Jameson (In the Company of Snipers #22) - Irish Winters Page 0,52

smoke, and it wouldn’t have mattered if they did. I had to stop Mr. Vlad’s bleeding, so I used what I had on me, and that was my bra, and it worked.”

A smile broke through the confused worry lining Jameson’s handsome face. Those adorable laugh lines crowding his dark eyes stretched into rays of pure sunshine. He ran the back of his hand over his forehead, wiping a portion of sweat away. “Works for me, too.”

“I like how you converse,” she offered timidly. Daring to feel sensual and sexy for the first time ever. She’d never be rockstar sexy, but she could tease. Him. Just him.

“There’s lots more where that came from,” he growled playfully. “Now, where’s our ride out of here?” A broad smile crinkled his handsome face. Jameson had the most amazing laugh lines. At the corners of his eyes. Across his forehead. Bracketing the sides of his mouth. Those lush lips…

Maddie licked the inside of her mouth where he’d just been, savoring the taste of him and the wonder of this most excellent minute of her life. She’d found something tonight. When she’d first been introduced, she hadn’t wanted to play TEAM guide to another former solider. They were the ones who got to go on adventures. She was the one they all left behind, while they went off and saved the world. But now she felt as if she were part of a whole new world, and it was perfect.

Reaching out, she took his hand and interlocked her fingers with his. “It’s a little ways down the road, Jameson. Come on. Pull me up, and I’ll show you.”

Chapter Thirteen

“We’re at their location, Boss, but Maddie and Jameson aren’t here. Pops Delaney is though. What’s left of him. As well as quite a few of his guys. You should see all these bodies. Pretty sure this is Jameson’s work.”

Alex squeezed the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb, fighting a migraine that wouldn’t let up until he was sure Maddie and Jameson were safe. It was the middle of a long, damned night and he was in his office. After reviewing Reagan’s security footage, he now knew who’d abducted them. Pops Delaney, a thug and a gunrunner. He’d been there all along, had watched from the shadows when Jameson and Maddie ran from the jet. He and another guy had overcome them, then stuffed them into the back of a black SUV.

And now he was dead, the rat bastard. His death would incite a scramble inside and outside his gang for dominance. More than one hit team would be gunning for Jameson once this information hit the press. Hell, they probably already knew.

Adam cleared his throat. “You still with me?”

“Shade isn’t there, is she?” Alex knew damned well she wasn’t, but a man could wish.

“No sign she ever was. Hunter and Eric are scouring the immediate area, but this is Virginia, and the farmhouse where Delaney stashed Maddie and Jameson is a leftover relic from the past century.”

Which meant it was overgrown and forgotten, the perfect place for a mob boss to conduct business. Delaney was one of the top kingpins on the East Coast. His gang was ruthless, daring, and growing. Alex had watched them run over weak-kneed governors and crooked mayors, circuit court judges and the FBI’s best. They seemed untouchable.

But he knew different. The director of the FBI’s one and only psychic team, Tucker Chase, had a man inside the Irish gang. Which was why Delaney had come to Boston. His men had recently fallen to one FBI sting after another. Whoever Tucker’s guy was, he’d been supplying inside details of hits, takeovers, and other mob plans for months. Delaney’s rep had been on the line for just as long. His people were restless. They didn’t feel safe, the poor thieving, murderous scoundrels. Word on the street was it was only a matter of time before someone took him out. And now Jameson had unknowingly lit the match that would inflame Boston, the Eastern Seaboard, the District, and quiet, quaint Olde Town Alexandria with it.

The cost of doing business had just grown exponentially higher for every law-abiding businessman and woman. A new boss always wanted to rule the police. The single-owner neighborhood mom and pop shops and restaurants. Successful enterprises. The world…

“Say again?” Adam asked whoever was reporting back to him. “Copy that. Boss, you still there?”

“Here.”

“Hunter found something. Might be our missing people. There’s no reason for me to stay