Christmas Conspiracy (4 page)

When they reached the second to the last landing, a masked figure, pistol in hand, rammed through the door beside them. He aimed directly at Kat.

Logan tackled her and twisted his body to shield her. Both men’s guns went off.

Logan sucked in a sharp breath. “Stay back,” he snapped.

Faster than she could comprehend, he twisted his legs into a scissor lock around the assailant’s knees and ankles and tripped him. The man tumbled down the stairs and slammed into the wall headfirst. Logan raced to follow, then stopped.

“Damn,” he muttered.

The attacker stared sightlessly back, his neck at an unnatural angle.

Logan bent down and removed the balaclava that masked the man’s features, then swore. “This is one of Leopold’s guards. I warned him he’d been infiltrated. If you’d gone with the king…”

“What if he’d gotten near the children?” She couldn’t stop her voice from shaking.

Logan grabbed Kat’s hand and pulled her to him. Kat huddled against Logan’s chest, unable to stop trembling.
Please let this be a nightmare. Please let me wake up. Please let my babies be all right.

Logan looked as if he wanted to say something, but he sighed and tapped his phone.

“Meet me at the back entrance. We’re going to Plan B.” A Russian curse sounded above them. “Sergei.”

They hurried out the stairwell and around the corner.

“I’m late,” Kat said. “I need to call my kids.”

“You mean
our
kids?”

Kat nodded, a feeling of dread spreading inside her. “Yes. Our kids.”

“You have one minute.” He slipped a small metal tool into a locked maintenance closet door, closed them in and handed the phone over. She fumbled so many times he finally took the cell back.

“What’s the number?”

Kat told him, then waited as he held the phone to his ear for a long time.

He hit a button and waited again.

“What’s going on?”

Logan frowned. “It just keeps ringing. Do you have an answering machine?”

Her heart stopped. “Yes, but Paulina should have picked up by now. She’s the babysitter and she wasn’t planning on taking the kids out today.”

“Well, the machine didn’t answer and neither did anyone else.”

* * *

T
HE THRONE ROOM WAS EMPTY
.

It wouldn’t be for long.

The double doors whispered open and cautious footsteps crossed the marble floors toward the spot where the duke stood admiring the way the gold-plated walls glistened.

He ignored the simpering fool behind him and continued his perusal.

After the redecoration in the wake of the recent massacre, this was now a room befitting his future plans for Bellevaux. No longer would it simply be a tourist destination wallowing in a glorious past. Countries would be courting Bellevaux’s resources for the first time in a half century.

Rare earth metals were prized on the black market for weapon development. All he needed to take his place in Bellevaux’s history were the right partners. The man who could parlay the metals into money had landed in his lap. His greater dilemma—a princess with a royal bloodline accepted by the people. Leopold’s daughter was perfect, no matter how common. Once he had an heir off her, the American cowgirl could be disposed of. Everything was falling into place. As long as
he
maintained control.

“We have a problem, Your Grace.”

The Duke of Sarbonne turned. “Did I grant you permission to speak, Niko?”

His advisor swallowed. “I beg your pardon.”

“Very well.” The duke nodded. “I’m beginning to believe our friends in America are not as competent as they claimed. Too many mistakes. Too long to gather information. Perhaps they have no stomach for what is required.”

“There is news,” Niko’s voice rushed out. “The princess has children. One is rumored to be a boy.”

The duke stilled.

“Your Grace?”

“Leave me,” he snapped.

“As you wish.” Niko bowed, his entire body shaking.

The doors whispered shut. The duke placed his hands behind his back and studied the exquisite tapestry from the Middle Ages depicting his ancestor in ruthless battle as that duke defeated his brother and seized the crown of Bellevaux. The sword the man had used hung prominently behind the throne now. Luminal would probably still reveal the ancient blood of those fools who sought to challenge.

Modern-day warfare required a different manner of weapon, but the duke intended the present outcome to be no less lethal. He retrieved his cell phone from his pocket.

“I assume you’ve heard about the…complications?”

“Yes, Your Grace. Or should I say Your
Majesty
.”

“Soon.” He liked the way the title sounded. Before too long, the entire country would embrace him as such. “Eliminate them, but the princess must live.”

“Your Grace—”

“I told you, Victor, I need a princess. Take care of her illegitimate litter and you’ll have all the rare earth metals you can mine.”

“Then it will be done…Your Majesty.”

“Victor, I’m not finished. Any mistakes, and I will be…disappointed.” Sarbonne smiled at the memory of his morning’s activities. “A state which has proved…most unhealthy…for others in the past.”

Chapter Two

Logan pulled Kat around to the service elevator and punched the basement button. He didn’t want to meet anyone else. One bullet wound near his shoulder was enough for now. Good thing it wasn’t bad. He couldn’t deal with first aid until later, so the cloth napkin he’d stolen off a breakfast tray would have to suffice for a bandage.

Logan’s mind spun at the strange new truths shoved at him over the last few minutes. Kat was a princess. He was a father. No one was answering the phone where his children were supposed to be.

He had children.

Twins.

If he’d only known he could have sent a security team for them. He’d spent hours watching Kat sleep while horrible things could have been happening to his kids. The realization made him shake. He’d faced terrorists in Afghanistan and Iran, double agents who wanted him dead, and that didn’t come close to his fear at the responsibility for two innocent lives. Lives he should have been protecting all this time.

The service elevator doors slid open and Logan pressed Kat behind him. He peered into the hallway, looking for Sergei, or rogue gunmen. Maids and kitchen staff bustled toward two large sets of swinging doors.

“This way,” Logan said.

They followed a waiter and wove through the chaotic kitchen, then out through a delivery door.

Stepping into the bright winter sun behind the hotel, Logan’s tension eased a fraction as a familiar black SUV with its window slightly down screeched to a stop in front of them.

Kat pulled back, her glimpse of the driver’s stern visage and eye patch obviously scaring her.

“It’s okay. Rafe’s one of my best men.”

The certainty in his words niggled at Logan’s gut. He’d believed Daniel to be his closest friend and ally. Despite his trust, Logan had to keep his guard up.

He bundled Kat into the backseat and slid in beside her, his Glock on his lap. The darkened windows hid their identity, and he gave their surroundings a quick scan. Nothing tripped his alert wire. “Get us out of here fast, Rafe. Evasive maneuvers and keep your gun ready. I’m running red.”

Logan met Rafe’s intent gaze in the rearview mirror, but his right-hand man didn’t hesitate or question how badly Logan was wounded.

Rafe pulled out, constantly checking the special mirrors set up to accommodate the temporary patch over his left eye. “Where to?”

Kat grabbed the seat in front of her. “We have to go to—”

Logan interrupted her. “Just lose anyone following us for now. We can’t chance a tail.”

At the stricken look in her eyes, his own stress surged. “Soon, Kat. This is a precaution for their safety, too. It’ll just add a few minutes.” His heart pounded at the thought of what could happen in a few minutes. Then again, if he led the killers to Kat’s house, they’d all end up dead.

Logan’s cell phone rang. He checked the number, not surprised to see the king’s identification. Logan touched his earpiece. “I’m not bringing her to your hotel. I’ll get back to you when I’m sure she’s safe. By the way, if you’re missing a bodyguard, he broke his neck in the hotel stairwell.”

Logan ignored the tirade directed at him. “Yeah, well, your ‘faithful servant’ tried to kill Kat as we left. The background checks of your royal guards suck, Your Majesty. Think about that.”

Logan ended the call and tapped another line.

“Hunter here.”

Thank God. Logan couldn’t have asked for a better operative to shadow the king. Hunter was on leave from an organization that was so far out of reach even the CIA couldn’t pin them down. But his friend was based in Europe. He knew Bellevaux—and its politics.

“Keep the royal entourage in your sights. I need to know who’s communicating with whom. Someone leaked our location. Twice.”

His children’s existence could have already made its way to the wrong people. Just the thought and Logan’s stomach churned. If they’d been willing to burn Kat alive… He couldn’t let himself think of worse possibilities.

“You want to bring the rest of your team in?” Hunter asked.

“No,” Logan said. “Don’t call anyone until I know where the mole is. For now, it’s just you and Rafe.”

“Got it. Hunter out.”

Logan pocketed the cell, fighting the urge to call Kat’s house again. He could see her trembling beside him, her eyes wide and fearful, her knuckles whitened. Did she realize—as the SUV twisted and turned through downtown Houston getting lost among the traffic until they reached the third ward—that Rafe was bringing them nearer to her house all the time?

Logan had found her address while she’d been sedated. Would it scare her that he knew where she lived? If he found it, surely those searching for her had, too.

Unable to resist, he tugged her hand from her lap. “We’ll get there.” He stroked her soft skin. She heaved a shuddering breath and nodded, her fingers relaxing slightly under his caress.

Rafe took another turn aiming toward the 601 loop. “No one is following us. Where to?” he asked, giving Kat a curious glance.

“Can I tell him?” she asked.

“Yeah, I trust him.”

“But you don’t trust all your men.” She said it more as a statement of fact than as a question. “You just said as much to the man on the phone.”

Logan hesitated, hoping she didn’t hear about Daniel anytime soon. No need to worry her more than she already was. “I do trust them, and I don’t think the leak is from my camp, but I’m not willing to take chances with our children’s lives.”

Logan met Rafe’s shocked gaze in the rearview mirror for a half second, but that’s all it took for the man to understand how much the stakes had changed.

Imperceptibly, the SUV sped up and headed in the right direction.

“The address?” Rafe asked again.

“Pasadena,” Kat said quietly. She gave the location in a Houston suburb. They crossed south through some tough neighborhoods. Logan looked around, feeling his tension rise as he took in the sights. His kids were living in this area? Maybe in houses like these? Neighborhoods like these?

Places where walking to the grocery store could become a lesson in danger.

While he had a sprawling ranch, with dogs and horses and acres of land, and he lived the loneliest life a man ever had. All because Kat never told him he was a father.

Never gave him the chance to offer his kids something different.

Never gave
him
a chance to
be
something different…

Kat kept looking at him, waiting for him to speak and suddenly Logan didn’t trust himself to say a word. If he opened his mouth he’d tear into her for the grief and betrayal she’d bubbled to the surface.

Women left men. They even left kids. He knew that.

Hell, it seemed to be a Carmichael family tradition to be walked out on.

He turned away from Kat, and a sharp pain sliced through his right shoulder. He hissed in a breath as the cloth rubbed across the bullet wound. Logan could feel it starting to bleed again. At least the dark leather would hide most of the blood.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m great.” Logan rubbed the back of his neck and shifted again so Kat wouldn’t see the bullet tear just above his shoulder blade. The wound wasn’t bad, and he welcomed the pain. Better the one in his body than the one ripping through his heart.

“Logan—” she began.

“Don’t, Kat. Not yet.” He didn’t know what to feel except that he had two kids out there who could be in danger and their mother had lied to him for three years. It’s not like he’d kept his identity a secret. He’d told her about his ranch. She could have found him any time she wanted. Lived like the princess she apparently was in real life.

Kat straightened up when Rafe turned the car into an older neighborhood. The homes were well kept, though outdated, but his babies deserved better than this.

Logan’s temper flared as he readied his Glock. Stupid blood loss was making him crazy, that was the problem. It was time to shape up and concentrate on the situation at hand. Volatile emotions weren’t helping now. He had to remain cool, calm and rational.

The SUV pulled up to a small, wood-sided house.

Kat clutched at the door handle but Logan gripped the latch to keep her from opening it. “I’ll go in first and make sure it’s clear.” He turned to Rafe. “Go around back and check things out.”

“Got it.” Rafe hopped from the vehicle.

Kat glared at Logan. “I’m going in. They’re
my
kids.”

“Get this straight, princess.” He bit the words, holding a tight rein on his temper. “Those are my kids, too, and we’re going to have one helluva talk about
that
once everyone’s out and safe.”

Kat’s face paled, but Logan ignored it. Okay, so he’d blown cool and calm. Maybe he still stood a chance with rational.

He slipped out of the vehicle and took another deep breath. He had to maintain control, but dread churned in his gut. The house was dark and ominously still, with no sign that two active toddlers lived there. He didn’t want to look at Kat right now. How could he forgive himself—or her—if something had happened to the twins?