Hidden Agendas (28 page)

"Not in this lifetime," her father answered. "And our plans aren't changing."

"Yes. They are," she informed him sharply. "I'm not hiding. I'm not running from this "

"Miss Stanton—" Reno began to argue.

"She'll go or I'll carry her," Kell interceded then, causing her to swing toward him, betrayal filling her.

"Why?" she questioned him angrily. "You know yourself this is what they want. Fuentes sent in a knife.

He has to face us with a knife. If we run, he'll send guns, and you know it."

"He has to get a bead on you first," Kell said grimly. "And I promise you, he won't."

Emily licked her lips nervously. He was different this morning, quieter, more brooding. Grim, just as his voice was now. She had felt it in him as she lay in his arms the night before, and now she could see it.

The rules had changed for him when he spilled his release into her unprotected body. The gloves were coming off, and now she was glimpsing the incredible force he kept so closely hidden.

"I'm not going. And if you weren't letting other things cloud your judgment, you would admit I'm right,"

she snapped. "Don't start babying me now, Kell. I won't stand for it."

She met his gaze, refusing to back down, refusing to allow him to see her fears. When staring into cold green ice, a woman had to do more than quell her fears of other forces. She had to quell the instinct to instantly submit.

She had been submitting for too many years. She wasn't going to return to that. Not with Kell.

"Emily, stop this stubbornness," her father snarled. "This is your life we're talking about."

"Kell." She whispered his name, not beseechingly, but as a plea for him to understand. "Don't take me out of the game like this. You had a plan, remember? They want to kidnap me, not kill me. If you hide me, they'll go for the jugular."

"What do you think a knife does, Emily?" he asked with chilling politeness.

"A knife gives you a chance to fight," she whispered back. "But even if it were bullets, we wouldn't have any other choice."

"Emily, you’re not just risking your own life here." Her father's voice was calm, indulgent. As it had been when she was a child and she tried to have her own adventures, without him. "You're risking Kell's life.

Are you comfortable doing that?"

Emily flinched.

Her gaze went to the men around her. They were watching her, not with condemnation, but thoughtfully, as though curious as to how she would handle this new argument.

"You trained me to be careful when I was a teenager," she said then. "You taught me how to fight. How to make rational decisions, then overnight you decided to take all that away from me."

"This isn't the time for that argument," he snapped.

She continued to stare at Kell. "I'm right, and you know I am."

"You're asking a man to die for you, Emily," Her father's voice filled with anger now. "A damned good man."

"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "I'm asking him to live with me. I can't live in a bubble anymore. I won't hide like this. We have three nights until the next party. A party where Fuentes's spy and his kidnapper are supposed to be in place. Why would he bring in an assassin at this date? Fuentes wants me as insurance. He doesn't want me dead."

"But that spy does, Emily." Her father's voice rose. "You're acting like a child now. Don't you see what's going on here? You're being caught between Fuentes and that son of a bitch he works with. There's no winning here. You don't have a choice."

She didn't take her eyes off Kell.

"Can you protect me outside the safe house?" she asked then. "Without getting yourself killed."

His gaze flicked to Reno.

"She's an adult," Reno answered neutrally. "I can't force her into the safe house."

"With help." He nodded, glancing at Ian.

"We'll have to pull in the senator's agent in Atlanta," Ian answered. "But we can do it. It’s just three days."

"And give Fuentes a chance to kill her?" her father yelled. "I forbid it. I won't allow it."

"You don't have a choice, Daddy." She didn't feel triumph, because Kell's expression hadn't changed. If anything, it had grown colder, more distant.

"Kell—" he began.

"She's right." His fists were curled at his sides. "If she hides now, the game is over before we find the spy.

The only way to finish this is to play it out. We'll play it out. But you'll play by my rules," he informed her.

Without expression. Without emotion. "Or I'll tie you up, gag you, and stuff you in the nearest safe house.

Are we clear?"

She nodded sharply. "We're clear."

"What do you need, Kell?" Reno asked then.

"He needs a fucking brain," her father snapped. "Because he's lost his goddamned mind with her just like every other man does."

Emily felt her face flame in embarrassment. Her father was enraged, and if the flicker of response in Kell's gaze was anything to go by, then the cold inner fury he was keeping banked would more than meet it.

"Senator, this isn't your operation," Reno reminded him. "You're the target, not the commander."

"I outrank you."

"Not in this instance." Reno never raised his voice, but it firmed, grew harder. "Stand down, sir."

"Emily, this is foolish." He buried his hands in his hair and grimaced tightly. "Just go to the damned safe house."

"If I go to that safe house then I may as well resign myself to living in it for the rest of my life," she told him wearily. "Because whether you catch Fuentes or not won't matter. None of us will ever know if I have the ability to face life myself. And that matters to me, Dad. It matters more to me than you know."

"You're not trained," he snapped back.

"Because I loved you too much to sign up for the training I wanted. And through the years, I've loved you too much to fight the hurtful words you throw at me when I've tried to stand against you. I'm doing more than standing against you now, Dad. I'm taking what's mine. And my freedom means more to me than you will ever know. More than either of you will ever know." She shot Kell a look as icy as the one he was giving her. "It's easy to mouth platitudes when it suits you," she told him. "Now, let's see if you can put your money where your mouth is."

His eyes flicked over her before pausing at her stomach then rose to meet hers once again. "I've already done that, Emily. Now let's see if you can learn how to follow orders."

She almost snorted at that. "Follow orders? Kell, I've done nothing else for nearly twenty-five years.

Following them has never bothered me. Being restrained by them is another thing."

And she was talking about much more than this mission and he knew it.

Start as you mean to go on, she told herself. Never let them see you sweat, and never back down when you're right. She was right. She couldn't risk having Kell see her as anything less than a woman who could aid in her own protection and that of her child, if there was a child.

And that, she guessed, was the whole reason for his distance now. There was the risk now, that she was carrying his baby. That she was walking into danger, refusing protection, and risking not just herself but his child.

Another child after he had already lost the first.

"Let's get Macey's intel and discuss how to proceed," Reno suggested then. "And I would suggest that we do it in more comfortable settings than this foyer."

"I'm going to need a drink," her father growled, glowering at her as they turned and headed for the senator's office.

"It's too early in the morning for a drink, Dad."

His brows lifted almost to his hairline. "Little girl, you're not big enough to tell me when I can drink."

"No, but I am big enough to tell you to remember your ulcer and your blood pressure. It's going to take enough of a beating in the next few years, so you might want to baby it a bit right now."

"And why is that?" he snapped.

Emily paused. "Because I'm not a little girl anymore. And I'm not going to pretend I am, for you or anyone else. I have a feeling that's not something you're going to deal with very well."

She ignored Macey's mocking, "He's not the only one." They stepped into the office and seated themselves.

Emily took a chair, directly across from her father. Kell flashed her a disgruntled expression before sitting on the side of the couch nearest her, with Ian taking the other side. Across from them, Reno and Macey took the other two chairs, with Clint pulling an extra chair in slightly behind her father.

"We can do this civilly?" Reno asked them all.

Her father glowered. Kell stared back with what Emily was beginning to suspect was icy fury.

A smile tugged at Reno's lips. "Good then. I'm glad we all agree. Now, let's see what we can do to throw a monkey wrench in Fuentes's and his spy's little game. It's time to bring them down."

Elation surged through Diego. it was more exhilarating than any drug, pumping hard and fast through his bloodstream and nearly leaving him weak as he stared at the message on his PDA.

I agree.

Two little words. Such a simple phrase and yet it brought tears to his eyes, causing him to blink furiously to hold back his emotions.

He had given his son only the barest help in the past weeks, only enough to keep the girl alive but never enough to lead him to the bastard currently pinching at Diego's nerves.

It was the perfect plan. The perfect weapon to eliminate the man who would see everything Diego had worked for destroyed.

He wasn't a terrorist. He ran drugs and weapons, prostitutes and black market items. Terrorism wasn't good for such commerce. It broke the financial backs of the very people he depended upon for his livelihood. His spy, and the terrorist Sorrell, would use generations of groundwork to destroy not just the Fuentes cartel, but the freedom the Americans enjoyed to buy his drugs, his weapons, and his women.

I agree.

Diego stared at the message for long moments before sending his own. He had to play this carefully. He couldn't seem too eager, too excited. That would be a sign of weakness.

Your brother in arms secure. Proceed to Andover party. Delgado to be advised.

Diego had placed Delgado, his most trusted man, in D.C. to watch his son's back. It would all come together soon. Sorrell had demanded the death of not just the senator, but this SEAL team as well. This team that included Diego's only surviving son. The bastard's demands were insolent, arrogant.

He had demanded it as though Diego were one of his underlings. As though he had the right to demand such things from him.

Snarling in silent fury, Diego turned to the monitor set up in the office he used. There, in the hidden cell, lay the friend his son was willing to sell his soul for.

What would it be like, he wondered then, to command such loyalty? To have such a friend that he would turn his back even on his beliefs to save him?

Diego had never known such loyalty. But that man in the cell, naked, shuddering in the throes of Diego's latest attempt to break him with the last remaining doses of the date rape drug, that man knew a loyalty of which Diego only dreamed.

"You will dress our friend." He nodded to the monitor as he spoke to Saul. "Feed him. Strengthen him enough to aid the boy if it is needed when they come for him. Delgado will kidnap the girl and bring her here. We will have Sorrell and our Mr. White in one place for our SEALs to collect."

"Will you tell him that the girl will be kidnapped?" Saul asked. "Without his cooperation, it may not be possible to take her."

Diego shook his head slowly. "This part I do not control. And there will be no way he and his friends can stop it. This man, our spy, the girl trusts too well. Our friend Mr. White, will bring her here unharmed, as he has been ordered, for this Sorrell to collect. When they arrive, our captive will not be drugged, and he will remember the torture Mr. White has inflicted upon him. There will be no escape for White once he has been rescued. Be sure to place the girl in his cell when she arrives. She may need the additional protection." Diego ran his finger thoughtfully over his lips. "The moment the girl is taken, you will send the coordinates of this place to my son. He will then take care of the rest."

"Can you trust him, Diego?" Saul's voice whispered what was his innermost fear.

Diego stared back at his friend and most trusted advisor.

"I can do nothing but take the chance," he said with a heavy sigh. "It is too late to start over, to train another son, to worry for his safety and give him the freedom he will need to grow confident. We shall see, Saul. But we shall also protect our own backs. My son tries to make it appear as though he has no weakness, but all men know weakness, I have only to find his."

"Should I contact Delgado?" Saul asked then.

Diego shook his head slowly. "I will contact him. He will know his orders have come directly from me and that he is to follow them implicitly. From here on out, Saul, this game is in earnest. There is no room for error, and there are no second chances. We can allow no mistakes from this point forward."

Saul nodded in agreement, but his gaze was worried. Just as Diego was worried, despite the facade he presented. Worried that others could have learned about his son; perhaps this was even why Sorrell was targeting this team. To flush out Diego's weakness. To have something to hold against him in the negotiations he was attempting to undertake for control of the cartel's networks. A control Diego must not allow.

A control his son would not allow.

Emily was certain she shouldn't have been surprised to find Kira waiting for them, in Emily's apartment no less.

She was sprawled on the couch, a bag of Emily's favorite cookies in her lap and the television turned to one of the foreign-language channels she loved so much.

Her long black hair was pulled high into a ponytail that allowed heavy curls to tumble well past her shoulders. Her face was makeup free and she still looked like a million bucks. She wore faded, ripped jeans and a wrinkled camisole top and still managed to appear fashionable. But the gun at her side ruined the image of the lazy, discontented socialite.