Undaunted - Shirleen Davies Page 0,6
she’d been the only one to capture his heart.
Fuse doubted there’d ever be another woman like her. She might want to make peace between them, forge some kind of friendship after the way they’d parted, but he couldn’t find it in him to embrace it.
His life was fine as is. Important work with a great team, friendships that would last for life. Long rides on his Harley, occasional weekends at the McCord Ranch, and a woman in his bed when the need arose. There was nothing else he needed.
Most definitely not Brittany Blackmore.
Chapter Three
Eternal Brethren Clubhouse
Wrath ended the early morning call, the disgust on his face signaling his mood. “They aren’t telling Grayson anything about the interrogation of al-Assid.”
“Fucking FBI. When have they ever shared information with anyone else?” Ghost scrubbed a hand down his face, wanting to pound his fist into something. Time for a trip to the gym.
He knew most of those in the FBI were good people. Ghost had also seen firsthand experience there were those who pushed their own political agenda, coveting information to the harm of the American people. “All I want to know is if he has a cell that’s going to carry out an attack, and the location.”
Fuse coughed out a laugh at the notion. “He’s an ISIS deputy. You do understand that any information the FBI obtains will be a major accomplishment and will not be passed on to any other agency.”
Ghost groaned, massaging the back of his neck. “The sonofabitch will die or be sent to GITMO before he talks.”
Wrath rested his arms on the desk, jaw set. The current FBI director was part of the few people who knew about Eternal Brethren. He disliked the military, especially those who could deploy on American soil. A man who wanted to dismantle the undercover motorcycle club.
“I understand your concerns. You both have family in Texas. The FBI has never provided Grayson with feedback, and the current director is not our friend. Let me remind you, our ops include deep-cover reconnaissance, high-value target extraction, hostage recovery, and destruction of enemy forces posing a threat to our citizens. We have no right to expect anything once we’ve completed our mission.”
Wrath’s office door shoved open, Rock and several others entering. “What did we miss?” Rock took a seat next to Ghost, setting a to-go cup of coffee on the table.
“Nothing you’re not used to hearing,” Wrath said. “The FBI has closed ranks. They’re not providing anything to Grayson.” When the grumbling began, he held up a hand. “Let me remind everyone, being read-in on their interrogation is outside our pay grades. We did our job and completed it without incident. Which means we have a stellar record. Focus on what’s important, gentlemen.” He walked to the door, opening it. “Fuse. I need you to stay. The rest of you head out to the lake for training.”
Fuse stayed seated, his mind going over possibilities while the others grinned. All the men preferred training time in the water over anything except an actual mission.
Closing the door, Wrath studied Fuse as he returned to his chair. “How are you doing?”
He sat up straighter. “Me? Fine.”
“No issues outside of the team?”
Brows bunching, Fuse leaned forward, eyes locking with Wrath’s. “I’m solid. Are you going to tell me what’s going on with the questions, Prez?”
“Brittany Blackmore.”
Fuse stilled, his hands balling into fists. “What about her?”
“Did you know her father contacted Kell Kirkland at White Eagle Security to put a man on her?”
He almost came out of his chair. “Why? Is there a specific threat? Do they know who it is?”
Unfazed by Fuse’s agitation, Wrath slid a file across the desk. “Everything I know is in there. Senator Blackmore was contacted by an anonymous source. The untraceable call used a voice scrambling system, which means Blackmore didn’t recognize it. They warned him harm would come to Brittany if he didn’t support legislation as expected by further instructions. Problem is, he has no idea what types of legislation. It was opened-ended. There are votes all the time, and Blackmore has no idea which bills matter to those threatening Brittany. Truth is, he doesn’t care. He won’t yield to threats of any kind.”
“Even against his daughter?”
“That’s his stance. It could be the same group who went after her last year, or an entirely different threat. Kell and Deke are on other assignments, so Kell put Mitch McBride on her.”
Fuse skimmed the contents of the file, shaking his head. “This makes no sense. Why