Page 55 of Wrecked
“I’m starving,” she announced after entering.
Hawk, Prescott, Sinclair Develin, and Dakota Luck were watching a brutal video of a terrorist group murdering several innocent civilians. Her stomach dropped, her voracious appetite killed.
“Oh, no.” She flicked her gaze from the large monitor on the wall to the four men seated around the table.
The screen went dark.
With a smile, Dakota stood. “Good to see you, Addison.”
Sin and Dakota were identical twins. Fortunately, they wore their hair differently, which made it easy to tell them apart. Sin styled his back, whereas Dakota had perfected a bed-head look, his mussed, brown hair going in every direction.
“Hey, boss.” She shook Dakota’s extended hand, before regarding the other three men. “Is this a brothers-only meeting? I don’t have a brother, but my sister would have passed out at the sight of that.”
“It wasn’t pretty,” Sin said. “Congrats on the Festival Shooter mission. How’ve you been?”
Her attention jumped to Hawk, a whisper of a smile dancing on his sexy mouth. She hitched her eyebrow at him.
“Fine,” she bit out. “Just fine.”
“Have a seat.” Dakota sat back down.
After setting her bags on the table, she eased into a chair. “What’s going on?”
“I stepped away from ALPHA to handle some issues with my real estate company,” Dakota began.
“I remember,” she replied.
“My business partner returned, but instead of jumping back in to co-run ALPHA, I’ve been leading a top-secret specialty group.”
“Thetruegem of ALPHA,” Sin added.
“BLACK OPS,” Dakota explained.
What the hell?
“I’m listening,” she said.
After Dakota provided a high-level overview, he finished with, “BLACK OPS assassins eliminate on sight.”
“We think you’d be a solid addition to the team,” Sin added.
Excitement coursed through her at the same time dread pounded her guts. These missions would be crazy dangerous. “I’m not sure this would be the right fit for me.”
“Why?” Dakota asked.
“If some of the missions are in the Middle East, I can’t do those.”
“Then, you won’t,” Dakota explained.
“So, I have a choice?”
Leaning back in the leather chair, Dakota offered a reassuring smile. “Always.”
“Would I live here or abroad?”
“Here,” Dakota replied. “Home base is right here.”
“This black site?” she asked.
