Stolen Vengeance: Slye Temp book 6

by Dianna Love

  She dropped her head down close enough for their noses to almost touch. “When are you going to admit there’s more between us than casual friendship? Tell you what. I’ll start. I love you and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. I love you enough for both of us so you don’t have to say anything. But you need to know that I’m not letting you just walk out of my life again.”

  What the hell could he say to that?

  She loved him.

  She wanted to keep him.

  She was just as insane as he was.

  The words were inside of him, pounding to get out and tell her how much she meant to him, but saying them then abandoning her would be worse than last time. As soon as he got Rikker out of the picture, Dingo had to go to ground and figure out what tomorrow brought.

  Whatever it was would not include Valene.

  Just admitting that to himself was squeezing the life out of his heart.

  He wanted her. More than anything he’d ever wanted.

  And he believed her when she said she wouldn’t let him go.

  This sucked. He finally had someone who really wanted him and he couldn’t have her.

  She kissed his forehead and cheeks. “I don’t know why you think you’re destined to go through life alone, but you’re not. I will fight to keep you. I will never let you go. If you leave this time, I’ll find you.”

  His throat was too tight to get a word out so he kissed her back and color came into his dreary world again. Holding Valene was as close to perfect as a man could get.

  She reached down and found his erection.

  Okay, there might be one more place just as perfect and that was inside Valene.

  Clothes came off in a rush and he helped her get her panties down. Then he scooted out of his jeans, the whole time keeping his mouth on her.

  “Hurry up,” she ordered.

  Pure Valene. Demanding and eager. He loved that about her. Loved her.

  Those words struck him as hard as lightning. He’d fought to keep that inside, not daring to let the words creep up into his world, because once they did he’d never get them stowed away again.

  Her fingers curled around his dick the minute he freed the happy part.

  A primal groan crawled up his throat.

  He filled his hands with her breasts, brushing both nipples at once and she tensed.

  “I need you inside me.”

  “Say that again and you’ll miss the best part.”

  She laughed and brushed herself across the tip of his penis. “Then hurry the hell up. Screw it...”

  She impaled herself and Dingo shouted, locking every muscle to keep from losing control. “Don’t. Move.”

  “I keep trying to tell you that it works better if I do.”

  “Need a condom.”

  “I’m on the pill and ... I trust you. No more argument.”

  He growled, chuckling at the end. It was that or grind his teeth over the pain of holding back. “What about foreplay?”

  “What about next time?” she countered then lifted up. “Ready or not, here I come.”

  And she did... right before he did.

  Chapter 37

  Loose hair tickled her nose.

  Valene blew it away and it came back. She woke up slowly. She was stretched over the top of a warm, muscular chest. Dingo had an arm wrapped protectively around her back. He’d covered them up at some point with half the blanket.

  The hair grazed her nose again. She swatted and hit his hand. “Stop it.”

  He laughed softly. “Time to get up. We’ve got a little over an hour to daylight. Need to be out of here while it’s still dark.”

  “Good, because I need coffee.” She pushed up and smiled at him.

  He said, “Hello, beautiful.”

  “You are definitely a keeper.”

  His grin faded.

  What had she said? She brushed her fingertips over his scruffy cheek. “What?”

  “I’ve just never heard that.”

  She tried to wrap her head around what he was saying. She asked, “Where’s your family?”

  “My mum’s dead.”

  That was it for his family? “I’m sorry.”

  He made an attempt at shrugging, which was not easy when lying down. “Long time ago.”

  “How old were you?”

  “Eight.”

  “No dad?”

  His chest rose and fell with each deep inhale and exhale. “The man who got my mum pregnant left her in the outback as soon as he realized she was knocked up. She met a man when I was six. He moved us to New York. Mum didn’t adjust well. Didn’t understand the city and started thinking my stepdad was being unfaithful. Don’t know if he was or not, but she thought so and went downhill. Lost weight. Cried all the time. I came home from school one day and my stepdad was the only one there. He said she’d died. Taken pills. Then he told me he wasn’t cut out to be a father and I wasn’t his kid. He had a bag packed for me and dropped me at the children’s home.”

  She was too stunned to speak at first, but she got her voice back quickly. “What kind of a son of a bitch does that to a kid?”

  He stroked his hand over her hair with a soothing touch. “It was a long time ago, babe.”

  “I don’t care. My dad kept me when I was a lot younger than you and he’d lost his arm.”

  Dingo frowned. “What about your mum?”

  “She fell out of love with my dad when he became damaged goods. Her family’s a bunch of socialites in the Northeast. Big money. She got her divorce, then packed up my brother and moved back.”

  Dingo’s fingers stopped on her hair. “Why didn’t she take you?”

  “Even though I was only five, my father asked me where I’d rather be and I said with him. I had no idea just how hard it was going to be on him to take care of a little girl alone, but he never let on. When I was older, I looked back and realized what all he did. My mom sends cards and gifts. I don’t really care if I ever see her again, or my older brother, because neither one even called when dad got sick. What he did for me? That was true love. Not words. Not gifts. Someone who showed up every day no matter what.”

  His fingers slid over her hair again, back and forth, in a rhythm. “He must be some kind of man to have raised a woman like you.”

  “He is.” She couldn’t hide the haunted sound in her voice. “I’m just trying to keep him alive.”

  “I know.”

  To keep from thinking about failing her dad if Smith really was the criminal Dingo had described, Valene said, “We never finished talking last night. By the way, thank you for trusting me to share what you did. I won’t betray that trust.”

  “I want you to if you run into trouble with the law. I’m going to do my best to keep you off their radar, but if you get in any situation where that information will help you, use it.”

  “I hear you.”

  “But are you going to do what I said?”

  She grinned. “Why should I start now?”

  “Va-lene.”

  “Ding-o!” She laughed and asked, “Where’d you get the name Dingo?”

  “It’s a nickname. Dingoes are wild dogs in Australia. Some people try to domesticate them. That’s not always a wise idea with an animal that’s been wild for thousands of years. I was a hellion as a child. Like a half-domesticated dingo. My mum used to joke that I’d come from the dingoes. They just dropped me on her doorstep.” He was quiet then added, “I think it was easier than thinking she was at fault for saddling herself with an unwanted child.”

  “Don’t say that. I’m sure she loved you.”

  “What makes you so sure?”

  “Because I love you and any woman in her right mind has to love you.”

  He studied her a bit. “That’s what I call Valene logic. It’s a brand all your own.”

  “It’s true.” She wanted him to tell her that he cared as much as she did, because she could feel it and see it in everything he did. But she also sensed his hesitat
ion to take that risk. To allow himself to care for someone again after he’d been taught that love didn’t exist.

  He said, “You were going to tell me more about Smith.”

  She conceded to his change in subject. “I’ve been trying to rebuild my business–”

  “What happened to it?”

  “I dropped everything to take care of my dad and the next thing I knew I was out of funds and out of circulation. But I’ve managed okay.” One step from being on welfare at times, but she’d kept going. “Anyhow, I’d lost a lot of contacts, especially when Aram showed up in town.”

  “Does he know Smith?”

  “I don’t know. I would have said no, but someone clued Aram in about the scroll and Navarro killed Aram. Navarro was talking about some man who he was going to one-up by finding the scroll first.”

  “Did they give a name?”

  “No. You’re wondering if they were talking about Smith, right?”

  “Yes.”

  She went on. “Navarro didn’t mention anyone else.” She thought back over his interrogation. “I don’t understand why he killed Aram. Navarro’s so cold blooded. Aram was just a number on a list to him.”

  “What’d you say?” Dingo’s body tensed beneath hers.

  “Navarro is cold-blooded.”

  “No, about Aram being on a list.”

  “Oh. Navarro made a snide remark that Aram was merely number two on his list of bodies to put to rest.”

  Dingo sat up, jostling her, but he stopped to carefully lift her up and place her beside him. “I have to get that information to someone.”

  “What’s going on with the assassinations?”

  Dingo ran his hand over his head and back again. “I wish I knew.”

  “Remember when you were telling me how good I am at what I do?”

  He smirked at her. “Yes.”

  “Then why don’t you give me what you have and let me see if I can figure anything out?”

  “Hell, it couldn’t hurt. My people are running out of time to figure out who to protect.”

  “Would that be the same people not willing to help you right now?”

  “It’s complicated, babe.”

  She let that roll off her list of concerns, but only for now. “Tell me what you’ve got.”

  Dingo shared the intel he’d gotten from someone in Atlanta on three hits, and gave her the high points of what happened at the charity event. He concluded by saying, “They have you going back into that hall we exited after I saw you in the bathroom.”

  “I went back to get my lipstick. I’d left it on the vanity.”

  “They think you had time to meet the assassin who came down the emergency exit stairs on that end of the building.”

  She said, “What? They think I killed the guy you found in the stairwell?”

  “Right.”

  “Oh my God. How could they think that?”

  He lifted his hand and counted off fingers. “You have weapons training that proves you’re capable of making the kill shot, especially at close range. You’re skilled in Krav Maga. You received fifty thousand dollars from an offshore account and you were seen meeting with ... Smith, whose signature kill shot was used on the assassin at the charity event.”

  “Then Smith is the one who killed him.”

  “That’s my bet too, but they have no confirmation that Smith was at the event and they believe he had you use that signature shot so others would know he was behind it.”

  “He was at the event.”

  “I thought I saw him, too.”

  “No, he was definitely there.” She realized she was wringing her hands and stopped. “Tell me what else you know about the assassinations.”

  “We have three sets of initials. F.E.P. O.N.C. P.G.C. We thought F.E.P was Francine Eva Perdido, but they killed Fontana.”

  She agreed that the initials didn’t work. “Aram’s last name is Pavlovsky, so he can’t be O.N.C.”

  “And there’s been no high profile second hit,” Dingo said. “So we have no idea who O.N.C. is.”

  “Navarro said Aram was the second hit. If his list is the same as yours, then the initials might mean something other than a name.” Valene turned to get Dingo’s reaction. He was studying on her suggestion so she kept brainstorming. “You say Smith is a criminal. If he’s behind Fontana’s assassin’s death then whose side is he on?”

  “I don’t know. And why does he want that scroll?”

  She went after that angle. “Could Smith be an Orion Hunter?”

  Dingo cocked his head, chewing on that. “It’s not outside the realm of possibility, but it’s more likely that he’s the front man for someone pulling strings in all this. Someone who is connected to the hunters. We won’t know until I get my hands on him.”

  “How are you going to do that if you have to get out of town?”

  He gave her a sly grin. “I’m not running. I have a job to do and Smith is not getting away again.”

  “That sounds like history between you two.”

  “It is. He’s the reason my team almost died in another country three years ago. His debt is piling faster than he can outrun it.”

  Smith was former CIA. “Are you CIA?”

  “No.”

  She knew even less about Dingo than she had before, and hadn’t thought that was possible. But putting off the one thing she hadn’t told him yet was wearing a raw spot in her stomach.

  Valene admitted, “I heard from Smith last night.”

  He didn’t react unless turning still as a stone sculpture counted. “And?”

  “He gave me a time and place to meet him.”

  “Where is it?”

  She gave him the directions for the coffee shop. “I don’t know of any event significant to that location, but he said he was on a schedule and had somewhere to be right after that.”

  Dingo’s gaze focused on somewhere distant as he spoke. “Smith has been on site for one kill, but we can’t assume that Fontana was the actual target. If Smith’s on site for the next one, then maybe he’s picking up the scroll before he goes, so that gives us a guesstimate time frame.”

  “I have to be there at eleven. Gives me about six hours.”

  “That’s tight but I can find someone who looks like you to make that drop.”

  “No. Smith has made it clear that if I am not there with the scroll on time he’ll come after me for the deposit he’s paid.”

  Dingo squeezed her hand. “He’s not going to pay you the balance.”

  She forced the tears back. “I know.”

  “And I’m not going to risk losing you. He’s too dangerous.”

  “But what if ... what if he really is willing to pay for the scroll?”

  “That’s not how he operates for one thing, and the scroll would be used for something bad.”

  “Oh, hell, besides it has to go back to the Vatican and from what you’re saying he isn’t working for them.” She pounded the ground with her free hand. “What does he want with killing these people? I mean Fontana might be part of a political deal that went bad, but Aram is not connected to this.”

  All the information tumbled around in her mind.

  Not connected. NC.

  One Not Connected. O.N.C.

  “Dingo!” she grabbed his arm. “I have an idea. Remember I said the initials might not be people?”

  “That’s a tough logic angle because they’re assassination targets.”

  She got excited, waving her hands. “Hear me out. What if O.N.C. is One Not Connected? As in someone to throw law enforcement off the trail?”

  His eyes narrowed as he concentrated on that. “What would F.E.P. be then?”

  “Francine Eva Perdido. Fontana’s Eva Perdido. Fontana’s End Place. Fontana Eliminated ... Permanently?” She pushed to her feet and jumped around. “That might be it! If so, my theory is right.”

  “That’s another dose of Valene logic,” Dingo quipped.

  She grinned at him. “Admit
it. Pretty brilliant, eh?”

  “I always think you’re brilliant. Okay, based on that logic, what is P.G.C.?”

  Hmm. She slumped. “I don’t know. Let me think on it.”

  “Think while we head back to LA.” He stood up and stared out at the horizon, which was barely visible.

  She hugged his waist, enjoying the peace filling her from the ocean whispering along the shoreline. “Someone might recognize you.”

  “Stop fretting. You have no idea how good I am at disguises.”

  “Okay, but we have to make a stop before we meet up with Smith.”

  “For what?”

  “I’ve got another brilliant idea, but it’s going to depend on my convincing Henri to speak to me again.”

  Chapter 38

  Dingo waited for Valene outside the hole-in-the-wall restaurant where they’d had a late breakfast on the beach drive back. He’d told her to take her time in the ladies room where she wanted to freshen up. That allowed him time to talk to Nick, who needed to hurry up and answer his cell.

  “I’m here,” Nick said, coming on the line.

  Dingo turned to watch the entrance to the restaurant, a humble shack that dished out great food. “I’ve got information and maybe a theory on the initials.”

  “Good. We need it. Nothing is breaking loose and Sabrina’s chomping at the bit for answers.”

  “Has she mentioned me yet?”

  “Oh, yes. She said if anyone heard from, and I quote, fucking Dingo, she wanted to know immediately.”

  “She cursed? That’s bad.” Dingo didn’t have much time and jumped back on track. “The initials might mean Fontana Permanently Eliminated.”

  “Heh. What about the other two?”

  “If that theory holds true, then O.N.C. might mean One Not Connected, because we think Aram Pavlovsky, the antiquities broker, was the second hit even though I wouldn’t call it an assassination.”

  “We?”

  “Yes. We. Mention to Sabrina that I’m with someone at your own risk.”

  “Not me,” Nick assured him. “I like my head where it is right now. What does the third set of initials stand for?”

  “Don’t know yet. Still working on that, but I did find out that Rikker is after the Vatican scroll.” Dingo was going on raw gut instinct and believed if Sabrina was wearing his shoes, she’d want Nick to know about Rikker, especially with this mysterious contact of Nick’s. Pissing off Gage was too far down Dingo’s give-a-shit list to worry about.