Murder Game (GhostWalkers, #7)(117)

“He took the bait,” a voice droned into the radio.

That would be Jack, Ken’s twin brother. Both men were GhostWalkers from the SEAL team and lethal with or without a weapon. Both were protective and possessive, and Kadan couldn’t believe his ears when Ken announced that his wife, Marigold, was going to lure the Italian Stallion out into the open for them.

A very handsome man, large and well muscled, followed Mari from the bar, gliding across the parking lot fast, coming up on her from behind. He grabbed her arm and swung her around, slamming her against the car door, shoving his knee between her legs. “You bitch, you can’t embarrass me like that and just walk away. You were flirting with me. You’re nothing but a rich bitch cocktease.”

Kadan felt the sudden tension in all the men. Ken’s face hardened, but he didn’t break cover. The rifle went to his shoulder in a smooth, practiced motion, and Ken never missed.

Marigold leaned back against the car and smiled lazily up at the Stallion, one hand barely lifting off the top of the vehicle to signal the GhostWalkers to stand down. It was too public. There were others in the parking lot.

“Hey, lady, you all right?” That was Ian. He looked imposing, carrying himself like a man who knew how to fight and didn’t mind doing it. He began walking toward them.

“Mind your own business,” Stallion snapped, but he stepped back enough to allow Marigold to yank open her door. She fumbled with the keys, dropping her purse, then slammed the car door and roared away.

The Stallion picked up her purse, flipped Ian off, and unhurriedly sauntered to his car, whistling. He got in and sat for a moment, looking through Mari’s purse. “Yeah, rich bitch, you’re going to get a visit from a real man tonight.” The bug in her purse picked up audio with no problem. He drove out of the parking lot whistling.

“Pull back,” Jack said. “Team Two, he’s heading your way.”

Kadan was already in the SUV, Ken and Jack leaping in from either side.

“I’m taking that ass out,” Mari hissed into her radio.

“You walk away,” Ken instructed, his voice pitched low and firm. “Put the car in the garage just as we planned and walk away. We’ll do the rest.”

“He rammed his knee in my crotch,” Mari bit out between clenched teeth. “He rapes women and then he kills them. I read Flame’s report on this guy. I’m—”

“You’re going to follow the plan,” Ken snapped. “This is a mission and we run it by the numbers, we don’t make it personal. Walk away.”

There was an edge of a threat to his voice now, and Kadan rather admired it. He might have to use that particular tone for his own woman.

Mari muttered something under her breath and Ken shot his twin a small grin. They followed Mari’s car out to the edge of the city. The house had been well scouted, far back from other houses, where no one would hear or see anything. A perfect place for Stallion to spend the night tormenting a woman. He would come calling and he would feel safe.

“I’ll take this one,” Ken said as they watched Mari walk away from the garage and into the trees where Nico waited for her with her rifle.

Kadan shook his head. “I can shield. We don’t want him warned. It really doesn’t matter who kills the son of bitch as long as he’s exterminated. I’ll take him down.”

“That son of bitch put his f*cking knee in my wife’s crotch. I’ll cut his heart out.”

“We stick with the plan. I don’t blame you,” Kadan said. “I’d feel the same way, but we stick with the plan.”

Jack nudged Ken. “I’m telling that little hellcat you married that you were going to deviate from the plan and make it personal.”

“You keep getting me in trouble with her, and one of these days you’re going to wake up with your throat cut,” Ken said.

Kadan slipped out of the car shaking his head. He wasn’t the only one with woman problems. He waited in the bedroom where both Mari and Ken wanted to be. There was no moon, and he put on soft light in the living room and a night-light in the bedroom as a tempting beacon. As a further lure, he added music, not too loud, but loud enough that if Stallion came calling, he would think Mari wouldn’t hear him as he entered.

“He didn’t wait long,” Jack said. “He’s driving up without lights, heading around to the back of the house.”

“I’ve got him,” Nico intoned.

“In my sights,” Mari reported.

Kadan waited in silence, the familiar calm taking him. He welcomed the ice that set him apart. No nerves. Much easier than facing Tansy tracking the killers. He preferred this way. Quick, clean. It was done.

Noises indicated Stallion had entered through a window down the hall and was padding toward the bedroom. Kadan stepped to the side of the door. The knob turned and the door creaked as the intruder pushed it open and stepped into the room. He didn’t notice the tarp on the floor, he was too intent on the sleeping form in the bed.

“Hey, bitch. I got your invitation and came to party,” Stallion announced, taking a step toward the bed and the rolled up blankets.

Kadan came in behind him, a shadow only, his hand flashing with a quick, deep slice, and Stallion staggered, tried to turn, gurgled and dropped to his knees, then face planted. Kadan stood still waiting. It took a few minutes before the pulse was gone. “It’s done. We need the cleaner.” There could be no discovery before their schedule was complete. He wiped his blade clean and walked out to join the others.