Alex

Some people would probably flip their shit if they found out their spouse was a covert spy, and in particular, an assassin. It was clear Evie wasn’t sure what to make of my reaction.

It wasn’t like my hands weren’t covered in red, though my job didn’t often lead to death, unless they got the chair, of course. I was no innocent, I had a body count and it wasn’t exactly small. In some ways, what I did could be considered even worse than Evie’s job. I used manipulation, yes, but I also used pain and intimidation to get what was needed, and I was damn good at it. The justification was simple; what we did, we did in defense of our country. Bad deeds for a noble purpose.

As a spy, we spend so much time in the darkness, sometimes the reasons don’t make the pill any easier to swallow, and we could lose sight of why we’re doing those things. Then the darkness is all that’s left. There were moments in my life when I wondered if I’d traded my soul for the safety of others. Then, I met Evie. She was the light of my life, and the love I felt for her was like a balm to my wounded soul. I felt some redemption in knowing my actions protected her.

Finding out she was doing the same, how could I judge her for having the same sense of duty and patriotism? No, her kills weren’t what bothered me. In fact, knowing my wife was such a badass was a pretty big fucking turn on. What got to me, was seeing her in danger, worrying about her. I knew she would want to kick my ass for it because she was the best at what she did, but it didn’t stop the torturous emotions.

I wanted her out of this life, to stop putting herself at risk, because what she was asking of me, it was killing me. And when this mission was over, we’d be having a very frank conversation. I was going to make sure she kept her sexy ass at home if it was the last thing I did. Knowing my Evie … it very well could be.

She walked out of the hotel lobby after checking us out, came over to where I was idling on the curb, and got into the car. We were trying to avoid being seen too much together in public, putting off the assumption we were a couple. Little things, like being at the front desk of a hotel, could make all the difference.

She buckled in and I drove out onto the road, ready to make the hour drive to Civitavecchia Port. We were going to spend the night at a local safe house while Martin tried to pinpoint Heron’s location, or at least get us a lot closer so we weren’t stumbling around in the dark. I was only giving him a day, then we would catch the ferry to Barcelona at five o’clock pm. On our way to the house, my phone pinged with a text and I asked Evie to check it.

“It’s from… Archmage?” she ended the statement with a question mark.

I laughed, explaining, “It’s Martin, my tech guy. He was pissed because they wouldn’t give him a code name. So, he hacked his record and gave himself one. Then he locked the file so no one but him could edit it.”

Evie was silent for a moment, then asked, “This is Martin Banks?”

“One and the same,” I replied. “You know him?” It wouldn’t have surprised me.

“More like, know of him. My boss has been trying to recruit him to black ops for years. Damn, I’m a little envious.”

I stole a glance at her and winked before looking back at the road.

“He sent an address.”

“Must be the safe house,” I mused. She punched the address into the GPS and we followed it to an old farmhouse about ten minutes away from the port.

It sat a ways back from the road, and from the rest of Martin’s message, it appeared to be empty at the moment. Turning onto the gravel drive, I glanced out Evie’s window and saw an older woman sitting in a rocker knitting, by all accounts not paying the rest of the world any attention. It was very quaint, like a picture on a postcard.

I pulled the car around back and parked a good distance from the house, by an old shed and out of sight of the road. Our go bags only had one extra set of clothes, so this stop would give us somewhere to lay low until we needed to be at the port and the chance to change and re-stock our bags.

Evie stepped out of the car and looked up at the house, raising her brows. “Damn. Your safe houses are a lot bigger than ours. At least, the ones I’ve been to.”

“You don’t drag your targets back with you,” I reminded her. “Live people can make a lot of noise.” My tone was matter-of-fact.

She stared at me for a moment, and I wondered if my candidness had given her a glimpse of a side of me she didn’t think existed. Seeing the ruthless spy in action is a lot different than hearing about the things I’d done.

I grabbed our bags and headed up the porch, set them down, and dug around for my key impression kit. When I found it, I picked up my phone, scrolling through until I found the file sent from Martin a few minutes before. I attached my phone to the kit and hit the transfer button. After a moment, I opened it and saw the new key impression and poured the mixture from the bottle inside into the mold. Shutting the case once more, I pressed the start button and waited for it to beep thirty seconds later. After extracting the key from the mold, I stood and inserted it into the deadbolt on the door.

The lock clicked and the door swung open. I held it so Evie could pass by me, then retrieved our bags from the porch and followed her. I put everything down on a scarred, wooden table in the large, old fashioned kitchen. Evie started rummaging through our things, figuring out what we needed. I meandered over to the refrigerator to see how long it had been since someone stocked the house. Not surprisingly, it was pretty bare, but the pantry was bursting. I sighed, well aware this was par for the course on a mission when you’re forced to stay out of sight, a lot of dried or canned food.

Evie laughed, and I turned to see her staring at me. “You’re adorable when you pout.” I glared at her and she only laughed harder. “Go find us clothes and ammunition, stud. I’ll make you something to eat. I promise, it won’t taste like MREs.”

I grinned and walked swiftly over to her, pulling her into my arms and giving her a hard kiss. “Thanks, baby.” Then, I did as I was told and left the room in search of supplies. Turned out, the house had a washer and drier, so rather than make do with whatever we could find to wear, and since we would be there overnight, we decided to wash our clothes. I brought us each a set of unisex sweats usually found in these places. We changed and Evie worked her magic (damn my wife was amazing) and fed me a lunch I could’ve sworn I’d ordered from a restaurant.

We took advantage of the time in seclusion and spent most of it in the bedroom. I felt a quiet desperation inside me, a mixture of fear and need. It poured out of me as I made love to Evie, and when the panic reached the surface, I fucked her hard. I wanted to leave no doubt as to who she belonged to and to leave my mark on her soul.

The next day, a couple of hours before our scheduled departure on the ferry, we were all packed up and ready to go. Evie was finishing up a call with a contact while I ran our things out to the car. As I jogged back to the house, my phone beeped. Digging it out of my pocket, I froze as I read the message. Forecast: rain. Wind: four mph. Time: twenty minutes. Roads blocked east to west.

Fuck! “Evie!” I yelled as I sprinted back toward the house. She appeared in the door as I was about to throw it open and I almost bowled her over.

“What?”

I tossed my phone to her and ran into the kitchen. I stood for half a second, thinking, then moved to the kitchen sink and dropped to my knees. Opening the cupboard under the sink, I located what I was looking for and put it on the sink.

“Alex, we don’t use the same terms, I don’t—“

“Wet work team,” I interrupted her, “Four on the team, coming from both directions on the road, twenty minutes out.”

“Shit!”

“Pretty much.” I was in the pantry looking for an empty jar. “Scarlett, run to the shed out back and see if you can find me some paint thinner, or rust remover.” I didn’t wait to see if she would follow my direction, I knew when I referred to her by her code name it would kick in her training.

I finally found a glass mason jar and set it on the table before sprinting to the bathroom and locating hydrogen peroxide. When I returned, I opened the two containers and put the right amounts into the jar. As I worked, Evie came back and handed me a tin of paint thinner. She was holding a length of pipe and I threw her a curious look, but she shook her head. It wasn’t the time for questions.

Carefully adding the third component, I mixed it until the liquids became a crystalized form of acetone peroxide. I placed the lid back on the jar and screwed it on tight. For good measure, I poked holes in the top. Jerking my head, toward the door, I indicated for her to lead the way out. Once we stepped outside, I left the door wide open and set the concoction down to the side of it, directly in the path of the hot, afternoon sun.

Evie grabbed my hand, tugging me after her and we ran to the back shed, taking cover inside on either side of the doorframe. Then, we waited. Eventually, the sun should heat the jar enough for the mixture to explode.

Whenever I’d jerry-rigged something at home, Evie used to ask me if all I watched growing up was MacGyver. I laughed it off at the time, but the truth was, in order to improvise something, you just had to understand the basic principle behind whatever it was you’re making. The same thing applied to weapons and explosives. And…maybe an episode or two of MacGyver.

I was fervently hoping the makeshift bomb would go off when the kill squad was in the house searching. If it took too long, they’d be headed for our little hideout. Our weapons were already packed up in the car, since we knew we’d have to have them carefully concealed to get them on the ferry. I felt fucking naked without my Sig.

We heard the cars screech to a halt before we saw them. The loud crash of the front door was followed by a swarm of movement we could barely make out through the windows and open back door. I stared hard at the jar, willing it to ignite. A bullet whizzed by my head and I jerked back. “Fuck! If the acetone doesn’t ignite in a minute, they’ll be on the shed in seconds.”

“What if Heron is in there with them?” Evie asked, her face thoughtful.

I narrowed my eyes at her, wary of the calculating look in her eyes. “It’s a definite possibility,” I reluctantly agreed. Another hail of bullets sprayed above our heads where we were crouched.

“Friction or shock will set it off too, right?” she whispered furiously.

“Yes, but—” Before I could finish speaking or had any kind of clue as to what was on her mind, Evie shot to her feet and positioned the pipe, her stance meant to absorb kick-back. I realized she’d concocted a fucking zip gun from pipe, a bottle cap, and a nail or screw of some sort. If I wasn’t so fucking terrified, I might have teased her about her own MacGyver skills. However, at that moment, Scarlett stepped into the doorway and I felt my world stop. When it started moving again, it was in slow motion. I watched in horror as it played out in front of me, and I could only move as fast as the world around me. Which meant there was nothing I could do to prevent what was happening.

Scarlett took aim, and in a surprisingly accurate shot for such an unstable weapon, the single bullet went flying. As bullets began to fly, so did I. Barreling into Evie, I knocked her to the ground, barely aware of the stinging pain on my arm or sound of the blast as it blew the house and engulfed any remaining pieces in flames. Including its occupants.

The stark terror inside me suddenly morphed into blinding rage like I’d never felt before. I lifted myself up and shifted to look out the door. I spied two unmoving bodies a few feet from the burning structure. There was no way anything inside had survived, so I stood, pulling Evie up with me and throwing her over my shoulder, ignoring her protests and hauled ass to the car.

I threw open the car door and set Evie inside, then sprinted around to get into the driver’s side. I started the ignition and screeched to the far side of the property to get to the road, avoiding the flames.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Evie?” I thundered.

“I was thinking about accomplishing my mission and saving our asses. If Heron was in there, it solved both our problems!” she snapped.

I should have cared that she’d chosen to use our situation to complete her mission without any protest from me, but I was too focused on what could have happened.

She said something, but I didn’t know what. I couldn’t hear over the roaring in my ears, fury and fear as explosive a mixture inside me as the acetone peroxide when it met her bullet. I glanced at her and her eyes became as wide as saucers as she took in my expression. She abruptly twisted in her seat and faced forward, remaining silent.

It was clear the storm inside me was showing on my face, but I didn’t give a fuck. Let her see it. Maybe it would scare some fucking sense into her. She could have been killed, I could have lost her. It took everything in me not to lose control at those thoughts. I held the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip.

A gasp from Evie brought me out of the red haze long enough to see her staring at my arm. I took my eyes off the road long enough to look down and see what she was looking at.

The long sleeve of my black Henley looked wet and there was a small tear in the fabric.

“Alex! What the fuck?” she shrilled. “You were shot?”

Of course, after she pointed it out, the wound started to sting like a bitch. However, another quick inspection of it showed the blood was already clotting and the fabric was only torn the tiniest bit.

“I’m fine, Evie. Calm down and look at it again. I was only grazed.” My expression turned thunderous once again and my voice was dangerously low as I continued. “Which is a fuck of a lot better than what you’d be suffering from if I hadn’t gotten to you in time!” By the time I was finished, I was shouting. But, our conversation came to a halt as I pulled into the Park and Wait. I searched for my phone but couldn’t find it, then remembered I’d given it to Evie. She must have sensed what I needed because she handed me the small, black burner.

I punched in a number and it was picked up before it even had a chance to ring. “What the fuck, Colin?” I bellowed. “How the fuck did they know where I was?”

“Justice! Dude, it’s Martin. Calm the fuck down!”

“You get that motherfucker on the phone, right now!” I was going to kill him. Slowly. With as much pain as humanly possible.

“He’s in a meeting with Donovan and the other suits trying to figure out what happened,” Martin grunted in frustration. “Colin and I were tracing a lead when it led us to an encrypted com. I broke it and we realized Heron had hired a mercenary team. Colin flipped his shit, certain they were heading for you, then he and Donovan tried to head it off. But they weren’t able to catch the wire transfer before the group was paid. Don’t know how they found out about the house, but we think they were tipped off by someone who let them know when you’d arrived.”

“How, Martin? How did they find the damn house?!” A thought hit me. “Check into the people who lived across the street.”

“Will do, man.” Martin got quiet, then asked in a low voice, “Justice, are you stepping out on your wife?”

Now was not the time to resurrect that line of thinking, it only added fuel to my fire.

“WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. MARTIN?” I was as close to screaming as I could be without drawing the attention of the people standing across the parking lot.

“Justice!” Evie hissed. “I don’t think the people in Spain heard you.”

“Chill, man,” Martin said tiredly. “I read something else in the cable. But, you owe me, Justice, because I kept it out of Colin and Donovan’s eyes.”

I took a deep breath, shut my eyes, and pinched the bridge of my nose. “What?”

“Someone must have spotted you because the team was warned to be prepared for a man and a woman.”

I sat in silence, having no ability to respond. My life had been officially turned into a shit show.

“Um, Justice?” Martin’s voice was very hesitant. “Are you with your Scarlett?”

My spine shot ram-rod straight and my eye lids tore up as I registered his question. “What do you know about Scarlett?”

At my inquiry, Evie sat up straight too, her eyes narrowed on my phone in suspicion.

“Just that she was on the contract too. I thought maybe you were working together because I couldn’t see you running around with a civilian while on a mission. Especially a female.”

“Their information was faulty,” I told him.

Something was wrong. It was all wrong. But, I needed focus, so I steered back to Heron. “Was he with them or was he only the financier?”

“We weren’t sure, but one of his aliases pinged five minutes ago at a bar in Barcelona. We sent an agent, but he’d cleared out by then. Looks like Colin’s ass-et was right though,” he snickered at his joke, and I rolled my eyes. The asshole must have been bragging to Martin. So professional.

“I’ve got a five o’clock ticket for the ferry,” I informed him. “I’ll be in Spain tomorrow, around one in the afternoon.”

Martin didn’t respond right away, and I knew he was trying to decide whether or not to let me change the subject. But, he must have known me well enough to figure out he wasn’t going to get anywhere by keeping at it.

“I’ll let you know if he pops back up on the radar.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” I snapped. “You’ll hear from me later. I’m ditching the phone.” I hung up.

I drove up to the ramp of the ferry. We were early so there was no line. They checked our tickets and waved us on.

Evie reached into the back and grabbed one of the jackets we’d tossed back there earlier. “Here,” she said, handing it to me. “Cover it up and we’ll take care of it in our room.” I nodded, still too livid to speak without shouting.

After donning the jacket, I picked up my briefcase and Evie slung her backpack over her shoulder, then we set off to find our private room. The trip would take about twenty hours, and while I wouldn’t normally have booked a private space, I didn’t want to spend the trip separated from Evie, out in the open. As we entered the room, I was immensely grateful for my choice.

We set our things down, and Evie went into the miniscule bathroom to get the first aid kit. I took off my shirt and tossed it into the corner where I’d set our bags. The room was tiny and I was a big guy, so maneuvering in it was a bit of a challenge. I kicked off my shoes and went ahead and ditched the pants too, then sat on the side of the bed and inspected my arm. It was little more than road rash, the broken skin wouldn’t need stitches.

Evie came back into the room with a wet cloth and the white kit, pausing when she looked at me. I took the opportunity to run my eyes over her as well. I’d had a knot in my stomach since we’d learned about the wet work team. It was becoming a slow burn, growing hotter as my eyes landed on her full tits and slim waist, the flair of her hips and the juncture between her thighs.

She visibly swallowed and moved toward me again. I was sitting with my legs off the side of the bed, knees open, and feet flat on the floor. She stepped into the V, putting her chest at my eye level, and I licked my lips involuntarily. When I felt the sting of the antiseptic, I hissed and put my head down, resting it on her stomach.

Her flat stomach. Which, hopefully, it wouldn’t be for long. It hit me, like a ton of fucking bricks, crushing everything except the one thought filling my head.

“You could be pregnant.” The words fell from my mouth without my permission, gritted out through clenched teeth.

“What?” She stopped her ministrations, but I didn’t look up, completely absorbed in staring at the place where my baby could be.

“I could have lost you both, Evie.” I finally lifted my gaze to hers, letting her see the growing fire inside me. “You stepped into the fucking line of fire, and I could have lost you both.”

She started shaking her head. “Alex, I told you. The doctor said it would be a few months.”

“No,” I stood as I spoke. “The doctor said it could be a few months.”

Her head was still moving back and forth, her face clearly showing her state of denial. I gripped her arms and hauled her up against me. “I won’t do it, Evie. I couldn’t live without you. I won’t let you go.” I slammed my mouth down over hers, holding her as tightly to me as I could without hurting her. I wanted to fuse our bodies together so we would never be apart, so she couldn’t ever put herself in danger again.

I practically ripped the clothes off of her body as I backed her up against the wall. “You’re mine, Evie,” I growled. “You need to remember”—I ran my hands over her tits, before one traveled up to grip her pony tail and the other sliding down to cup her naked pussy—“this belongs to me. And I’m not going to let it go.” Dipping one long finger inside her heat, feeling how soaked she was, I couldn’t wait any longer to be inside her.

I took her mouth in another rough kiss, pulling her hair from the band and spearing my fingers through the silky strands. I pulled my hard, aching cock out of my boxer briefs and grabbing her ass, I raised her up enough to bring our sexes flush with each other. “Legs around my hips, baby,” I commanded, once I’d torn my lips from hers.

As she encircled my waist, I lined up my cock with her pussy and thrust inside. She instinctively clenched her legs and in turn, the walls of her pussy clamped down on my cock. “I didn’t think I could get any harder,” I said raggedly. “But fuck, Evie, your pussy is so damn tight.”

I took a minute, hoping to calm myself, but it was useless. Gripping her wrists, I shoved her hands up against the wall above her head, holding them there as I began to fuck her so hard she was sliding up the wall with each thrust. Somewhere in my haze, I worried about her delicate skin being marred by the wall paper, so I brought her hands down behind her back and held them there. “Hold on, baby,” I warned her before backing away from the wall.

The position thrust her tits up into my face, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to suck one rosy nipple into my mouth. She moaned and pushed her chest out even more. I was still a mess of missed emotions—fear, anger, love, they were all there. The fear had me pulling her as close as I could. The anger had me lowering her to the ground and spinning her around to face the wall. Returning her hands to the place above her head, covered by my own and fucking her as hard and rough as I could. The love kept me from taking it too far and poured into her through my kisses.

We were both reaching the peak and I wasn’t ready, so I abruptly stopped and she cried out in protest. I gave her a swat on the ass. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to have you coming so hard you’ll see stars. But not until I feel like you understand who you belong to. This body, this heart”—I brought one hand down to caress her stomach—“my baby in your belly. I love you so fucking much. No one is ever going to take you away from me. Including you. So I’m going to fuck you until you agree to quit this life, Evie.”

I pulled out and thrust back in, burying myself so deep in her pussy, I felt as though we were one. “I want you to choose me, our baby. Us. Until death do we part. And, forever after.”

I dropped my face into her hair and felt the strands turn damp as a few tears slipped down my cheeks. My hips started up again and I pumped into her, listening to her cries of pleasure. I couldn’t get close enough, deep enough. I was lost in desperation, terrified to let go and realize it was a dream and I’d really lost her in that shed.

But, I couldn’t hold us off forever. I glided the hand I’d kept on her belly down to her pussy. She was so wet, my fingers slipped through her lips. Finding her sensitive little nub, I pressed hard as I thrust in one last time and whispered, “I love you, my Evie.”