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  Below the Secrets

Part 4

By Lisa Renee Jones

Office of the Tall, Dark, and Deadly Series

Copyright 2013

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Table of Contents

Titlepage

Chapter 1

Affiliate two

Chapter three

Chapter 4

Affiliate 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Bonus Book - Prologue

Bonus Book - Excerpt

Beneath the Secrets

PART four:

***Begins EXACTLY where Part 3 leaves off***

Chapter One

"Where's your innocent lilliputian secretary who isn't a secretary at all—or she wouldn't handle a gun so well?" Ignacio demanded.

Continuing on the dock, the cold dark wind whipping around him, Blake wanted to do some whipping of his own. On Ignacio. Just since the asshole was his ticket to Alvarez correct now, he'd refrain until a subsequently appointment. "That's like maxim a lawyer can't broil a block," Blake observed. "Merely then your brain seems to operate like a mud pie."

Ignacio'south face reddened under the besides-dim lighting along the wooden walkway to their right. "Where is she, asshole?"

"Kara's…tied up," he replied. "She couldn't make it."

"My uncle specifically said I was to send you lot both. I'll accept to call him."

Blake yanked his phone from his chugalug. "I'll do it for you."

"I'g here!"

Blake froze at the audio of Kara'south voice, every musculus in his body turning to ice and then heating with anger. How the fuck was she here, and why hadn't he tied her up? And while he wasn't on mic with his brothers, he was sure they were nearby and cursing, too. They all knew how dangerous this meeting could get and Kara had no business being involved. He'd flipping warned Kyle she was skilled and she'd proven it, clearly outsmarting him.

At the audio of Kara'south heels clattering over the wooden dock, Blake turned to stare at her, watching her hair and the cherry-red silk of her dress flutter effectually her. She looked sexy and feminine and a ripe target for a human-trafficking functioning. What role of that didn't she understand? Blake basis his teeth at the sight of 2 goons stepping backside her and stopping to guard the walkway, their weapons glinting in their shoulder holsters like shined argent despite the barely at that place light. There was no manner he could get her out of this trip. She was hither. It wouldn't exist like shooting fish in a barrel, but he was damn certain going to try.

"I made it afterward all." She stopped between him and Ignacio and shivered, hugging herself. "I forgot my jacket. I'thou freezing."

Blake almost laughed at her obvious endeavour at playing the innocent little secretary afterwards she'd conspicuously just outwitted i of the best damn men Walker Security had on their team. Innocent, and held a gun at i of the cartel member's heads merely hours before.

"Where exactly were you?" Ignacio demanded.

Blake grimaced and before Kara could respond, answered for her. "What the hell business is information technology of yours?"

Ignacio cutting him a hard look, his gaze flicking over Blake'due south jeans and leather jacket, earlier raking an obscene path downward Kara's body and back up. "She's late, but at to the lowest degree she's dressed for a meeting with Alvarez."

Blake curled his fingers into his palms and told himself not to punch the living crap out of the human being. He'd had a lot of urges to pummel people since meeting Kara, it seemed. Pulling her to his side and under his arm, he would continue her close. He didn't give a damn how tough she thought she was—she didn't belong hither. If in that location was any style he could go her out of here, he would. He lifted his chin at Ignacio. "But get us to Alvarez."

"Gladly." Ignacio's lips twisted. "I'm going to enjoy how much he won't like you lot and how much he will like her." He glanced at Kara. "Give me your purse."

Kara didn't hesitate, handing information technology over to him. Of course, she was prepared. She'd been prepared for Kyle. She'd be prepared for Ignacio. "Ignore the lipstick," Blake said dryly. "It's non your shade."

Ignacio grimaced. "I wouldn't be surprised if it was yours."

"Information technology is," he said, unable to stop himself from staking his claim on Kara every chance he could find. "Every time I kiss information technology off her lips."

Ignacio did a search and handed Kara dorsum her purse. "Hold your hands to your sides."

Blake pulled her tighter against him. "If you and then much every bit think near touching her, that lipstick will exist up your donkey."

"Better her lipstick than Alvarez's human foot. She has to exist searched."

"We'll run into about that." Blake grabbed his phone and punched in Mendez's number. It started to band.

"What the fuck are yous doing?" Ignacio demanded.

"Calling your uncle."

"Wait," Ignacio chip out. "Hang up."

Blake let the phone band. "Why?"

"There's a metal detector at the destination. We'll utilize it."

"You meliorate be on your fashion to meet Alvarez," Mendez barked into the phone, answering the call.

Blake eyed Ignacio. "Since your nephew and I just worked out our travel arrangements, we're headed to see him."

"Make sure you are," Mendez spat, and the line went dead.

"Now what?" Blake asked, shoving his telephone back onto his chugalug. He'd bet one of his balls, and he was as attached to both of them as he was to animate, Kara had used that aforementioned drug she'd zapped him with on Kyle. He hoped like hell that she had some of it with her at present. What he'd packed himself wasn't going to make information technology through the detector.

Ignacio motioned toward the gunkhole. "All aboard."

Blake turned Kara toward the boat, keeping her and so close her hip was pressed to his. "If yous had whatsoever idea what I was thinking right at present…" he murmured.

"If you had whatever idea what I'1000 thinking right at present…" she countered.

"Where's Kyle?"

"Asleep."

Blake grunted. "Well, at least I won't get shit from him near you pulling that crap on me anymore."

She laughed; a soft, delicate sound that reminded him how female and how breakable she really could be. How much she didn't belong here. "He gave you a hard time?"

"Yous have no idea," Blake assured her every bit they stopped at the edge of the boat and he glanced behind him to find Ignacio talking to the goons. He eyed yet another goon on the deck and all but growled at Kara. "I should throw you in the water and make you swim for it."

"If I go, you lot're going with me."

"Merely because I'd be afraid you'd drown."

She turned into him, pressing to her toes, her soft curves molded to his, her lips teasing his

ear. "I won't drown. I promise."

His breast tightened at a promise that had nothing to exercise with his hope to throw her overboard. He wrapped an arm around her and buried his face in her neck. "Don't make promises yous can't keep." Ignacio's heavy steps warned of his approach. "And neither volition I." If they survived this, he'd be damn sure to tie her up and keep her safe, and that was a hope she could bank on.

He pulled back and motioned her forward. She glared at him, obviously reading between the lines, but Ignacio, with his men behind him, successfully ended their banter, stopping abreast them. Kara stepped onto the boat, where some other goon waited for them.

Blake followed Kara on board with Ignacio on his heels and things went downhill from in that location. "Yous two go into the cabin below," Ignacio ordered, stepping to Blake'due south side.

"Not a run a risk," Blake said, all kinds of alarm bells going off.

Blake could experience movement backside him, more people joining them on the gunkhole. Ignacio crossed his artillery in front of his chest. "You won't be immune to see your destination, plain and simple."

Going below deck with Ignacio in a higher place was beyond foolish. "We'll ride on top."

He flicked a look at Kara. "She'southward freezing and topside isn't an option."

Blake was all about giving Kara his coat, merely it was huge and heavy and he wasn't so certain he wasn't going to have her running here in a infinitesimal. "I'm claustrophobic," she offered. "I'd rather be cold and topside."

"Nosotros have a schedule," Ignacio said, his tone clipped. "Inside the cabin, both of you."

"And then Kara isn't going," Blake said, no compromise in his vocalism.

Kara opened her mouth to insert what was sure to exist an objection, but was silenced by the audio of several guns being cocked from backside them. A gun pressed to the back of Blake'south head. "She stays," Ignacio said, evil satisfaction in his eyes. "And while I'd hate to have to deliver you to Alvarez haemorrhage from a leg or shoulder, don't retrieve I won't."

Blake ground his teeth. Beneath the deck, they were blind. They wouldn't know if they'd traveled a mile upwardly the bay or headed out to sea, and the tracking device in his boot was short range at best.

"I'd similar y'all to make my day special," Ignacio added. "Stay where yous are for another sixty seconds and give me a reason to put a bullet in you."

Blake accepted the inevitable. He was going into that motel and, damn it to hell, then was Kara.

Affiliate 2

Talk about beingness locked up with a tiger who considered you casualty. That was exactly how Kara felt with Blake on her heels equally she headed downwards the stairs and into the small cabin. Instinctively she scanned the windowless infinite, taking in the mini kitchen, a couch attached to the wall, and a door to a bathroom before she whirled around to face her wild beast. And Blake was definitely a wild fauna.

He stalked down the stairs toward her, acrimony etched in his handsome face. Unsurprisingly, the door slammed and locked behind him. They were officially caged, prisoners who could very well exist headed to their decease. Right now, though, Blake was headed for her. He didn't cease until he stood toe to toe with her, merely she didn't back away. Not that there was anywhere to become.

His hands came down on her shoulders, the touch on solid, the touch on sending spirals of heat through her trunk. "You and I are going to accept a talk."

"Oh yes," she assured him, biting back what she really wanted to say, all too aware they were probable being recorded, maybe even videotaped. "We will."

"What you're going to do is exactly what the fuck I tell yous to practise." He eased closer, whispering in her ear. "They cannot know y'all matter to me." He leaned back and glared at her. "Yous're here to practise paperwork and fuck me. Nothing more than. Sympathize?"

She knew his crudeness was an deed. She knew he was trying to send a message to whoever was listening that he endemic her that she wasn't emotionally important, merely she couldn't completely continue information technology from cutting. "You lot know I do," she chip out.

His gaze pierced hers for several more seconds, his handsome faced etched in anger, strands of night pilus falling loose from the tie at his nape, before he dropped his hands abroad from her. He turned abroad and Kara hugged herself, watching him shrug out of his jacket, forcing herself to inhale, trying to take hold of her breath. Why did this human always steal her jiff?

Tossing the jacket onto the couch, he sank down on a absorber and patted the one on his other side. "Come sit. It won't thing if we're going a mile upward the way or ten, they'll make this a long ride to continue the states disoriented."

Kara told herself to practise as he said, to play her part, but her feet didn't seem to motion. The truth was, she wanted to smack him for talking to her similar she was his property. She shouldn't, though—not when they were undercover—but beneath the facade of his being master and her his damnable puppy domestic dog slave, was true anger. Both his and hers. He'd tried to close her down this evening, to exit her behind when her sister was in trouble. He was pissed it didn't piece of work. She was pissed he'd pull such a matter.

"Kara," he said softly, his tone a low command, a warning telling her to stay professional.

He wanted her to come up to him. Fine. She'd be right there. Kara stalked toward him as he had her, and took pleasure in the flash of surprise in his face at her adamant approach. She halted in front end of him, this time her hands settled on his shoulders, and did her best to ignore the instant cipher of oestrus through her trunk when she did.

Leaning closer, she pressed her lips to his ear, the spicy male person odour of him teasing her nostrils and stirring a cluster of butterflies in her tum. "You lot'll survive this night because I won't let anyone hurt you simply me. That'due south my privilege."

His fingers laced into her hair and he gently, but insistently, tugged—forcing her to await at him. "And this is mine," he declared a moment before his rima oris covered hers, his tongue pressing past her lips, hot with demand, and he tasted hunger, passion, and possession. He was claiming her, and it wasn't for the camera. She could feel the raw need in him, the near desperatation in each lush stroke of his natural language. Kara had no inkling if that need was really for her or for an escape from the emotions this trip to run into Alvarez had stirred in him. It didn't seem to matter. A mix of want and zipper to this homo rushed over her, through her. Whatever he needed, she wanted to give it to him.

Kara sank into the osculation, clinging to him, holding him shut, silently telling him she wanted him, she needed him, and in that moment she admitted to herself what that truly meant. Needing him reached across this kiss, this trip. In such a short window of time, he'd climbed into her soul and become a role of her. She couldn't lose him and her sister. She couldn't lose either of them.

Kara shoved at his chest, violent her mouth abroad from his, her chest heaving. "Damn yous, Blake." Over again, her lips found his ear, a firestorm of emotions balling in her chest. "Yous fabricated me feel what I'm feeling right at present, and damn it, you aren't quitting on me. Damn information technology, you volition stay alive. For me. I need y'all to practice it for me."

"What are you feeling, Kara?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Similar I can't lose you."

He stiffened, not moving, non responding, and then, suddenly, his arms wrapped around her and he buried his face up in her neck. "I promise to stay live on one condition."

Relief washed over her with his response, at the possibility he might actually try to survive what she knew he saw as a expiry mission. Moving to look upwardly at him, she searched his face, looking for a sign he needed her, also. "What? What is information technology?"

Several heavy seconds thick with tension ticked past, his expression unreadable until a slow smile transformed his features. "You have to let me spank you."

She barely contained a flinch at the unexpected question. She'd been hoping for an emotional connection, and he'd dodged it completely. His warning that he wasn't the guy for her to count on replayed in her mind. Kara shoved abroad from him and when he let her, a chill raced downwards

her spine and spread to her middle. He didn't plan on staying around. She didn't mean to him what he did to her. Damn it, why had she picked Blake to finally let her guard downwards with? Why?

Snatching up his jacket, she leaned confronting the wall at the end of the couch, and pulled her knees under the heavy weight of the leather. Physically distancing herself from Blake, as he'd emotionally distanced himself from her. Trying to survive herself now, when everything inside her felt like metal shards and broken glass.

At present in profile, Blake only sat there. She sat there. Seconds became minutes before he sank lower into the cushion, stretching his legs in front end of him. Kara allow her lashes lower, feeling the tension betwixt them like a thick, icy blanket that merely chilled her further. Helplessness filled her. All she could practice now was sit and wonder if they would both share a destiny, if not a life, and end up equally Blake had suggested—sinking in the bay in concrete blocks.

***

For an hour, Blake didn't expect or talk to Kara. He couldn't look at her. If he did, he'd want to touch her and if he touched her, he'd make promises he couldn't keep. Okay, he however wanted to bear upon her, only at least he wasn't spilling out things he'd regret afterward. He wasn't promising her either of them would survive this evening. He wasn't sure they would. All he could promise was his willingness to die to protect her. But promise to be there for her tomorrow? He couldn't do it. Not this night. But for the first fourth dimension in years, he did want to survive. He wanted to survive with Kara.

Slumped down on the burrow of the godforsaken deathtrap of a boat motel, with the soft, sweet scent of her teasing his nostrils, his fright for her safe was shredding his insides. It didn't help that he'd created at least one hundred means the residue of this night could go wrong, and he could come with a counter-move for only most twenty-five of them.

Abruptly, the doors to the cabin opened, and Blake cut Kara a quick wait, taking in her long brown hair, her pale pare, her frail features. Fearfulness punched him in the breast. Damn it, she couldn't dice. "Don't move or speak unless you take to," he ordered her.

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