brown hair cut close to his scalp. Gray tape was still slapped over his mouth, effectively gagging him in case he awakened.
It would come off soon enough, as soon as he was conscious, and when it did, Jordan promised himself the bastard would talk or he’d lose his tongue. Or perhaps never have the chance to attempt to talk again.
“Frackle has a nice little history listed with several law enforcement agencies from what we’re learning.” Noah jerked his thumb over his shoulder to where Nik was at the computer pulling up files and printing them out. “It seems he likes to work for maggots who target pretty women. If they’re not virgins when he kidnaps them, then he’s known to rape them before they reach the men that hired him.”
Jordan turned his gaze slowly back to Frackle and let his lips curl in anticipation.
“Killing him will be fun,” he drawled.
Tehya flinched at the promise in his voice.
“And who is his buddy?”
“He’s teamed up with Marco Fillipini. Good ole Marco may not know his partner well, though. This one, I know of. Marco’s penny-ante, mainly sticks to France. I have a few feelers out to get his story, but I thought we might go easy on him if he talks a little bit for us.” Noah smacked Marco a bit harder than he had Frackle.
Both men were well muscled, likely well experienced, and in a world of hurt once they were conscious, if Jordan had his way.
“They were outside the party you attended tonight,” Nik said from where he sat at the computer. “They’re working with the same team that attacked Tehya’s home. From what I’ve learned so far, they’re mostly mercenaries, though Frackle and Fillipini were low-level soldiers in Sorrel’s organization before he was killed.”
Jordan lifted a brow as he gazed at Frackle, then Marco. His fingers curled into fists again. The need to see their blood was almost as strong as the lust that tormented him where Tehya was concerned.
That realization was shocking. He’d never allowed himself to become so involved with anyone, besides his nephew. He’d been angry over attacks against his men or wounds they’d taken, but never had he experienced this level of violence.
“Someone got them some pretty toys,” Noah spoke behind him. “It took them less than three seconds to slip our security with ones they brought.”
Jordan gave a brief nod of his head. “They have to be well-funded just as we suspected, with ties, or their employer has ties, to the military somewhere. That’s the only way they could have acquired the technology needed to get through the security.” His lips thinned as he continued to stare at the other two men.
“That technology is only available in a few countries other than America,” Micah informed him. “You can’t get that just anywhere, Jordan.”
“I’m more than aware of this.” Icy cold, emotionless, his voice was like a sibilant whisper of death.
“I want complete dossiers on them.” He turned to Nik, his gaze meeting the other man’s. “Everything. I want to know who they socialize with and who they work for. I want to know every particle of their lives.”
“And you’ll have it,” Noah swore, “the moment it’s ready.”
And Tehya knew Noah. She knew the bond he shared with his uncle. That information would be available very soon, if it existed.
With a jerk of his head toward the door behind him, Jordan indicated he was finished there and that the others should follow him.
Turning, he curved his arm around Tehya’s waist and drew her with him back to the front room of the suite. He would give the two men time to awaken, then he would awaken them himself it necessary. Maybe. There were alternatives to interrogating men whom he knew wouldn’t give him the answers he wanted. And he realized he didn’t want to have to question them in front of Tehya.
He didn’t want her to see the worst of him. In the years she had been at the base, she had never seen him interrogate an enemy, had never seen him kill.
He realized he didn’t want her to see it now. And it was going to happen. Frackle and his partner had all but signed their death warrants when they came for him with the intent of taking Tehya. And if they didn’t talk, if they didn’t give him answers, then, Jordan promised himself, they would never threaten anyone, ever again.
CHAPTER 15
Tehya had thought she would know the two men when she faced them,