to grab some snacks for his little boy. His wife had a baby in her arms and he heard her say something about them needing this vacation because he worked too hard. Nevin stayed in the shadows and when the coast was clear he went out to his beat-up Ram and followed the vacationing couple to their hotel. He made preparations. He was going to go inside and take out all of them, maybe even clip Rick in both knee caps so he couldn’t move while he made him watch him kill his wife and kids. He had waited for the prime opportunity to get inside unnoticed, but then he saw Rick come outside. He waited two days, making preparations for a way inside when luck decided to be on his side. The bastard had returned to his car at night and Nevin took the opportunity to take the kill shot. He wanted him to know. This time he wanted to see the face of the man who knew he was about to die. He didn’t get that reward with the first one, but with the second one it was oh so sweet.
Now, he was here, watching Shane Maxwell. Mr. Shane Maxwell, damn Captain in the damn Navy elite Dove Team. He was going to be the kill Nevin took his time with. He wanted to torture him first, make him watch things disappear. Maybe he should watch her disappear, knowing he couldn’t save her. He had kicked the idea around in his head for a while as he watched them, kissing and stripping out on Shane’s property. He liked the ranch because it was nearly surrounded by mountains and it left a lot of space where he could hide off the man’s secure property while he watched certain areas and plotted his attack. Shane was always the security expert. Nevin would have been surprised if his ranch wasn’t a virtual fortress. He needed to find a way in, one that wouldn’t set off any alarms, but he was going to need time to do that.
He was a sharpshooter. He could shoot them both dead right now with the right weapon, but there was no fun in that. No, he was going to savor this kill. He was going to season it with all the right spices, a little fear, a lot of heartache and then, the final kill for the man who had been one of the reasons he didn’t make the team. He was going to enjoy this.
He thought about what he had just seen, how beautiful the woman was and he shifted and growled as he peered through the binoculars at her still naked body. “Sweet Jesus,” he mumbled as he watched from above. She had a body worth tasting and Shane seemed to be enjoying every inch of it. The expressions on her face when she came were of sheer ecstasy and he couldn’t stop watching her. He adjusted his body just enough to unzip his pants and release his erection, but not enough to take his eyes of the beautiful body in the cab of the truck with Shane. “Damn,” he growled. “That is fucking hot.”
Shane had managed to put his hands everywhere on her body, including inside her jeans—jeans that he had quickly removed. When Nevin saw the panties come off too he was glad he had taken up watch where he had. Shane had shifted enough to give him a fabulous view of her private area. “Givin’ it up to a SEAL, huh, darlin’. But I bet you wouldn’t give it up to me; would you? I bet you’d put your nose up in the air just like them.” He had said those words in anger as he watched them. He let one hand slide down to his throbbing sex. “Enjoy it while it last, Shane. Because you don’t have too many more peaceful nights left.
Tomorrow he would plot his entry into Shane’s home. He didn’t know how yet, but he would get in. He would find a way to show him that not even he, the Great Shane Maxwell, could beat Nevin DuPont.
Alyssa managed to get her pants on, but she had to borrow Shane’s button down shirt because he had thrown her shirt down on the ground. There was no way that she was going to go in search of it in the dark in the Arizona desert where a scorpion or a rattler might have already found a home in