Page 95 of Covert Mission
Behind me, Lucas grunts. He steps around me. “This won’t be long.”
He has the nerve to close the door, shutting me inside the house.
I glare at the door. Steam is coming out of my ears. I’m so angry at the helpless feeling of the world coming apart around me.
The door swings open, and I jump back.
Truck says, “Come with me, Camile. You can wait with me while Beast takes care of… business.”
My stomach flips over.
Then the man that was buried inside of me hours ago shifts his hard brown eyes back to me. “Hopefully, this won’t be long. Afterwards, we have a lot to talk about.”
From my periphery, I watch as Truck tilts his head and his brows go up. The two of them exchange a glance.
Truck motions for me to walk out the door.
I follow the former SEAL, sick to my stomach, my mind reeling. I can’t stop myself from looking back over my shoulder. Beast is standing in the door with a fierce scowl on his angular face and a dangerous sheen to his eyes.
I really look at him. The strong warrior. The uncompromising protector. A man with a whole boatload of ghosts in his eyes, secrets he’ll never share, and a heart scarred by pain.
I’ve never encountered a person like him. The combination of hard and battered makes him dangerous to me.
Irresistible, almost. I shouldn’t have let him close…
I blink back the odd feeling in my eyes.
God, why am I so emotional? It’s like the waterworks got turned on the minute the man walked into my life.
“Truck,” Beast shouts. “Don’t let her out of your sight.”
That’s so Beast. Lucas, I correct myself.
I know his command is partly because he wants to keep me safe, the other reason is because my world is unraveling and Lucas is smart enough to see that playing out before his eyes.
I probably look like the cornered animal that I feel like.
Truck guides me to his bungalow, opens the door for me, and follows me inside. It’s almost a copy of the other house. Much like Lucas’s bungalow, the colors are bright, it’s tidy, and well built.
The owner has gone to an effort to make it comfortable with pretty, but functional things.
He motions toward the small dining table. “Help yourself to anything you want.”
When I glance at the plate of fruit and pastries, my stomach clenches. “I don’t think I can eat right now.”
He swings his head my way and looks me over. “You want to talk?”
That’s ahell no.
I drop my eyes to the floor and hang my head. Causing my hair to spill around me. I breathe for a few seconds. “I can’t.”
Truck’s tone turns gruff. “Sit down. Beast might be a while.”
The knot in my stomach turns over as my insides seem to twist around. “Will Lucas hurt…” I cringe. “Will he hurt that guy?”
“Depends. If he’s a threat to you, then Lucas is going to do what it takes to protect you.”
My heart lurches. An uncomfortable tension builds behind my sternum. “Why is he so protective over me?”