Defenseless (Salvation, #5)(8)

She groans, and my grin spreads. “My name isn’t Charlotte, you *. Do you want my help? Or would you rather the company you work for continue to get screwed with?”

That got my attention. “Yes, Charleston, I want your help.”

“Fuck you.”

“Anytime, baby. All I need is a time and place.”

“I would destroy you.” Her voice drops low and menacing.

“I have no doubt. You’re one of those black widow type girls. A man-eater. But I’d gladly take the kill.”

Charlie doesn’t respond. She just let’s out a long breath.

“Okay, I’m sorry. You called because you have info?”

I can almost hear the internal struggle. The want to help, the want to not help, and then finally the resolution of what’s the right thing to do. We’re alike in that way. We both are willing to die for the greater good. I’m just way more badass than she ever could be.

“I’ll let you help me under one condition,” she finally warns.

“What’s that?”

“You understand who’s in charge. This is my case, I’m bringing you in, and therefore, I call the shots.”

I smile because the bottom line is that I’ll tell her anything she wants to hear. This has been my life for years, not some case. Whoever is responsible for all of this has destroyed the lives of people who matter. I consider Aaron and Jackson to be family. You f*ck with my family and all bets are off.

Instead of playing my hand too early, I simply reply with what I need to say. “Deal.”

“Then get up to DC and I’ll read you in.”

“Thanks, Charlize.”

“I regret this already,” she mumbles, then disconnects the call.



“That’s all you’re going to tell me,” Jackson grumbles through the line.

Needless to say, he’s not happy about me leaving for DC. However, he doesn’t have a choice. “Want me to make stuff up?”

“I want you to tell me what you know.”

“I know nothing more than you know. She wants to help, thinks we can work together and find out what the hell is going on. What else do you want to know, Muff?” I can’t give him information that I don’t have.

“I’ll talk to Catherine, we’ll head back east. I need to be in the office if you’re not there.”

I laugh. I know how that conversation will end. Jackson’s balls will be comfortably sitting in her palm, where they are now, and he’ll still be in California. If the company wasn’t growing as fast as it was, it wouldn’t be a problem. I run the Virginia office while Jackson expands into an office near San Diego. We’re each positioned to run side by side near the closest naval base. Plus, it’s where the SEAL teams are stationed. It makes sense, makes recruiting easy, and makes us a lot of money.

“Stay where you are, man. Natalie is here, and she can manage more than we give her. Aaron is fully capable, too.” I laugh at the idea of leaving them together. “Plus, Erik has been taking on more. He’ll handle the communication system since Aaron is tied up with other stuff. Besides,” I pause. “There’s no way Cat will be on board with this. She’s got her clients and can’t leave. Let’s not forget, your office is barely even functional yet. What will you do here that you can’t do from there?”

He huffs. “I want to be kept informed.”

“No.”

“No?”

“You heard me . . . no.”

“This is my company, in case you forgot.” I can hear the anger rolling off him.

He needs to keep his hands clean. If this goes south, which it could, he needs to be completely clear. “Listen, I’m not going to explain all the reasons you need to have no knowledge of what I may need to do, but I’ll sum it up in two words: plausible deniability.”

“Mark.”

“No. I’m not telling you shit. I’m doing this my way so you can be happy in California with Catherine. I’m the only one in this goddamn group who has nothing to lose.”

“I’m not okay with this.”

“I really don’t care.”

“As your boss I’m ordering you to keep me informed.”

“Eh . . .” I pause. “I’ll think about it.”

“You’re a f*cking pain in my ass.”

“And you’re ugly.”

Jackson sighs. “I’ll hold tight until I need to. Look . . .” He pauses. “We need to talk about what you keep avoiding.”

“Not now.”

“Mark,” he chides. “I’m serious. I want you to buy in, become my partner.”

“Good bye, Muff.”

I hang up the phone and push back from my desk. I should be happy—thrilled, ecstatic even—that he wants me to become his partner, but I’m not. It’s not because of the issues that seem to plague it. My entire post-military life has been about Cole Security Forces, but that’s just it. How much more do I need to make this my life? Is this all I’m destined to have? Jackson has Catherine. Liam and Natalie are married and making babies. Even Aaron has moved on and started dating.

I’m just here.

Stuck.

Stagnant.