On Her Master's Secret Service (Masters and Mercenaries #4)(111)

They were all with her, a great sisterhood of strength.

“I guess it’s just you and me again, Eve. I’ll be the right Master for you.” Evans stood over her.

Her Master needed her. The SIG had slid beside her. She finally knew the truth. She’d almost seen her own death, but the truth had evaded her. Now it was clear. Justice didn’t really matter in that moment. Righteousness slipped away.

At the end of everything—there was only love. And it was worth fighting for.

Eve picked up the gun and fired without hesitation. No warning. No forethought. He was evil. He threatened someone good. And she was suddenly a warrior for good.

Michael Evans, terrorist, rapist, tormentor of women, stared down at the hole in his chest.

Eve fired again.

Evans fell to his knees, raising his gun.

Again, the kickback made her shudder, but she clicked again and again because justice didn’t matter. Revenge didn’t matter. Only her man mattered. He needed her.

“Sweetie, I’m pretty sure he’s dead. Please stop shooting so I can get Alex out of here.” Sean’s voice penetrated her primal brain.

She dropped the gun. Sean was here. She could move from warrior to wife again. She placed her hand on Alex’s stomach, trying so desperately to staunch the bleeding. Tears poured from her eyes, pain from her soul. “Please help him.”

She could lose him. God, she’d just gotten him back. Tears poured from her eyes. She just couldn’t lose him.

“I f*cking hate reptiles.” Sean kicked at a gator, pushing it back. He knelt down in the mud beside her. “Alex! Alex McKay! You wake the f*ck up right goddamn now!”

She heard the door slam again and then Jake was suddenly in her line of sight. “Evie? Are you hit?”

She shook her head. “He wouldn’t let them touch me.”

Her husband. Her Master. Her Alex. He wouldn’t let them get her. He’d sacrificed himself. God, he couldn’t die.

Please. Please. Please. She made a thousand deals with the universe in that moment. Anything to let him live.

“We killed the rest. They tried to get here, but we got them. The area’s secure, and we called a bus,” Jake said.

An ambulance. Yes. They needed one of those. She held onto Alex. She noticed Jesse behind Jake, but it didn’t really register.

Sean moved into position, pulling Alex off her body. “Keep those f*cking monsters off me.”

He put his hands over Alex’s heart and pressed down five times before covering Alex’s mouth and breathing in.

Eve scrambled up and prayed to the heavens.





Chapter Twenty


Dallas, TX

Eight weeks later



Sanctum looked more like a garden tonight than a dungeon, and the smell of jasmine permeated the whole club. Alex looked out over the space, a deep feeling of satisfaction in his soul. His second wedding was smaller than the first, but the people they loved surrounded them and that was all that mattered.

Eve laughed at something Grace said and Alex felt his whole body tighten. She was so beautiful she took his breath away. And she was his. A two-carat diamond sparkled on her left hand and there were more diamonds around her throat, a collar commemorating the trust and love and connection between them.

“Alex, this is the most beautiful wedding I’ve ever been to.” Serena looked lovely in her bridesmaid dress, but he knew that look in her eyes.

“I’m not letting you interview me, Serena.” He looked around for Adam or Jake. Serena had been like a dog with a bone since she’d found out the standoff with Michael Evans had taken place in an alligator pit. Apparently she thought it would make a great hook for a book.

“I just want to know how it felt, Alex. I could really use something like this for my next book. I need sights and sounds and smells and emotions.” She placed a hand over her ever-growing belly and sighed. “I would hope after all the help I gave you that you could just tell me a few facts.”

He thought about growling, but it was his wedding day and Serena had been helpful. “It was a mud pit filled with snapping alligators. It smelled like ass and not particularly clean ass. It smelled like ass that hadn’t been washed ever. As for emotions, well, I kind of didn’t want to get torn apart by alligators.”

Like Warren had been. He felt a fierce smile cross his face. When they’d drained the pit, his former partner had been in pieces. There was justice in the world.

Simon stepped up to the bar, looking perfect in his tailored tux. Alex could practically hear the unattached subs drooling, but Simon ignored them, preferring to frown affectionately at Serena. “You giving him hell again, love?”

Serena sighed. “He won’t talk about the gators. It makes me sad.”

Simon ordered a vodka tonic and shook his head. “He’s got PTSD.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “I don’t have PTSD. I’ve got regrets, though. The feds can link the fertilizer to Evans, and they have cell phone records of Warren calling Evans. But I can’t bring down Warren’s brother without witnesses.”

It was the only damn thing he regretted about the whole affair.

The senator had held a large press conference apologizing for his brother’s actions and accusing Warren of being the one who had the affair with Carmen Garcia. So far, everyone was buying it. The senator looked golden.