Never Gonna Happen - Cynthia Eden Page 0,35
door slammed behind Alyssa, Dex let out a long exhale. “She is pissed.”
Sebastian shot him a look of utter disgust.
“And she’s sexy as hell. I’m sure you noticed that part, though, since when I interrupted, I found you trying to seduce her.”
“What we were doing was not your concern.”
Dex shrugged. “I don’t know. Some would say that ensuring a positive working environment between my two top agents—that would be you and Antony—some would say that was absolutely my job. My main priority. If I saw something that would screw up that working relationship—you know, like you trying to get his sister into bed—then perhaps I should intervene. Perhaps it is my job to intervene.”
They needed to be clear on something. He stood right in front of Dex. “You don’t come between me and Alyssa.”
“Or what? You going to take another swing at me?”
He didn’t speak. He’d already said plenty. Either Dex would take the warning or he wouldn’t.
Dex glanced away. “Look, I get that things are stressful, but you need to chill out, man. I’m not the enemy.”
You sure about that? “Where the hell did you send Antony?”
Dex licked his lips. “The mission was low risk. Should have been a walk in the park.”
“I know he used a cover story of going to Russia in order to work on gaming distribution, but where—”
“He’s not in Russia.” Dex tugged on his t-shirt. “Or at least, he’s not any longer.”
“Where is he?”
“Like I said, that mission was low risk. Should have been a walk in the park, and all indications are that it was an easy mission. He completed the job. Sent in his intel. Then he flew back here to the US. Landed in Atlanta three days ago.”
That didn’t make sense. “So where the hell is he?” And why hadn’t Antony contacted him as soon as the guy arrived back in the states?
“I don’t know.” Dex swallowed. “Because the last time anyone saw your buddy, he was slipping into the back of a limo at the Atlanta airport. After that, he vanished.”
“What about his phone? He texted me—”
“We can’t locate the phone. If Antony didn’t want it found, you know it wouldn’t be.”
Yes, he knew that. Antony could have completely dismantled the phone right after he’d sent the text.
“But there’s another possibility that we have to look at here,” Dex continued. “It’s possible that, seeing as how he said his cover was blown, that Antony has been taken.”
That was not the news Sebastian wanted to hear. He’d feared it, but he’d damn well not wanted to have Dex confirm that worry.
“If he’s being held, then whoever has him will try to get Antony to turn. To reveal every secret he knows.” Dex’s voice was grim.
“Antony wouldn’t do that.”
Dex cocked his head. “Not even if his sister’s life is on the line?”
Fuck.
“Tell me, because, you know, I’m a curious kind of guy…just what would you do if someone had a knife to the lovely Alyssa’s throat? If someone told you that in order for her to live, you had to turn on your country? You had to turn over all the secrets that you’d learned. What would you do?”
He knew it was a test. Dex always thought he was so clever. The thing was, though, that Sebastian didn’t like tests. He turned away. Headed toward his desk. Pulled open the top drawer there.
“I have an idea about what I think you’d do,” Dex revealed. “And it worries me. Worries me so much that I think I have to get involved and pull rank with you. I believe it would be in everyone’s best interest if you put some distance between yourself and Alyssa Kyle.”
Sebastian shut the drawer. Kept his hand near his side as he returned to face Dex.
“Well?” Dex lifted his brows. “Don’t you have a response?”
“Absolutely.” Sebastian moved in a flash. He flew forward, lifted up the knife he’d palmed from his drawer, and he pressed that blade right to Dex’s throat. “Here’s my response,” he gritted out. “Some bastard puts a knife to her throat? Someone threatens her?”
Dex didn’t seem to be breathing.
“I will kill the bastard.”
The door flew open. “Look, this is my brother’s life and I want to know—ohmyGod.”
Sebastian’s head whipped toward her.
Alyssa stared at him in absolute horror.
In fear.
“And I was just thinking you weren’t the bad guy!” She shook her head, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“Good luck getting her in bed now,” Dex muttered. “That ship has sailed, sailor.”
Chapter Nine
Alyssa stood