The grandparents bickered over who was going to buy her her first dress.
Me and Leo?
We stood hand and hand and watched as the announcement of our daughter had brought the people we loved most in this world joy.
It was a beautiful thing.
Sneak Peak – REDEEMING Violet
Jaxon
Zane had been pacing for the last hour, I was contemplating duct tapping him to the chair or tossing his ass over the balcony into the water below. I wondered what his fancy neighbors would think when they saw a body falling from the penthouse.
“It’s not adding up,” Zane told me something I already knew. That was the whole reason for our meeting this evening. “The information is classified, yet the hacks are sloppy. If someone was hacking into top secret information, wouldn’t they cover their tracks better?”
“They have covered their tracks. We don’t know who the fuck they are. It’s as if they wanted someone to know the system had been breached, but not who they are,” I mused.
It had been too easy to find where Olivia Cox had been kept. Too easy to trace that someone from Langley had hacked into the White House server. And way too easy to pin it on Timothy Clark. Why would anyone want us to find all the breadcrumbs they were leaving but not their identity?
Zane’s phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket looking at the screen. “Goddamn telemarketers. I’m writing the fucking phone company a letter tomorrow about the do not fucking call registry. I’m on the list. Assholes.” Zane angerly swiped his phone stopping the ringing. Before he could repocket his phone it started ringing again. This time he answered placing the call on speaker.
“Hello,” he barked. It was hard to suppress the laugh that was bubbling.
“Zane Lewis?” a woman asked.
Zane turned to me and rolled his eyes. “Yes. Who is this?” he asked.
“My name is Violet Myers. I am with the CIA. I believe you’ve been looking for me?”
“Why would I be looking for you?” he asked and motioned for me to trace the call.
“There is no time for games. There has been a breach and a SEAL platoon is walking into an ambush. They were deployed two hours ago out of San Diego. I’m working on my end to find their exact location. With your resources, I thought it would be faster to work together,” Violet replied. “And there is no need to try and trace this call. I have emailed you all my intel and I will give you my cell number before we hang up. I’m actually on my way to you right now. I had to leave Virginia.”
“On your way to me?” Zane asked still trying to stall so I could triangulate her location.
“Yes, to your condo. ETA five minutes,” she replied.
“The fuck you say?” Zane Lewis had gone from pissed to nuclear.
“Mr. Lewis, I don’t think you need me to repeat myself. Do you want to play these games and explain to Caroline why her husband Matthew and his team didn’t come home? Or do you want to work together and warn them.”
“I swear to Christ woman, if you leaked information that gets them killed I will personally cut your throat and watch your blood spill,” Zane yelled.
“And I will gladly stand in front of you while you do. I’m ready to turn myself in and help but I need a favor.” Violet had lost the bravado she had at the start of the conversation.
“You have some balls asking me for a favor. What could you possibly want from me?” Zane glanced at me and I turned my laptop in his direction. Sure as shit, the woman was turning down his street headed straight to us.
“I’ll tell you when I come up. I’m here now.” The call disconnected and I thought Zane was going to crush his phone.
“Call Tex,” Zane yelled over his shoulder as he moved to his bedroom, no doubt to pull out the heavy artillery. Zane can be a scary motherfucker when he was pissed.
Tex picked up on the first ring. “Tex, it’s Jaxon. I’m unsecure,” I informed him.
“Copy that,” he replied apprehension thick.
“Sorry to bother you. I need conformation that the Frogs have gone to play in the Sandbox,” I asked using the nickname for SEALs and the universal term for the Middle East.
“I’d say that sounds about right,” he replied.
“We have a problem. Track them and tell them to hold fast for further intel and possible EXFIL. Possible mission compromise.”
“Fuck. Copy.” Tex disconnected. There was no one better at tracking. I had faith that we’d have their location within the hour. Hopefully before the team landed.
Jaxon and Violet coming soon 2018
Other Books by, Riley Edwards:
Nightstalker
The Gift
The Awakening
The Collective Season One
Unbroken part one – A Collective Novel
Unbroken part two – A Collective Novel
The Collective – Season Finale
The 707 Freedom Series
Free – A Black Ops Romance (Lenox)
Free – The Extended Epilogue
Freeing Jasper – A Black Ops Romance (Jasper)
Finally Free – A Black Ops Romance (Levi)
Freedom – A Black Ops Romance - coming March 2018 (Clark)
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