Her Protection: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Omerta Series Book 2)

by Roxy Sinclaire

  “He made a good effort,” Scott said, leaning against the counter as he considered the man who was tied up. “I’m sure if he had caught me off guard, I wouldn’t be talking to you.” Andy, as he was being called now, gave a nod as if he were accepting a compliment.

  “Damn shame,” Charlie sighed into the phone. “Here I’m down two good agents now. All because of what? A woman? Did you break rule number three? Did you sleep with her?”

  “Never sleep with a target,” Andy reminded, giving Scott a hard look.

  “Fuck me,” Charlie said suddenly, his surprise evident. “You’ve got Andy alive?”

  “Yeah, actually.” Scott seemed to ignore their words. “He’s alive, so you haven’t really lost two agents. Just the one.”

  “Are you calling to give yourself and Borjan up? I would wholeheartedly accept. However, you didn’t have to make the call. Carroll is good with orders. He wouldn’t send me a piece of shit fake picture and expect me to believe it.” Anger started to come through the phone as the other man spoke. “Really, did you think I would buy that?”

  “Had to make an effort. I thought the least it would do would be to buy me time.” He shrugged it off. “Small talk aside, I really didn’t call you to shoot the breeze. I called you with a proposition.”

  “This ends one way, Summers. Borjan is a liability. Letting her go is a mistake and you know it. I may be willing to forgive you a lapse in judgement provided you can complete the mission,” Charlie said evenly, as if they weren’t talking about her death.

  “You, on the other hand—you’re a good agent. You’re prompt and quick, effective. It’s a shame to have to put your name up as a mission. If you do this, I’ll take your name out of the mission log and you can go back to work like none of this happened. I’ll only have to dock the payment for Borjan since I had to send Andy out there to get you to come to your senses.”

  “See,” Scott started with his tone sounding nonchalant and his gaze on her. “I see this going a different way. I have two of your agents here. Agents who work for a department in the CIA that doesn’t really exist as far as the American people know. What do you think they’ll say when they find out their tax dollars are used to kill innocent people? Do you think they’ll condone murder?”

  He didn’t give the other man the chance to reply. “I can’t remember the last time we talked about this shit, but I remember you saying something about a news anchor you couldn’t stand. What was her name? You got her number? I bet she’d have a field day with the shit I have to say.”

  “That would be a terrible idea,” Charlie said lightly.

  “You’re playing with my life here,” Scott retorted. “Well, not even just my life. Carroll’s and Jovana’s.” He rubbed a hand over his face and seemed to be thinking. “And for what? Information she might still have? Or is it just the principle?”

  “She leaked information,” was his answer. “She had a lapse in judgement, similar to you now, and she leaked classified information. You don’t get to simply walk away from something like that. You don’t work in this department with the information you know or you find out and get to tell other people about it.”

  “I was drugged,” she barked out, feeling the need to defend herself. She had been loyal. She didn’t want to betray her country. “I did not freely give information out.”

  “Your lapse of judgement,” Charlie said. “Though it sounds like you’ve gotten smarter if you’ve figured out a way to keep Summers from killing you.”

  “This is ending here,” Scott cut through. “One of two ways. I can kill Carroll and leave him here for you to find. I’ll contact all the major news outlets and out myself, you, and your department. An investigation will have to be done. I can imagine that the American people will demand that all the dirty laundry get aired out. Do you think they’ll arrest you? Because you’re the one who issued the kill missions. You’re just as guilty as Carroll and I are for doing them. If they don’t arrest you, I don’t imagine that your career in the CIA will go very far after this. What do you think?”

  “You have an alternative,” Charlie said lightly as he seemed to consider what Scott was saying. “Since you have thought this out, how do I keep you from killing Andy and going to the press?”

  “Let us go,” he said simply. “Delete the mission to kill Jovana Borjan, delete the mission to kill me, and just let us go.”

  “You think it’s that simple?”

  “It will have to be,” he said as he pushed off the kitchen counter, picked up a pistol, and pressed it to Carroll’s temple. “It’ll have to be as simple as pulling a trigger or not pulling a trigger.”

  “Just to point out the seriousness here,” Andy said as he met Scott’s gaze. “He’s got a gun to my head.”

  “I want to retire,” Scott said lightly. “I wanted to stop doing this anyway. Let me do that. Let me take Jovana, and let us go.” He shrugged a shoulder. “If you’re worried about someone getting ahold of her again, don’t worry. I’ve kept her safe this far, and I’ve managed to catch a man in the process. I think I can keep her out of anyone else’s hands.” He tilted his head until a sound crack came from his neck. “On the other hand, I can kill this guy and every man you send my way. How many agents do you have, Austin? How many can you afford to lose?”

  “A man does stupid shit when he’s in deep,” Charlie sighed into the phone. A rustle of papers filtered through the phone, and it was apparent he was searching through his desk. “This is what you’ll do for me in return for what I’m going to do for you. You’ll take Andy to the airport and put him on a plane for Washington. I want a full debrief from you on this, Carroll. From there, as far as the CIA is concerned, both you and Borjan are dead. I’ll accept this piece of shit picture you sent me as proof, and Andy will tell me that he succeeded in killing you. From there, you will need to take everything you have left in your payroll account and put it in an overseas bank. I’ll send you the number to a bank in the Virgin Islands. After all of that, neither you nor Borjan will set foot in the States again. Are we all clear on these orders?”

  She saw Andy nod and Scott as well, the two echoing, “Yes sir.”

  “I’m setting you up with an email account. I’ll send the address and password to this phone. You will have twenty-four hours to get the information off that account before it is deleted. From there . . .” Charlie sighed. “I don’t want to hear from your ass again.”

  “If it makes you feel better, the feeling is mutual,” Scott said with a smirk. “You’re acting like I’ve got a gun to your head.”

  “There is, asshole,” the other man snapped. “Now get Andy on a plane.”

  The call ended and she felt relief flood her. “It is over?”

  Andy shot a look at her. “As soon as you get me on a plane, it’s over.”

  “If I untie you, are you going to be stupid?” Scott asked.

  “I follow orders,” the other man shot back. “I’m not so stupid that I’ll go against my director’s commands.”

  The next hour went by in a blur. Both she and Scott got dressed, and they untied the man who was sent to kill them. For being held at gunpoint, the other man didn’t seem to hold any animosity against them, though Scott didn’t return his guns. “I’d rather be safe than have a bullet in my head,” he said as they directed Andy into the rental car.

  “I behaved,” he argued. “But I can see where you’re coming from. I’ll just have to write off the loss.”

  It surprised her when she saw them shake hands, standing on the tarmac to the little airport they had arrived in. They spoke privately as she opted to stay in the car. There must be a connection between killers, because that was what they both were. Though Scott said he was retiring. When he came back to the car, he seemed to have a relaxed expression. It was closing in on dawn, and the rays of the sun had begun to chase away the darkness of the night.

  “Is it over?” she asked because despite everything, it seemed surreal that it would end s
o easily.

  “It’s over—the hard part is. Now we just have to finish up the little details,” he said lightly, picking up her hand. “We need to decide where we go from here. We could go our separate ways if it was something you wanted.”

  “That is not what Charlie Austin ordered.” She looked at him. “What happened to ‘in it together’?”

  He gave her a smile, and for the first time, it reached his eyes. She had been attracted to Scott before. He was a handsome man. Looking at him now, she saw him letting go of the stress, letting go of the need to be one step ahead and fighting to keep them both alive. He was beautiful.

  “I’m still in it. But I wanted to give you the choice now. Because despite what Austin said, you have a choice. You can go wherever the hell you want to go. You don’t have to stick with me if you don’t want to.” His voice sounded thick, and she knew there was emotion behind it. Fear. He was afraid she would choose to leave him.

  She unbuckled her seatbelt, and without a care for who might see them, she crawled across the center console to straddle his lap. “I am in this until the end,” she said lightly as she pressed her brow to his. “That has not changed just because the ending has. I will be with you until you are done with me.”

  “That means that you’ll be with me until we’re both old and going out on our own terms,” he said with a smile.

  “That is what I want,” she assured him as she kissed him gently. “I will grow old and grey with you.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Epilogue

  Scott made sure they enjoyed Brazil a little longer, made it a honeymoon though they hadn’t actually married. As far as he was concerned, Brazil saved them. He had done the last bits of what was necessary to end their relationship with the CIA, taking the small fortune he had earned in dealing death and putting it into a neutral bank on the Virgin Islands.

  “I want to explore the world with you,” he said to her as he brought her a cup of coffee into the bedroom. “I want to fuck you in every country you’ll let me.”

  She laughed and nearly spilled her coffee. “Have we not had enough excitement?”

  “That’s not excitement.” He sat on the bed next to her. “That’s me sowing my oats. Planting seeds and claiming what’s mine on foreign soil.” He paused in his thought process as he considered what she had said when she asked him to spare Carroll. “Do you want to start a family with me?”

  She set her mug on the bedside table and, as if she sensed that he needed her, she coiled her arms around his middle and rested her chin on his shoulder. “It would be my honor to have your children,” she said lightly in his ear. “To repay you the life you have given me.”

  “I don’t want you to repay me.” He looked at her as he tried to decide just how he was going to do this. It had been a couple of days, and now that he didn’t have to choke on the fear of them being found, he had managed to find a jewelry shop in town that had something he wanted. “You don’t owe me anything. I did what I did because I wanted to. Because I want you.”

  Her smile made his chest tighten, and the look in those blue eyes was something he could drown in. “I want a family with you,” she finally admitted. “If we no longer have cares in this world, I want us to be together because of love and not necessity.”

  He couldn’t help but echo her smile. His throat burned and nerves twisted up his stomach as he pulled a small velvet box from his pocket. “I love you,” he said without a thought. This hadn’t been planned. Nothing seemed to go according to plan when it involved her.

  But he didn’t regret it, not the first time he saw her and not the next that brought them to where they were now. “And I want to start my family with you.” He offered the box to her.

  She blinked, looking confused as she took it. He watched her open it and the confusion seemed to melt away in awe. He had bought her a simple solitaire, though he made sure the round cut diamond was large enough to shine for her as she shone for him. “Will you marry me?” It felt like a dumb question to ask, but he needed to. Just like he needed to hear her answer.

  “Of course,” she choked out. Tears began to slide down her cheeks and she buried her face against his neck. “Of course.” She quaked as he wrapped himself around her.

  He didn’t know where they would go from here, but he knew they would be going there together. That was enough.

  After a little thought, she had decided that it had all started in Kosovo, so it was only natural that it end there. Only, it wasn’t really an ending. She smiled at him as he walked her down the aisle of the little church that hosted them. This was a new beginning. She had come home to the place of her birth with the man who saved her life. And they would start life again here as they built their family.

  About Roxy Sinclaire

  Roxy Sinclaire writes steamy, suspenseful romantic stories as the main genre, and this includes a variety of different topics. Some of these include dark romances, action packed romances, mafia romances, and many more. She currently works in customer relations in New York City, but is trying to fulfill her passion in writing and eventually have her dream job become a reality.

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  Excerpt From Dirty Indiscretions

  Excerpt from Dirty Indiscretions: A Dark Mafia Romance (Book 1)

  I walked around the spacious room, keeping an eye on the guests. I could think of a dozen things off the top of my head, that I would rather be doing, but it was part my job description, apparently.

  I wasn’t a guy that liked to wear suits, but I'd had to get used to it with the crowd I ran with. Still, dealing with the upper crust wasn’t a part of my job that I liked. I was supposed to be there to enjoy the events, not working; but I couldn’t help but act as a lookout. The party was boring, anyway.

  And then she caught my eye, and I had second thoughts.

  Tall, slim, in a close-fitting black dress with a slit up the side that stopped high on her thigh, showing a mile of pale, toned leg. The dress had a 'V' neckline, down the front and back, that showed, even more, skin, so pale that the contrast against the dark dress was striking. The hem nearly swept the floor, even with her high heels. Her dark brown hair was held back by pins on one side so that it hung down her back and onto her opposite shoulder. I wasn’t close enough to see her eyes, but I thought with her coloring, they would be a dark color like her hair, maybe brown.

  She wasn’t the best
dressed, nor was she the skimpiest dressed woman in the room, I could see that with just a cursory look around. Yet, when I took my eyes off her to do just that, I found my attention skittering back to her.

  I didn’t think I knew her. That wouldn’t be surprising; I didn’t know a lot of the people at this party, considering I was technically just the help. But I'd been to enough of these parties that I knew the crowd my boss ran with.

  Intrigued, I followed her around the room. She interested me more than most, because unlike everybody else, she didn’t find a group and stand around chatting with them. Instead, she moved around the room, never sticking to one group long, always with a glass of champagne in her hand that she never drank from, though she brought it to her lips a couple of times, only to be 'distracted' and forget about it again. I noticed, that in all the stops she made, she didn’t speak to anyone.

  I narrowed my eyes.

  I looked around. Everyone was busy, making polite conversation and whatever else those rich types did when they got together at a party. I caught sight of my boss on the other side of the room and decided that for once, he wasn’t doing anything shady. No one was paying attention to things they shouldn’t, yet this woman didn’t look like she was paying attention to anything specifically.

  Trying not to act suspicious, I moved into her orbit. She wasn’t following a pattern, but I'd gotten good at maneuvering this sort of shindig.

  I was lucky enough to have her coming closer to me. No one was close enough to pay any notice to either one of us. I couldn’t resist the urge to move and intercept her circuit.