Dangerous
Attraction:
Part Two
Aegis Group
Sidney Bristol
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*~*Spoilers Ahoy for Part One*~*
Ex-Navy SEAL Travis Ration is on the trail of a killer who kidnapped his girl. Bliss Giles is everything he can't have, but he's falling for her anyway. He won't rest until he's reclaimed the woman who unlocked his heart. But that will only be the beginning. He knows the real battle will be over her heart and mind, overcoming the horrors she's seen. There's just one thing Travis isn't prepared for. To fall in love with a woman who is now as broken and haunted as himself.
The hunters become the hunted in this tale of serial killers and SEALs for hire. One shattered woman must come to grips with her reality, a determined man out to fix her has to choose to love or run, and a killer is out for more than blood in this romantic suspense serial by NYT & USA Today bestselling author, Sidney Bristol.
Warning: It won't end happily ever after—this time. Get extra batteries, because nothing is safe.
www.SidneyBristol.com
Dear Readers (and Jess & Dayna),
Please don’t kill me.
<3
Sometimes a little heartbreak is a lesson,
and the best thing to do is just learn the lesson.
―JON VOIGHT
Table of Contents
Chapter 1.
Chapter 2.
Chapter 3.
Chapter 4.
Chapter 5.
Chapter 6.
Chapter 7.
Chapter 8.
Chapter 9.
Chapter 10.
Chapter 11.
Chapter 12.
Chapter 13.
Chapter14.
1.
Travis’ boots crunched with each step. The Nevada desert was rough terrain at the best of times. Today was not one of those.
The trail had deep ruts on either side just wide enough for an ATV to fit through. Acrid smoke hung low in the air from the house fire not even a mile away. The smoke mixed with the repugnant scent of death, decay, and animal feces, setting the tone for his foul mood.
He held his breath as he topped the hill and the crime scene unfolded in the small valley along the Muddy Mountain. A dozen or more forensics personnel from the Las Vegas police department clustered here and there around yellow markers.
Was this Bliss’ fate?
Would the serial killer treat her like he had these bodies? Or would he do worse?
Daniel Campbell might be the most dangerous serial killer on the loose in decades. And Travis had put Bliss squarely in the man’s crosshairs. This was his fault. The knowledge made him sick.
He should have told Bliss no when she insisted on going with him to rescue her sister, Wendy. If he’d known then that Daniel had Wendy’s entire family under surveillance, he’d have made a different call.
It should have been Travis Daniel went after, not Bliss.
“Travis, thanks for joining us.” Supervisory Special Agent Ryan Brooks strode toward him, arm extended. He breathed federal officer, from the close-cropped hair to the no-nonsense suit. He seemed a little out of place in the middle of the desert, but Travis wasn’t about to underestimate the man. He led the FBI’s Behavior Analysis Unit that specialized in serial killers.
Travis shook the agent’s hand and nodded at the man and woman at his back.
“I’m sorry to meet like this.” Somehow Ryan was able to cram sympathy and briskness into those few words. “This is SSR Connor Mullins and Jade Perez. The rest of our team is at the police station and Bliss’ apartment.”
“They find where the cameras are transmitting to?” Travis asked.
“Not yet, but our tech is working on that remotely,” Ryan replied.
After calling in Bliss’ abduction, it had only taken the cops thirty minutes to locate half a dozen cameras in Bliss’ home and five times that many at her sister’s residence.
The bastard had watched them make love, and then he’d taken her.
“Think you could walk us through what happened yesterday?” Connor’s voice rolled and lilted. Wherever the man was from, it wasn’t America, that was for sure. Travis’s money was on Ireland.
“Sure. Where do you want to start?”
“The beginning. Right now you are our only inside view into David Campbell’s life,” Jade said. The chilly December breeze blew her long, red ponytail over her shoulder.
“What about family? Co-workers?” Travis glanced between them. Someone had to know David better than him.
“Family is deceased, and he worked remotely from home the last two years. To our knowledge, you’re the only person that’s seen him,” Jade replied.
Shit.
Travis might not be an FBI agent with all the training, but he could read between the lines. This was not good news for Bliss. He glanced over Ryan’s shoulder to watch a forensics guy dusting sand off a small mound.
“How many do you think are out there?” Travis nodded at the dump site.
“No telling. They’ve found remains starting at that stone,” Connor gestured at a large rock and then flung his arm wide, “to about fifty yards that way.”
“It will take a while to match all the bodies,” Jade said.
“Wendy said there were three men with her. Even if he kept three men between his kidnapping and dumping of the women that’s...twenty-four possible victims.” Travis’ stomach knotted further.
“They’ve already identified thirty-two skulls,” Jade volunteered.
“Christ.” Travis shook his head. At the least, Daniel Campbell was responsible for forty lives lost once they factored in the women, and probably more.
“I hate to push, man, but we need to know what you know.” Connor took a step closer, standing between him and the scene.
“Yeah, yeah.” Travis nodded and dredged up that first memory of Bliss. “I went to records yesterday morning to pull the case files on the other women, look for similarities. Bliss walked in to report that her sister was missing. I figured, it’s the right time frame, the sister fits the profile, why not follow up on it? So we got some coffee, she told me what happened, that she saw her sister the night before, but yesterday she was gone. We went to Wendy’s house, and that’s when I found the security system had been tempered with. Digging back into the other cases, I was able to find out a few of them had security systems that were monitored by the same company. Between that, and the make and model of the car Wendy left in, we were able to track down David Campbell.”
“How did you know Wendy left in that car?” Jade asked.
“Wendy and her husband live in a gated community. We had a look at the security tape from the night before.” He was pretty sure those moments crammed into the security booth with her were the bedrock of this thing between them. Or maybe he’d been a goner from the moment she walked into the police station.
“But not Bliss?” Jade’s gaze narrowed.
“No. Wendy’s husband, Grayson, is rich. Her family isn’t. Bliss lives in an apartment complex about ten minutes away.”
“Why didn’t you call us or tell the cops when you located David Campbell?” Ryan asked.
“Because by then, Grayson had retained Aegis Group to get his wife back. I had to obey orders first.”
“Like a good soldier,” Connor muttered.
Travis ignored the comment. He was a SEAL. It was who he was. If the agent didn’t like it, he could fuck off.
“Why’d you bring her here? Why not leave her at her sister’s house?” Connor asked louder. The man
was belligerent and starting to rub Travis the wrong way.
“Her sister’s mental state. She argued that I might do more harm to her than good if I had to manhandle her out of the situation. Since it appeared to be low risk, I agreed.” How did he explain to them the passionate way Bliss spoke? He was still positive that if he hadn’t taken her with him, she’d have done her best to follow him.
“Walk us through the rescue,” Ryan prompted. He glanced at Connor, who ignored the pointed look.
“I approached the house from the northwest on foot. I didn’t know at the time no one was home. I saw the path, followed it, and found Wendy. I had to tranq her to get her out of the cell. On my way back I saw that Bliss had driven up to the house. I made a beeline for the truck, secured Wendy in the back seat, and that was when I heard a shotgun blast. Bliss exited the house, followed by Daniel. I returned fire, covering her until she could get in the SUV, and we got out of there as fast as we could.”
“Did Wendy mention the other victims?” Jade asked.
“Yeah.” Travis nodded. “Called them Stumpy and something else. They told her about the other victims, how they wound up there.”
“And that was?”
“According to Wendy, Daniel kills the men, who he calls his test subjects, around the time he takes a new wife, as he calls the women. He forced Wendy to marry him at a drive-through wedding chapel under the name of Daniel White.”
“Lali was able to track down a half dozen wedding licenses we think were Daniel’s aliases.” Jade shook her head.
“We think he’s doing that to Bliss?” Connor asked.
“She doesn’t fit his profile. She’s not blonde or born in Vegas,” Ryan said, not looking at Travis.
“What you’re saying is he’s probably using her as a test subject. He wants to get back at her for taking away Wendy.” Travis didn’t flinch from the truth. In the SEALs, they hadn’t had the luxury of ignoring the truth, and it wouldn’t change now. The only difference was him. The agony of knowing these terrible things were happening to Bliss. He’d change places with her in a heartbeat if he could.
“We don’t know that,” Ryan said quickly. “What else do we know about the victims?”
“Did Wendy say anything about the Psycho Club?” Connor asked.
“Killer Club,” Jade corrected.
“No, nothing.”
“We need to talk to Wendy. Find out what she knows,” Ryan said.
“Good luck with that.” Travis chuckled bitterly. “Her husband has her on lockdown.” He curled his hands into fists. If he had the time to worry about Grayson Horton, he’d have already decked the guy.
“Where do we think he’s gone? He torched his house, abandoned his holding cells. The Buick was burned with the house. He has to have a plan,” Jade mussed out loud.
“Who knows?” Connor shrugged.
“He’s detail-oriented. He would have had a getaway plan. We aren’t dealing with a killer on the run yet,” Ryan said.
Travis had tracked criminals and terrorists across deserts, seas, and continents. He was going to find Bliss, and when he did, he would kill Daniel Campbell.
Everything hurt.
It was the first thought that swam up through the fog. Whatever party Bliss had gone to last night must have been something wild.
Who convinced her to go?
Her mouth was dry, and someone had let a herd of elephants loose in her head. It must be the landscapers. They always seemed to mow the tiny patch of grass outside her bedroom window for half an hour. They had the worst timing.
The bed lurched, and Bliss reached out to catch herself. Her hand smacked into a metal bar. Light stabbed her bleary eyes.
This wasn’t her bedroom.
She gasped for breath and blinked away the crud matting her eyelashes.
This could not be happening.
No, no, no.
Bits of last night teased her memory, but she hurt so bad.
What was going on? Was she going to die?
Across from her, shelves lined the wall. Strapped in like precious cargo were glass jars.
Glass...jars...
She squinted. Where had she seen those before? It was recent.
Light slashed in through the window above her, illuminating the jars.
Oh my God.
Daniel Campbell. She’d seen them in his house.
The diesel engine chugged loud enough to block out her thoughts.
She pressed her hand to her mouth and tried to pull her legs up, but the space was too narrow for her to do anything but lie on her back or maybe her side.
What happened? Where was she? Was Wendy okay? Had he hurt Travis?
Snatches of memory swirled in her head. They’d rescued Wendy, Grayson had arrived from London, and Travis had taken her home. After that it got a little fuzzy. They’d kissed and she knew there was more she couldn’t recall.
Had Daniel killed Travis? Was he dead?
Hot tears pricked her eyes.
Why her? Why this?
The overwhelming sense of dread settled on her, and the weight of it was suffocating.
Bliss didn’t want to die. Not like this. Who would take care of Wendy? What about her bucket list? There were so many things she wanted to see and do before she died.
She drew in a shaky breath and covered her mouth.
Panicking never solved problems. That’s what she told Wendy. When something bad happened, she needed to take stock of her situation and make a plan. That approach had weathered the storms before, why not now?
Bliss inhaled and wrapped mental arms around all her fear, anguish, and sorrow. She shoved it into a mental closet and locked the door. There was time to fall apart when she was dead. But for now she was still alive, and Daniel Campbell had no clue who he was messing with. She might not be a badass SEAL, but she’d never rolled over and given up for anyone. Someone would come for her, and when they did, she intended to be alive.
Oh, God.
She gulped down a deep breath.
Freaking out wasn’t going to do her any good.
Bliss peered through the bars, taking in her surroundings. This had to be some sort of converted motorhome. The insides had been gutted. The floor was covered in metal sheeting. A table, or something, was bolted to the center of the narrow space, maybe an arm’s length from her prison. She craned her neck to look toward the back of the motorhome, but it was shrouded in shadow.
The motorhome turned a wide right. She could see out through a few feet of the windshield. An awning blocked out the light. The vehicle lost speed and lurched to a stop.
A gas station.
She shoved her hands down to her sides and closed her eyes, forcing her body to relax. Playing possum was her only defense right now.
The engine died, allowing the ambient sounds of country and western music to infiltrate the motorhome.
It wasn’t soundproof.
Good to know.
The driver groaned and shifted. He must have stood. One heavy footstep after another on the metal flooring made it easy to track Daniel’s movements to the door. It went against her instincts to remain quiet when it squeaked open, and the motorhome shook with each step down the stairs. The door slammed shut and for a few blessed seconds she relaxed.
She was alone.
Her body hurt, but a quick wiggle of fingers and toes suggested she seemed to be okay. Nothing hurt in a bad way, and nothing was chopped off.
She shifted so she lay fully on her back and began exploring her prison by touch. The bottom was plywood with a thin egg crate laid over it. An act of kindness? Or was that to muffle her sounds? She stomped on the walls at her feet and knocked on the ones over her head. They appeared solid, but not metal like the bars holding her prisoner.
The top of her prison was heavy, but appeared to have some give in it. The hinges were up against the wall, but what was holding it closed was a mystery.
She pulled her knees up as far as she could and wedged the
m against the top, pushing with everything she had.
The motorhome door opened. She squinted in the sudden light and pain stabbed her behind the eyeballs. She wrinkled her nose and forced herself to see past the pain.
Daniel Campbell.
The man chuckled and climbed into the motorhome.
That sound, it was the stuff of nightmares.
Bliss sucked down air and screamed, praying someone was outside, that they would hear her.
Daniel swore and closed the door behind him.
She grabbed the bars, shook them, and screamed again.
He went to a knee, fumbling with something on the outside and moments later the lid lifted. He swung his arm and punched her, right in the face. Stars lit up her vision, and for a second she couldn’t believe what had just happened. White hot pain seared her nerves. She cradled her face in her hands and rolled away from him, hunching her shoulders. It was instinct more than anything else, a weak attempt to protect everything vital.
“You shut up, or I’ll slice your throat now. They’d like that—my children. You’re only alive right now because you’re useful.” He dug a hand into her hair and pulled her backward, until she had no choice but to look up at him.
He held a syringe in his hand.
Her neck twinged, and a memory broke loose from the fog.
Wendy had called. Bliss had left her bed, no, she’d left someone.
Travis.
Travis had been in her bed.
She’d left him to go call Wendy back and something bit her.
No, it was Daniel.
She held up her arms, weakly trying to fend him off, but he jabbed the needle into her forearm. He shoved whatever was inside into her veins, watching her.
“W-why are you doing this?” she asked. There wasn’t a reason she could accept in existence, but she still wanted to know.
“Because I can,” he replied.
Her vision hazed, fading to black and all the fight leeched out of her.
She wasn’t dying, but she might as well be. She wasn’t a SEAL, she had no training. It was only a matter of time until Daniel killed her. Just like the other women.
2.
Travis peered through the binoculars. By all appearances, the mansion on the hill was just that, a luxurious getaway outside of Las Vegas. That was, until one of the security guards came into sight. Even the most A-list celebrity didn’t have security packing semi-automatic weaponry, unless they were looking for attention. From his vantage point above the outpost, Travis could document the comings and goings of all the personnel assigned to Grayson Horton’s security detail.
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