that word without giving any yourself. Think, Sam. Use your goddamn head for a minute. You go off to South America and don’t tell us shit. You get blown to shit. What the hell am I supposed to tell Mom and Dad? What the hell am I supposed to do when I don’t even know where to look for you? This is stupid and you know it or you wouldn’t be hiding it from me.”
“It’s revenge. It’s messy. It’s not honorable, and I can’t ask you or anyone else in this family to do what I have to do,” Sam seethed.
“Always Captain fucking America,” Garrett said mockingly. “What about Ethan and what he has to do? Rachel is his wife. Why are you fighting his battles for him?”
“Because he’s my brother.”
Garrett stared into his eyes. He wasn’t backing down, but there was understanding there where before there had just been anger.
“You’re not going alone.”
“You’re not going, Garrett.”
“Try and stop me.”
Sam ground his teeth in frustration. “Goddamn it, Garrett.”
“I’m going or I’ll pull Rio out right now.”
Sam raised a hand to his head. “Pull him out? When we need the intel? Are you crazy? We have to find out why they targeted Rachel. There’s a threat out there to my family.”
“Our family,” Garrett corrected. He punched his finger in Sam’s chest to punctuate his statement. “Our family.”
The intensity in Garrett’s expression took some of the wind out of Sam’s sails. He knew if the situations were reversed, he’d be every bit as pissed and determined as Garrett. It didn’t make it any easier to give in.
“Son of a bitch,” Sam swore. He bit out a few more colorful phrases before Garrett rocked backed on his heels, a flare of triumph on his face.
“Gotcha.”
“Okay, okay. Don’t fucking rub it in.”
Garrett shrugged. “Now, you going to call Ethan or am I?”
CHAPTER 26
AS a matter of habit, Geron Castle had an array of local newspapers from across the state of Tennessee delivered to his office every morning. It was his practice to drink two cups of coffee as he browsed the human interest stories.
Ever the politician, he looked for any angle to exploit, and he pompously considered that it kept him in touch with his constituents.
He browsed through Knoxville, Nashville and Memphis first. Then he focused on the smaller publications and yawned his way through small-town bullshit. These people had no lives. Cattle, horses, hunting and fishing. It was all they seemed to live for. It was a wonder the suicide rate wasn’t higher in this godforsaken state.
He consoled himself with the fact that these uneducated, backwoods louts were the ones who put him in the Senate, and they would indirectly be responsible for him shaking the dirt of Polk County from his feet when he made the jump to the White House.
He was sipping at his second cup and idly contemplating his upcoming vacation when his gaze lighted on the article about a Stewart County resident declared dead who had miraculously returned after surviving a supposed plane crash in a South American jungle.
He choked on his coffee and sloshed it all over his lap when he read the woman’s name. Rachel Kelly.
He leapt to his feet, slapping at his pants as the heat scorched the more tender portions of his anatomy. He let out a string of curses that would have had his mother washing his mouth out with soap. She was a devout, churchgoing woman, and she had no tolerance for ungodly behavior.
Half his life had been spent following her dictates and example. The other half had been spent veering as far from the path of righteousness as a man could.
He wasn’t proud of his sins, but he didn’t regret them either.
And now it looked like his sins were coming back to haunt him.
He tossed the cup aside, ignoring the stain on the carpet and the line of liquid on his desk. He snatched the paper back up and read the article in its entirety.
This was a disaster. Not just a disaster but the end of his career. The end of his presidency before it ever began.
How the hell was the little bitch alive?
The fucking drug cartel had screwed him over. What possible motivation they’d had for reneging on their end of the deal he didn’t know, but they wouldn’t get away with it.
He grabbed his phone and started to dial and then slammed it back down, shaking his head at his stupidity. This wasn’t a safe place to make such an