Murder Game (GhostWalkers, #7)(79)

“I want it.”

“It’s in my house. I have a safe in my office under the floorboards where I keep it. The one on the wall is for thieves to think they’re getting useful information.”

Kadan was done. He couldn’t bear to be in the man’s presence for even another minute. Rye, take over. I can’t look at him anymore. Send someone for the file. “I’m taking Tansy with me. You stay here with my men and don’t be stupid enough to give them any trouble.”

“Whitney will release the video.”

Kadan turned cold eyes on the man, looked him up and down, and then shook his head. “You still don’t get it, do you? He won’t release the video. He has as much to lose as you do. The government and the military still consider him a good guy. He isn’t going to risk jeopardizing that for a little payback. He got what he wanted from you. Your genes. Now he’ll come at Tansy and he’ll have to go through me to get to her.”

“What about my wife?”

Kadan dropped the temperature by several degrees just staring at the man. “I have no wish to cause your wife pain, Mr. Meadows. You’re free to continue lying to her, but I will tell your daughter everything. I have no intention of deceiving my wife.”

“Are you going to tell her you threatened my life?”

Kadan smiled, and there was no humor at all in it. “Tansy has access to my mind. I don’t think she’s going to be very surprised at anything I ever do.”

“You self-righteous son of a bitch.” Don scrambled to his feet, his face red and twisted with anger. “You tell my daughter she’s the product of a brutal rape. You tell her that she’s been deceived for years, destroy everything she loves and believes in, and then feel good about yourself because you’re such a fine, upstanding man.”

Kadan flung the chair that had been placed under the doorknob against the wall with enough force to smash it into several pieces. Jerking open the door, he stalked out of the room, afraid of the cold in his veins, in his mind. He needed to see Tansy. To touch her. To make certain she was okay. He just wanted to hold her and keep her safe. Damn her father and his weakness. Telling her everything would destroy her world. Not telling her would leave a huge chasm between them.

Tucker and Ian came running down the hall toward him, guns drawn. The crash of the chair had been loud enough to alert them to potential trouble. Kadan just shook his head and kept moving toward the other end of the house, where Tansy slept. He picked up the pace without even realizing he was doing so, shoving open the door and standing there, framed in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her as she lay sleeping.

The room was dark, with only a small bit of light spilling through the curtains at the windows. The air still held a hint of cinnamon, and his stomach tightened as he drew a deep breath. Her hair fanned across the pillow, a cascading fall of white gold silk that tore at his heart. She looked so young when she slept, innocent and sweet, as if all the bad things in life hadn’t touched her yet. She sighed softly and turned, reaching—for him? He hoped it was for him. He hoped he represented something good in her life in spite of all that had happened.

He crossed the room on silent feet and crouched down beside her. “Baby. You need to wake up for me.” He bent his head and trailed kisses over her face. His hands slipped beneath the blanket to find the curves of her warm satin skin. “Open your eyes.”

She blinked, the twin crescents of thick lashes batting at him while beneath the covers her body stirred, moving more fully into his hands. “Hey you.” Her smile shook him, filled with welcome. With something soft and inviting. “Is it morning already?”

She sounded so drowsy—so sexy. His body tightened more. He couldn’t help cupping the soft weight of her warm, soft breasts in his hands, or sliding his thumbs over her responsive nipples. “We have to go.”

“I need a couple more hours of sleep.”

He nuzzled her throat, kissing his way down the curve of her breast. “You can sleep in the car, honey. I need you to get up now.”

She gave a soft little groan of protest. “It’s dark.”

“I know. Come on. Come with me.” His fingers tugged the blankets down just a little more, exposing her breast to the cooler air. He licked her nipple, then drew her breast into his mouth and suckled, sliding his arm around her waist to pull her more fully to him. She felt soft and pliant in his arms, offering herself to him, the way she did.

Kadan closed his eyes, savoring the moment, the knowledge that she so completely gave herself to him. He kissed his way back up her throat to find her mouth, losing himself there for a few minutes. She gave him everything, with no hesitation, without reservation. There was no resisting her, not when she just opened herself up for him and took him in. He pressed his forehead to hers, sharing breath.

“I’m sorry to wake you, Tansy. I know you’re tired, but we’re running out of time on this thing. Your parents are safe here and we need to get back so we can get the job done.”

“I thought I’d have time to visit with Mom and Dad. I haven’t seen them for weeks,” Tansy protested. “And after what happened . . .”

“I know. But I need you to come with me now.”

She drew back and searched his face, looking for what, he didn’t know. What could he say when he wanted to rip out her father’s heart? Anything he said might shatter her.