Total Surrender (COBRA Securities Book 11)

by Velvet Vaughn

  Total Surrender

  By Velvet Vaughn

  Copyright

  Copyright © 2017 VELVET VAUGHN LLC

  ISBN: 978-0-9861652-9-0

  This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Visit Velvet's website at: www.velvetvaughn.com and her Facebook Fanpage HERE.

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my sweet cousins Diane and Lorna.

  Acknowledgements

  I would like to sincerely thank the members of my Velvet Vaughn Street Team who help spread the word: Cindi R., Debbie M., Gary A., Karen D., Karen J., Lisa B., Tammy T., Lisa B., Sharon W., Paulyn A and Shelley C. I’m so thankful for all of you and truly appreciate your support! I would also like to sincerely thank my social media guru, Kristy O!

  And as always, a huge thank you to my mom. I couldn’t do this without you!

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Epilogue

  Notes

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Talia Cohen closed her eyes as the plane taxied, picked up speed and then lifted into the deep blue horizon. She was leaving the nation where she was raised, possibly for the last time. She didn’t have fond memories of the years she’d spent in Israel. She held no ill-will towards the country…it was a beautiful place filled with a rich, deep history. She just didn’t see the need to visit her father’s homeland anymore. Not even to visit his freshly dug, flower-covered grave.

  The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of highs and lows. The highs had been the successful conclusion of her first assignment with COBRA Securities, and meeting a certain tall, blond FBI agent she couldn’t erase from her naughty thoughts. She hadn’t even had the opportunity to celebrate her role in taking down a murderous U.S. Senator when her phone rang. Her father had suffered a massive heart attack and his condition was dire. As the older daughter and heir to his company, she’d been expected to be by his side. She’d spent her entire teen years trying to do the exact opposite.

  Talia’s American mother met her Israeli father when they’d been grad students at Duke University. They fell in love, married and Talia was born the summer after they graduated, putting her mother’s plans for law school on hold. Her father had always been ambitious and when Talia was one, he informed her mother they were moving to his homeland so he could take control of his family’s business. Having never discussed the possibility with Talia’s mother, she’d been blindsided. She wanted to raise Talia in America. Her mother refused to leave, her father refused to stay, and the divorce was final weeks later.

  Her childhood had been a happy one, from what she could remember. Her memories were fuzzy and the ones she did recall were mostly from pictures. When Talia was five, her mother was diagnosed with an aggressive form of breast cancer. She died a year later.

  The loss of her mother had devastated her, but what happened next almost broke her. Her father ripped her from the only home she’d known and forced her to move to his country where she didn’t understand the language or the customs.

  Adjusting to life in Israel had been difficult. Her father’s new wife Rivka had been remote, downright cruel, and she resented Talia. If she spoke to her at all, it was to chastise or criticize. When Talia was ten, Rivka gave birth to a daughter, Shira, Talia’s half-sister. Though Rivka tried to keep them apart, Talia adored Shira, the only highlight of an otherwise crappy teenage years. That was before her father made her join the Israeli Defense Force, or IDF, and from there, Mossad, the national intelligence agency of Israel. In the blink of an eye, she was no longer a carefree, happy American, she was a toughened, battle-scarred Israeli warrior.

  A little over a year ago, she’d been on a joint op with a team of U.S. Special Forces operatives when she encountered Grant Colton, a Navy SEAL. She had no idea her life was about to change once again. The mission hit a snag and they’d had to hunker down in an abandoned building for hours. To pass the time, he told her about his brother’s successful security business he planned on joining as soon as he mustered out of the Navy. The company sounded intriguing and her interest was piqued. As soon as she had access to the internet, she’d thoroughly researched COBRA Securities. She’d barely read two paragraphs when she decided this was what she wanted to do with her life. It was a definite bonus that the job would take her back to her home country.

  She’d made initial contact, dropping Grant Colton’s name to get her foot in the door. After several phone interviews with both Grant’s brother Luke, and his partner, Logan, they flew her over for an in-person interview. She’d been hired, contingent on passing the physical tests that were administered by another former Navy SEAL, Dante Costa.

  She was fanatical about fitness, so she didn’t mind pushing her toned body past its limits. She hadn’t yet finished the training when she’d been tagged to work undercover in bringing down a sitting United States Senator.

  She loved her new job and for once in her life, she was doing what she wanted. The first chance she had to escape the domineering hand of her father and she’d jumped at the chance. Her father had been livid. He thought as his firstborn, she’d eventually take over his company. She wasn’t sure what he did and frankly, she didn’t even think it was legal. He’d kept the details from her, intending to turn everything over to her when she joined him. That wouldn’t be happening now.

  That she’d inherited his entire fortune, including the business, was a complete shock. She assumed everything would go to Rivka, but she’d signed an ironclad prenup. She’d been outraged that Talia inherited the entire estate, especially after how mad her father had been at her when she joined COBRA Securities. Rivka swore he meant to change his will, he just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. She had no proof, of course, so she didn’t have a leg to stand on. It didn’t stop her from trying. The days following the reading of the will were filled with contempt and threats. Rivka knew Talia was a trained fighter, so she kept her virulent jabs the verbal kind.

  When she realize
d her threats wouldn’t work, she tried guilt. She insisted Talia was the reason for his heart attack. He’d been under a tremendous amount of stress since Talia abandoned him, Rivka claimed, until it was too much, and his body shut down.

  That barb hit its intended mark. As soon as the call came through about his condition, Talia had wondered if her desertion had contributed. She didn’t harbor any fantasies that her father missed her, but he was angry that his company wouldn’t be run by a Cohen once he was gone.

  Rivka had pampered Shira to the point she was a spoiled princess. She’d been raised the opposite of Talia. Shira would not have to serve in the IDF due to a medical exemption. Secretly, Talia thought Rivka worked up the defense from the time Shira was born, claiming she suffered from anemia with the collaboration of a doctor who also happened to be a family friend. Shira was girly, delicate. She would never have the drive or fortitude to take over their father’s company. Talia was his only hope…and she’d disappointed him.

  Water under the proverbial bridge now. She couldn’t go back and change things…wouldn’t even if she could. She was truly happy. Though she hadn’t been at it for long, she loved her job. Her coworkers were amazing, and they’d welcomed her with open arms.

  At the recommendation of one of her father’s closest friends, she accepted a buyout offer for his company and added with the fortune her father had amassed, she now had a portfolio that sported more zeros in it than she’d spend in two lifetimes. It was surreal.

  She no longer had to work if she didn’t want to, but she did. It was her passion. Though they were no longer close thanks to Rivka, she established a substantial trust fund for Shira. Her sister would never want for money. If Shira wanted to sit around and paint her nails all day, she would be able to do so without worrying about a roof over her head or food on the table.

  She hated to leave her half-sister, especially since she was stuck with a viper for a mother, but Rivka had poisoned Shira against Talia when she saw how close they were. She hoped she would realize her mother filled her head with lies, but she didn’t hold her breath. The ball was in Shira’s court. Talia had made sure to set up the trust so Rivka couldn’t get her hands on the money. Once all the details were finalized, she headed directly to the airport without looking back.

  The sleek plane reached cruising altitude and the fasten seat belt sign clicked off. Talia adjusted the lever to recline.

  “Would you like a beverage, ma’am?”

  “Red wine. Thank you.”

  Free vino, a first-class perk she could get used to. She hadn’t decided yet what to do with all the money. She didn’t want it. It felt like blood money. Her father couldn’t be bothered with her when he was alive. She certainly didn’t need all of it. She lived modestly, and her needs were simple.

  An idea popped into her head and she wanted to look into starting a foundation for children who’d lost a parent at a young age. Maybe a summer camp where they could meet with other children suffering from the same life circumstances. She would name the foundation after her mother. Sarah’s Children or Sarah’s Hope, something that would honor the woman who had made the first few years of Talia’s life happy.

  The stewardess placed the glass on her tray table and she thanked her before taking a sip. The wine would help ease the worry plaguing her upon her return. She’d been gone for weeks, much longer than she originally anticipated due to the stipulations of the will. Not the best impression to make when you were new on the job.

  Though her first and only mission had been successful, they might’ve forgotten her by now, maybe even replaced her. That thought made her shudder. This job meant everything to her. Her coworkers were the only family she had now. They’d accepted her from the beginning, forced her to open up, step out of her comfort zone and become more social. She had friends for the first time in her life. Female friends.

  Now that she had money, she was going to talk to her bosses and purchase the plot of land she coveted with a beautiful view of the lake. Then she’d see if she could hire Hillary Billing’s fiancé, Reed Steele, to draw up plans for her dream home. She didn’t have champagne tastes, so it wouldn’t be a mansion. But a place she could call home…something she hadn’t had since her mother passed away. And it would be her own.

  She finished off the ruby-red wine and settled deeper into the plush seat. The difference between First Class and Coach was ridiculous and she felt guilty for enjoying the simple luxury of a comfortable chair and leg room. It was a stark contrast to some of the planes she’d ridden on in the military where she was lucky to perch on a wooden crate. She’d had to thread her hand in a cargo net to hang on and the bay reeked of farm animals and human sweat. Good times.

  Talia woke with a start. The plane had begun its descent into Indianapolis International Airport. After raising her seat to the upright position, she stowed her tray table. She’d pick up her car from long-term parking, pay the fee and be home soon. She couldn’t wait.

  Chapter One

  “Twenty.” With a burst of energy, Hunter McGrath heaved the weights into the air for the final rep to finish his set. He racked the bar and thanked his spotter, Mason Rossi. Rising to a seated position, he mopped the sweat from his face with a towel. His muscles burned in a good way, signaling a killer workout. He just thought he’d been in great shape when he was with the FBI, but since he’d joined COBRA Securities a few weeks ago, he’d become a finely-honed machine.

  Dante Costa, the man in charge of conditioning and training, was nothing short of a sadist. The man didn’t seem to know the word pain. He made the men and women push their bodies past their limits to uncharted territory. The man had been a Navy SEAL, the best of the best, and he demanded the same of the staff. Hunter felt fitter and stronger than he ever had in his life.

  After a five-mile run on the indoor track, he stripped off his t-shirt as he entered the showers. He might have had extra incentive to look his best today…Talia was coming home.

  He’d signed on with the agency right after the op where he’d met Talia Cohen. They’d joined forces to help bring down a sitting United States Senator and in the process, Hunter developed a serious case of lust for the exotic beauty.

  He had no problem admitting she was a factor in his decision to leave the Bureau. Not the only one, certainly, but working alongside her was a definite perk.

  He’d looked forward to seeing her when he flew out to interview with Luke Colton and Logan Bradley, the founders of COBRA Securities. It wasn’t until he accepted the position and moved soon after that he learned her father had passed away. She’d been gone since, taking care of his estate. He didn’t know the specifics and his coworkers weren’t gossips, so he’d wait until she returned to offer condolences. All he knew was that she was returning from Israel today, and as far as he knew, she wasn’t aware they were now coworkers.

  He laid in bed last night staring at the ceiling, wondering what her reaction would be. Would her mouth drop open in shock? Would her eyes round in disbelief? Would she be as happy to see him as he was to see her? Maybe she’d squeal and throw herself in his arms. He chuckled at the thought. Talia wasn’t a squealer.

  “What’s with the stupid grin?”

  He turned to see Ethan Addison and Sawyer Oldham stroll into the showers. His coworkers stripped off their sweaty workout gear and tossed them into a bin.

  He wiped the stupid grin from his face. “Nothing.”

  “That’s not a nothing look,” Sawyer alleged, his eyes narrowed. “It’s a woman, isn’t it? You met someone.”

  “What’s her name?” Ethan pried. “Do we know her? More importantly, does she have a sister?”

  “Preferably two,” Sawyer added.

  “It’s not about a woman.” He pulled on a clean shirt and avoided their gazes. If they looked in his eyes, they’d know he was lying. “Now if you girls will excuse me.”

  He brushed past them, their chuckles following him out the door.

  “It’s definitely a wom
an,” Ethan said.

  “Yep,” Sawyer agreed.

  The cooler air felt good against his overheated skin. He couldn’t help it, the stupid grin was back in full force.

  #

  Talia was nervous. Anxious. Edgy. Her bosses had requested a meeting with her as soon as she returned. She didn’t even have time to stop by her apartment and unpack. That could not be good. She alternated between speeding and falling well below the legal limit on the drive home. Her mind raced as several scenarios played out in her head.

  She’d kept up with her workouts while she’d been gone, so she was primed and ready if they had an assignment for her to tackle. She prayed that was what they wanted. A juicy new gig. But what if she’d been gone too long? Requesting so much time off was a lot to ask of a new employer. What if they thought she wasn’t worth waiting for and they were calling her in to fire her? Sweat broke out along her forehead. She had to convince them to let her stay.

  When she reached the compound, she managed to punch in the code to the outer gate even though her hands were shaking like a sapling in a hurricane. She stopped at the security booth to greet Tucker Nash, a big bear of a man who handled the compound security. He stepped out of the booth to lean in her window and give her a hug. He’d lost both of his legs while serving in the military, but he didn’t let it stop him.

  She asked about his family, and after he pulled out his smart phone and showed her the latest pictures like the proud father he was, she waved and headed straight for the offices. She parked, turned off the engine, unbuckled her seat belt and then sat in her car, gathering her strength. She’d never been a wimp. She confronted problems head-on. She was tough, and she was fearless. She hadn’t been afraid since she was six years old and her mother took her last breath. Life had toughened her to the point of callousness. But the thought of losing the first job she truly loved had her turning coward.

  Bang, bang.

  Talia jumped so high, she bashed her thighs against the steering wheel.