Page 123 of Dangerous Mission
“According to our software it was recently. But now it’s stationary…
“Are they at some kind of house?”
I zoom in and turn on the terrain features.
“No. Looks like jungle,” I say with my panic flaring and stomach clenching. “Nothing for at least three klicks.
He doesn’t look at me again, but I feel him processing what I’ve just said.
The jungle is dense and unpredictable here in Vandemora. Bad things happen in places like this.
Hang on Aria. I’m coming baby.
Truck calls Griffon Kane and the rest of the team and somehow keeps the Ford on the road in the driving rain.
My mind is locked on. Nothing other than my determination to get Aria back.
She’s coming home safely.
Come hell. High water. Or fucking anything.
I watch as we get closer to the icon that marks the truck. It hasn’t moved in five minutes.
Five fucking minutes is a long time. Anything can happen in five minutes.
Truck hangs up and shoves my shoulder with a meaty fist.
“You solid?”
No, but I tip my chin.
He reaches behind him and pulls another gear bag from the floorboard. “That’s got?—”
“Idon’t care what it’s got. I’ll use my bare hands. I’ll use a kitchen knife. I’ll fucking shove my goddamned boot so far down somenone’s throat?—”
He holds up a hand. “Point taken. But if you want it, there’s a nice sharp K-bar in there.”
I take his offer on the knife and take a handgun too.
“Your head clear enough?”
I turn to look at him, feeling the murderous rage coursing through my veins. “Do I look like I’m not clear?”
He lifts a brow. “You, my friend, look unhinged.”
“You would be too.”
His gaze flicks away. “I’ll never feel that fear again.”
Truck is a loner. Our team knows it was bad—whatever happened to him—but he’s never had more than one night with a woman since we met years ago.
Sounds familiar. Only I got blindsided.
Aria Kane.
I fist my shirt over the center of my chest. “I can’t take this. From the moment she got here, I’ve been worried sick about her.”
His expression hardens, the ghosts of his past flashing behind his stone façade. “You're a good SEAL. I got your back, brother.”
