ll locate each man’s position. With any luck, at least some of them will be asleep in the bunkhouse.”

“Henson might post guards,” Skye said.

“Could be. With Stella dead, the sheriff may come sniffing around looking for leads. Henson will figure on that.”

“The sheriff probably won’t come at night.”

“Probably not. At least not as late as we’ll be going in.” Three to four a.m., prime time for a snatch-and-grab. Which, at this point, was the mission. They needed to get Lila out before she ended up as dead as Stella.

They talked through the details, but the plan had to remain fluid until they had more intel. They loaded their gear into the bed of the pickup beneath the tonneau cover and headed out a little before midnight. That gave them roughly three hours to collect information and figure out how to get Lila out without getting anyone killed—including themselves.

Not that he’d feel a lot of remorse if one of Henson’s stone-cold killers strayed into the line of fire. They’d murdered Sarah Simmons and Stella Walker and buried them like heaps of trash.

Still, killing them wasn’t his job. Not anymore. If everything went as planned, they could notify the DEA, let them handle Henson and his men.

Maybe the feds wouldn’t botch the takedown this time.

As before, the drone was invaluable. From what Edge could see on the iPad screen, there was only one man standing guard. He patrolled the area around the house, staying some distance away, mainly keeping an eye on the road.

Two more men were asleep in the bunkhouse. He wondered if Beekman was one of them. The guy might have fallen out of favor when he’d murdered his common-law wife.

No way to know for sure.