Shattered Duty (Deadly Ops #3)
By Katie Reus
Release Date: June 2, 2015
When his wife was murdered two years ago, Special Agent Levi Lazaro turned his back on everything he cared about. Ever since, he has thought of nothing but vengeance. Now he's finally uncovered the identities of those who killed his wife—and he's ready to destroy them at any cost. He won’t let anything stand in his way—not even a beautiful NSA agent on a mission of her own.
Special Agent Selene Wolfe prides herself on being the best. Her fearlessness and quick-thinking make her the perfect person to take down a deadly terrorist cell. But she needs Levi’s help, and the moment he shows up, Selene knows her objectivity—and her heart—are in trouble.
As the two strike an uneasy alliance, Levi finds himself tormented by his desire for Selene—a feeling he thought long dead. But when their mission takes an unexpected turn, he finds himself faced with an impossible choice: either put aside his need for revenge, or save the woman who’s reawakened his soul…
Surprising her, he sat directly next to her, invading all
her personal space. He had a warm, spicy masculine scent that made her think of
the forest. She tried to pull back but he wrapped his hand around the back of
her neck, holding her in place.
His grip wasn’t hard and she was ninety percent sure he
wouldn’t hurt her. Not the Levi she’d read about, anyway. He’d been a
protector, a man dedicated to helping his country, not caring that he never
received any public recognition. He’d been the best kind of warrior. But then
his wife had died and Wesley said something inside him had broken. So there was
a slim chance he could attempt to hurt her. But she hoped he hadn’t gone that
far over the line. While she was trained, she wasn’t stupid enough to think she
could take on a man like Levi one on one. She could defend herself enough to
get away, but if it came down to a fight to the death, he had more training.
Selene hated what had happened to him and his wife and
while she knew it wasn’t technically her problem, she owed Levi. He didn’t know
it, but she did. So when it came down to it she wasn’t even sure if she could
pull off her complete mission. Taking down Tasev she knew she could do but the
other thing . . . Levi’s thumb rubbed gently against her pulse
point, his eyes a midnight black, so dark she could barely discern the iris.
She fought the shiver that slid through her, not wanting
him to know he was affecting her. And she didn’t like that he actually was
affecting her.
“So you know who I am,” he murmured, his gaze straying to
her lips.
She tried to find her voice, hating the way her nipples
tightened as his gaze darkened with lust. “Yep. How did you figure out who I
work for?” According to her intel there weren’t any listening devices on the
dock—it would be a stupid place to keep them with all the water—but she didn’t
want to come out and say Wesley or the NSA.
“The name Silva. I recognize it.”
“Bullshit.” Wesley and a small handful of people knew The
Wolf was an NSA creation.
His jaw clenched, those eyes darkening, even if that seemed
impossible. “I’m not lying.”
It struck her that there was a small chance he did know
Selene Silva’s cover ID details. Meghan Lazaro had helped build the alias. It
was against every regulation to tell her spouse or anyone else, but that didn’t
mean the woman hadn’t. Married agents talked. Period. Selene eyed him
cautiously. “Meghan told you.”
He jerked back as if Selene had slapped him. She regretted
the effect her words had but gauged his reaction.
Jaw tight, his mouth pinched, he didn’t respond one way or
another.
And even though she knew it might be a mistake, she
continued, “I’m . . . sorry about what happened to her. I know
words are meaningless from a stranger, but I truly am. She was a good woman,”
Selene whispered. “I didn’t really know her, but she guided me on a couple of
really tough missions early in my career.” God, it had been only a little over
three years ago though it seemed longer. “She had an easy way with people.”
She’d saved Selene’s life once because of a last-minute find and Selene would
never, ever, forget that. She’d been stuck in the field, young and alone, with
no backup and Meghan had been the voice on the other end of her com, keeping
Selene sane.
He seemed frozen, staring at her as if he didn’t know how
to respond. He didn’t drop his hand from the back of her neck but he let out a
ragged breath, keeping his gaze pinned to hers. “I haven’t talked about her
with anyone in years.”
In that moment the stark loneliness in his dark eyes clawed
at Selene like razor wire. He looked completely adrift for just a fraction of a
moment before that hard expression returned. And so did the pressure around the
back of her neck.
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