Holy shit.
I recognized that voice.
But it was Hannah Hargreaves’ next words that absolutely shook me down to my very core, sweeping the air straight out of my lungs…
“You are aware, of course, that I am acting in proxy for Soroka Sarkonov.”
What.
The.
Fuck.
I didn’t have to see Talon to know that he stiffened up at the confirmation. I could feel the rising tension crackle in the room at her words.
“Yes. I’m aware,” he replied coolly, his voice trickling to a low, menacing tone. “Does your big, dangerous brother your role in all of this?”
“Absolutely not,” she replied aloofly.
“You seem so sure, but perhaps I know Hunter Hargraves better than his own sister,” Talon remarked coolly. “I keep him in contempt, and I sure as shit don’t respect him, but I know that he’s good at sensing a snake in his midst – experience has made him rather cautious.”
“My brother was happy to see me,” Hannah laughed. “I’m just a defenseless, traumatized woman, aren’t I?” Her voice turned sickeningly sweet, drenched in venomous sarcasm. “Wandering around the country, barely keeping in touch, all under my strong, capable brother’s protection…”
I absolutely loathed how she mocked the father of my child with that tone. Oh, the things I would have given to wrap my hands around her fucking throat and pin her up against the wall…
How can she betray us like this?
What the hell was her angle?
“Aren’t you just little miss fucking sunshine,” Talon replied wearily, leaning forward in his chair enough to barely pass into view. “Save an old, dying man the bullshit. I know that you’re here to kill me.”
“I could, yes. But I’m a reasonable woman, as is my employer,” Hannah replied aloofly.
Talon didn’t sound particularly convinced. “I hope you realize that my men won’t let you leave this place alive… regardless of how fucking reasonable you are.”
Hannah laughed airily at the threat. “And you are aware that my death would rain down fire upon them, all of their loved ones, and wipe your pathetic little faction off the face of the Earth?”
She laughed at his pause, and it sent chills down my spine. “You overestimate your position, Talon. Even threatening me could be a death sentence.”
“Point made,” Talon begrudgingly admitted. “Tell me, proxy: if not to kill me, what exactly brings you here?”
Hannah passed into view as she placed her hands down flat against the desk, leaning over him. It blew me away that she had fooled us all so easily.
“It’s your lucky fucking day, Talon, because I’m here to solve problems for the two of us. A little bird told me you ‘lost’ our container offshore. We know you’re using sonar to try and find it, but that’s like searching for a needle in a goddamn haystack.”
Talon stiffened up. “You can find it?”
“There are contingencies in place. Short range transmitters on board the container, similar to the ones found in an airplane’s black box.”
“And you choose now to come forward with this?” Talon sounded irritated.
“I had to be sure that you weren’t involved in the cargo’s disappearance. You can thank my little brother and that insufferable brat he calls his lover for this visit. She convinced me that you had nothing to do with what happened here… in a way, you and your entire club owe that woman your lives.”
An uncomfortable silence swept through the room, and my head was spinning faster with every new revelation that they spat out at each other.
I convinced her of what?!
When Soroka had texted me just two days before, I’d been clear that I thought Talon was involved. Every single bone in my body was sure of it.
This bitch and her boss threatened my fucking family! I was hiding like a trapped rat in a goddamn locker because I was bound and determined to prove Talon’s involvement, and now she wanted to make fucking nice?
My blood was really boiling now.
“What do you need from me?” Talon finally said, breaking the dark calm between them.
“Those are the words I wanted to hear,” Hannah audibly relaxed. “I need a crane with the strongest magnets on the dock, one of your barges to haul my cargo up, and a capable truck that can handle the package. Get me out on the water where the container was dumped, and I’ll point you right to it. We’ll have the damn thing off your port in the next few hours.”
Talon’s voice revealed that he didn’t consider that within the realms of possibility. “You believe that you can locate it that quickly?”
“Do you suffer from shit memory on top of that ugly fucking face?” Hannah lashed out. “I told you. We have a contingency in place. I can fucking find it.”
Jesus.
Hunter was terrified of this guy, but his older sister was just absolutely wrecking the old fucker to his face… and she apparently had him by the balls.
“And what makes you think whatever’s inside that crate is still going to be in one piece?”
“The container is weatherproof, waterproof, and fucking lead-lined. It’s going to be intact. You’ll want to go slowly when you bring it up though, because the cargo is rigged to explode – violently – if some asshole tries to open it up without the key code.”
Wait… what?
Hannah continued darkly: “Now, are we going to sit here or are you going to get me a fucking boat?”
Before he could answer, she withdrew a screen about the dimensions of a smartphone from her pocket. “I need to be within about a seven miles’ radius of this thing to activate… and well, would you just look at that?”
The screen was active, pinging some sort of quiet alarm. Talon’s visible body posture relaxed.
“That’s the locator balloon. The crate probably released that when it hit the water. We’ll need to get within two miles’ range to get the signal from the container itself.”
“You have my cooperation. Do I have your word that my club can move peacefully past this… unfortunate hiccup?”
“As a proxy of Soroka Sarkonov, I am empowered to make deals on her behalf,” she spoke with surprising authority. “I can give you my absolute word that your cooperation will not go unrewarded.”
“That’s not the same thing and you know it,” he smirked. “I’ve been around the block a few times. I know what kinds of rewards people in your position tend to give out.”
Hannah chuckled. “Help me put this container on a fucking truck and give me the keys, and none of you will be harmed. You’ll never see me again… and you will never be unfortunate enough to meet my superior.”
“Give me a few minutes to call the boys on the dock, and I’ll have them get us a boat ready.”
I was on the verge of a panic attack. Hannah was working for Soroka…
Talon was working with Hannah to recover the crate, but I already knew he was a dead man walking. Once she found the cargo, Soroka wouldn’t need me anymore, and there was no telling what she would do to the rest of the Devil’s Dragons.
Something told me she wouldn’t exactly differentiate between the Los Angeles and El Paso clubs…
But that wasn’t all.
There was something far more dangerous than Soroka rolling around in my mind. With just a few words, Hannah had flipped the switch inside me that still believed the pledge I’d made when I originally joined the police force. Maybe I wasn’t a cop anymore, but that vow was life-long: the pledge to serve and protect.
The missing container is waterproof…
Weatherproof…
Rigged to explode…
That was ominous enough, but then Hannah had dropped the bombshell.
It’s lead-lined.
I only knew one thing Sarkonov could be shipping that would need a lead-lined container, and if she was half as dangerous as the term international arms dealer made her out to be, then it could be well within her power…
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sp; Soroka was shipping a fucking nuclear bomb.
I have to do something.
Thinking fast, I carefully reached for my phone. I had to text Hunter and let him know what was going on… He couldn’t trust his sister. She was the enemy all along… We have to stop this container from getting to its destination!
Nausea chose to hit me right then and there, and hard. Before I knew what was happening, my fingers fumbled with the phone as I tried to steady myself in the locker, keeping from puking my guts up.
CLANG!
My heart stopped in my chest as the locker door swung wide. I realized to my horror that I’d dropped the phone and, in an instinctive attempt to catch it with my foot, I’d accidentally kicked the locker open.
Talon lowered his cell phone from his face as I locked horrified eyes with Hannah Hargreaves. She was staring at me with benign amusement.
“You have got to be shitting me,” she laughed. “Well, this certainly makes things a bit more interesting.” Lifting a pistol, she aimed the tip at my chest. Fully standing in the locker, I had nowhere to move but directly forward, otherwise known as stepping closer to the gun.
“It’s a real shame, Sarah. I didn’t honestly think that you were this stupid. C’mon, out you come!” Hannah ordered me. “Over here, down on your knees, hands above your head. Face the front door.”
I reluctantly followed her orders, held at the mercy of the woman that my man had nearly given up his life to save. She pressed the tip of the gun against the back of my skull, and I hastily made peace with the fact that I was probably about to die.
When that bomb came into Sarkonov’s hands, I probably wasn’t going to be the only one who died…
“If you don’t mind,” she switched gears, talking to the equally surprised Talon, “have your guys bring some rope – and make it the good stuff. It looks like I’m going to have to add kidnapping to today’s list of felonies.”