Shades of Gray

by Maya Banks

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  Revenge.

  Vengeance for one of their own.

  “What happened, Steele?” Garrett asked, first to break the silence. “And I don’t want any of that I failed my team bullshit. Just the facts. ”

  “Why the fuck was she left alone?” Rio demanded.

  His temper was on edge and he simmered with anger. Cole could see the fear in his eyes and knew he was thinking of Grace, and that once, Grace had been as helpless as P. J. had been.

  He also knew that Rio and P. J. were friends of sorts. As much as P. J. allowed anyone to get close to her. She and Rio had hung out in that dive P. J. frequented. It had pissed him off that she’d made it obvious he wasn’t welcome when apparently she and Rio had thrown back a few drinks together.

  Sam held up his hands. “Enough. We need to figure out what the fuck went wrong so it never happens again. ”

  “I should have stayed closer to her in the ballroom,” Donovan said tightly. “I wanted her to get close to Nelson, but he took her out the back, and before I could get over to keep an eye on her, he’d gotten her into a car. ”

  “It was the fucking traffic,” Dolphin seethed. “We would have been able to intercept her at the hotel. They were there long enough that he took off her bracelet. If we hadn’t gotten caught in the wreck, we would have tagged her leaving the hotel and we would have been in the house as soon as we knew Brumley was there. ”

  Garrett frowned. “Do you think he made her? Is that why Nelson took the bracelet?”

  Steele shook his head. “No, I think this was just routine. If it weren’t for Brumley, Nelson would have just taken P. J. back to the hotel thinking he was going to get some action and we would have been there the whole time. But Brumley saw her and decided he wanted her. He’s a cagey, paranoid bastard and he wanted Nelson to make sure she was clean before he brought her to Brumley’s house. ”

  “So what now?” Ethan asked, his tone somber.

  His jaw was tight as well. His wife, Rachel, had been a victim and had undergone an entire year of captivity in South America before Ethan was tipped off that she wasn’t dead, like the entire family had thought.

  They were all on edge. Nerves were frayed. The women that had married into the Kelly family, and the woman who’d married Rio, were all resilient women who’d all experienced tragedy in one shape or another.

  Rachel, Sophie, Sarah, Shea and Grace were weighing heavily on all their minds. And now violence—violation—had touched P. J. Their teammate. Partner. A woman that had Cole’s insides so twisted up that his stomach was one giant ball of anxiety.

  “We go after those fuckers,” Cole seethed. “That’s what’s now. ”

  Dolphin, Renshaw and Baker nodded grimly. Even Steele looked like he was in total agreement.

  Sam and Garrett exchanged uneasy glances.

  Donovan’s cell phone went off, breaking the awkward silence. He glanced down, frowned and then put it to his ear.

  Cole didn’t tune in until Donovan swore and said, “She did what? And you just let her walk out of there? What the hell happened? How did this happen? I want some damn answers. ”

  Everyone focused intently on Donovan as he listened to the person on the other end of the line. Then he cursed again and shoved the phone back into the clip at his side.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Cole demanded.

  Donovan blew out his breath. “I don’t even know how to say this. P. J. checked out. Or rather she didn’t check out. She just walked out. ”

  There was an explosion of what-the-fucks that echoed around the room.

  “Where?” Cole bit out. He didn’t care about the details. He just wanted to know where to find her.

  Donovan looked like he’d just swallowed barbed wire. “No idea. She didn’t exactly inform the on-duty people that she was planning to take off. ”

  “Son of a bitch,” Steele swore.

  The others cast surprised glances in his direction. Garrett raised an eyebrow, but Cole wasn’t as aghast as the others.

  Steele may be a cold-blooded machine to some, but Cole knew his team leader was invested absolutely in his team. He considered each and every member his, and he was possessive and protective of them all. He didn’t take shit from anyone, and he expected instant obedience when he gave an order, but everything he did, every decision he ever made, was for the good of the team, and he’d never do anything to compromise their safety.

  “Where would she go?” Sam asked softly.

  He directed the statement to Cole and his team members. They knew her best, but Cole wanted to laugh at that idea. Did anyone really know P. J. ? Did anyone know what made her tick?

  Renshaw shook his head. “She’s private, man. She doesn’t talk a lot about personal shit. I wouldn’t have the first clue where to start looking. ”

  “Get on the phone and start calling the airports. Every one in a hundred-mile radius,” Sam said to Ethan. “See what you can find out. I don’t care what kind of story you have to make up or what kind of strings you have to pull. Just get it done. ”

  “I’m on it,” Ethan said, striding toward the computer as he spoke.

  “And what if we find her?” Nathan asked. “We can’t make her stay where we put her. Or where we want her. We can’t make her accept our . . . help. Or support, even as much as we want to give it. ”

  No one had a ready answer for that. Cole didn’t need to verbalize his intentions. P. J. needed them. She needed someone. He didn’t give a shit about her lone-wolf status in life.

  He wanted to be there for her, to help her get through this. God, he just wanted to make her smile. For things to go back to the way they were when they bantered back and forth, cut jokes and threw insults.

  He didn’t want to contemplate a world without P. J. He didn’t want to be on a team where she wasn’t an integral part. He didn’t want to lose any of his team. They were a unit.

  They were family.

  “Let’s find her first. Then we’ll figure out our options,” Steele said.

  Everyone nodded, agreeing with Steele’s assessment. The group broke and Cole headed in Rio’s direction.

  “Can I have a word?” he asked Rio quietly.

  Rio stared back at him with dark eyes. “Yeah, let’s step outside. ”

  They left the war room and walked outside where dusk was gently falling over the lake. It was early fall and the evenings were already starting to cool. The wind hinted at impending brisker days. It was usually Cole’s favorite time of year, except now he couldn’t enjoy the changing season because the world—his world—was in complete turmoil.

  “Is there anything you can tell me that would help?” Cole asked. “I know you spent some time with P. J. Did she ever say anything to you that would help us find her now?”

  Rio looked regretful. “We had a few drinks. I was passing through Denver, looked her up and we had bar food and beer. We didn’t do a whole hell of a lot of talking, and when we did, it was about work stuff. Past missions. Just shooting the shit. ”

  Cole grimaced. “Yeah, she doesn’t ever talk about herself. ”

  Cole had a feeling that the one night he and P. J. had spent together had been the most she’d opened up to anyone. Ever. But even then, she hadn’t given him enough to know what she’d be thinking right now.

  Rio’s lips turned up in a half smile. “Do any of us?”

  Rio had him there. How much did he really know about any of his team? Yeah, they were family. No one would ever dispute that. But it didn’t mean they were all touchy-feely and up in one another’s business.

  Cole was starting to regret that he hadn’t tried harder in the past. He’d always respected P. J. ’s privacy. Hadn’t pressed her for information she was reluctant to give. Being a good guy and teammate didn’t mean shit now when they were so desperate for information.

  “Look, I’ve pretty much seen it all. I’m sure you have too. It’s hard when it’s a te
ammate, but the fact is, she’s like a wounded animal and it’s likely she just wants to go off to heal on her own. You saw what Nathan was like when he got back from Afghanistan. You see how closed off Swanny is. Hell, we’ve all got our burdens to bear. We just do it differently. Maybe the best thing to do is just back off and give her some space. Let her deal with this in her own way. ”

  Cole knew Rio was giving good advice but it pissed him off all the same. He stared hard at the other man.

  “Tell me something, Rio. If it was Grace, would you be so willing to back off and give her space and not worry over where she is, if she’s hurting or if she can make it on her own right now?”

  Rio’s brows lifted, his eyes widening. “So it’s like that. ”

  Cole swore. “Yes. No. Hell if I know. Look I’m making a point here. If it were any of the other women. What if it was Shea? Or Rachel? Would you be saying to back off and leave them alone to sort it out themselves?”

  Rio sighed. “No. I wouldn’t. But you have to remember, Cole. You can’t treat P. J. like just any other woman. She’s a warrior. A highly trained operative who goes into combat and deals with situations most other women don’t. She’s wired differently. ”

  Cole took a step closer until he and Rio were just inches apart.

  “All that may be true, and I certainly don’t dispute it, but the fact of the matter is, she is still a woman and she was violated in the worst way a woman can be violated. And her team let her down. So you tell me. If she was on your team, would you be so willing to let her walk away and figure it all out on her own?”

  Rio shook his head. “Hell, no. I wouldn’t let one of my men do it. I’m just trying to offer some perspective. ”

  “Well, I sure as hell don’t have any,” Cole said bluntly. “What I want is for her not to be alone to deal with this by herself. She has the team. And she has me. And she has no business being out of that hospital bed. ”

  Rio put his hand on Cole’s shoulder. “I get it, man. I understand when a mission becomes personal. I understand it all too well. My team will do whatever we can to help. We respect the hell out of P. J. She’s one of us. Will always be one of us. If you need us, just say the word. ”

  Some of the tension left Cole’s shoulders, and suddenly he was weary beyond belief.

  “I appreciate it. I’m sorry that our fuckup meant you had to be away from Grace and Elizabeth. ”

  “You didn’t fuck up,” Rio said quietly. “Shit happens. There was nothing you could have done. And Grace and Elizabeth are fine. They’re with Shea and the other women enjoying a visit. I don’t let them out of the jungle often. ”

  Cole grinned crookedly. “No, you don’t. That’s for sure. ”

  “Keep me posted, okay?” Rio said as Cole turned to walk back into the war room. “I like P. J. a lot and this whole thing pisses me off. I want that bastard as much as you do. ”

  Cole stared straight into Rio’s eyes. “I doubt that. ”

  CHAPTER 16

  P. J. parked outside Steele’s home, cut the ignition and then gripped the steering wheel with both hands. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This would be the hardest thing she’d ever done, but it was necessary.

  She glanced at the huge duffel bag sitting in the passenger seat of the rental. Everything that belonged to KGI.

  Getting out, she walked around to the other side to open the door. Bracing herself, she picked up the heavy bag and hoisted it over her shoulder.

  Grimacing as her still-healing incisions protested, she started for the door only to see Steele standing in the doorway watching her progress.

  His silence unnerved her, but only because she was nervous and she hated what she was about to say.

  “Where the hell have you been?”

  She blinked and drew up short on the top step. He looked angry when Steele usually looked unflappable. His gaze swept over her, top to bottom, as if examining her wellness for himself.

  “Can I come in?” she asked. “I need to talk to you. ”

  Steele reached for the bag and then scowled. “What the hell is this, P. J. ?”

  She sighed and brushed past him into the house. Her palms were sweaty and she rubbed them repeatedly down her pants legs.

  This wasn’t a social call, and he evidently picked up on that much. He didn’t steer her toward the living room but instead walked her back to his office, which overlooked the expansive rear of his property.

  She flopped gratefully into one of the armchairs in front of his desk and waited.

  He dropped the bag on the other chair and then stalked around to sit behind the desk. And then he leveled a stare at her. One that would make a grown man quake in his boots.

  “Care to explain why you bailed from the hospital, didn’t let me or your team know where you were going, how you were doing or, hell, even if you were alive? Do you know how worried we’ve been for the last few weeks? You fell completely off the radar. No one’s been able to get in touch with you. You didn’t go home and you didn’t check in. What the fuck, P. J. ?”