Code of Honor

by Radclyffe

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Your speed could be better. You’re out of shape.”

  “Yes, sir,” Jane said. “I know. I’ll rectify that ASAP, sir.”

  “See that you do.” He picked up his phone, punched a number, and said briskly, “As of now, Captain Graves will assume command of C Company. All soldiers billeted on the compound will report to the parade grounds at eleven hundred hours for the change of command.” Graves switched off the phone and dropped it onto his desk. “The order will go out with the other daily briefing reports.”

  Pride and satisfaction swelled in Jane’s chest. “I appreciate your faith in me, sir.”

  “I expect you won’t disappoint, Captain.”

  Jane saluted briskly and swung around toward the door. She’d gone a few steps before her father’s voice brought her to a halt.

  “We’ve had some word on your sister.”

  Jane whipped around. “Where is she? What can I do?”

  “She’s still in DC, and right now, there’s nothing you can do.” Graves thrust his chin forward. “By reports, she’s being held in an extremely well-guarded detention center.”

  “Our source is good?”

  “Robbie’s sources are excellent. It’s impossible for a bloated bureaucracy like the one in charge of our country to do anything without leaving a trail. Men, weapons, food, money—all must be requisitioned, and everything leaves a fingerprint.” Graves smiled thinly. “Your brother is well positioned and has made many friends. Guards boast. Aides gossip. Clerks speculate on the contents of the paperwork that passes their desks.”

  “Can he get a message to her?”

  “Not yet. You will best honor your sister by continuing our mission. She has done her part and now it’s time to do ours.”

  Jane’s stomach curdled at the thought of Jennifer held captive. Alone. Even though they’d all been alone since they’d been old enough to leave home and actively pursue their parts in their father’s plans. She’d lived alone, slept alone, and prepared alone. But, always, the others were there. She could reach out to them if she needed to. Every few months, she’d even been able to make physical contact with Robbie or Jenn. Her siblings were her fellow soldiers, her life-support system. To have Jenn severed from her now was akin to losing a limb, and she ached for her. Worst were those fleeting moments when she would forget, when she’d still think if she reached out, Jenn would be there. Then the realization flooded back—Jenn had been taken from her—and the pain rekindled like the phantom burn of a missing part, every bit as agonizing. “There must be some way.”

  “There might be,” her father said. “What we need is the right kind of leverage.”

  She’d learned almost as soon as she could walk that her father’s messages were often cloaked in innuendo and hidden suggestion. He wanted them to think for themselves, to learn to strategize as he did. Now he was waiting for her to make the connections, to put the pieces together. She thought about Jennifer in a cage and forced herself to analyze the problem coolly. What would it take to open the cage door when the jailers had all the power?

  Anticipation swelled in her chest, and the sick feeling in her stomach burned away. “We need something to trade.”

  “Something?”

  “We could threaten an offensive with mass casualties unless she is released.”

  Graves steepled his hands in front of his chest and regarded his oldest child. When she’d been born, he’d been disappointed she hadn’t been a boy, but she’d turned out to be the best soldier of the three. They were all smart, all dedicated, but Jane had a killer’s heart. She didn’t shy away from the ultimate solution. “Such as?”

  “Another biological agent—sarin, perhaps—or explosives targeting a high-density, high-profile objective—Wall Street, the Super Bowl, the Oscars.”

  He nodded. “That might work, although the plan would take time to set up, and we may not have much time. She’ll be moved once they realize they’re not going to get any information from her. Right now, she’s in limbo. Once she’s in the system and more people know about her, the chance of a trade is less likely. After all, they profess not to negotiate with terrorists.”

  “We know that’s not true,” Jane scoffed. “As long as the media doesn’t know, all kinds of bargains are possible.”

  “Let’s assume our window of opportunity is a week, two or three at the outside. What else?”

  “A one-to-one trade would only be possible if we had someone highly valuable as a bargaining chip,” Jane said, thinking as she spoke. She stared at her father. “But what if we had someone they’d have to trade for? Like Blair Powell?”

  “Very possibly. Also very difficult. She’ll probably be as heavily guarded as the president now.” He smiled faintly. “But I think you might be onto something.”

  “I’ll work on it. There has to be a way.”

  “Good. In the meantime, we have a substantial arms deal in the works. I want you to take point on that.”

  “Yes, sir,” Jane said briskly, a sense of purpose replacing the lingering despair. This was what she needed. To be back in the action, with a gun on her hip and a rifle on her shoulder. She’d spent eighteen months undercover in the lab, and she didn’t regret it. She’d been the one with the training to do it, but in her heart, she was a soldier. And now she had the most important mission of her life.

  *

  When Blair woke again it was almost eight a.m. She showered in the bathroom adjoining the guest room and pulled on yet more borrowed clothes. Dressed in a long-sleeved navy T-shirt, dark sweatpants, and thick wool socks, she padded silently through the living room over the gleaming wood floors to the kitchen in search of more coffee. Diane sat in an emerald-green robe at the table where Valerie had been a few hours earlier, sipping tea and scanning her iPad.

  “Morning,” Blair said.

  “Hi. I understand you took care of my girlfriend this morning.”

  “Hardly taking care of her.” Blair poured a fresh cup of coffee and sat down across from Diane. “I just fed her a little bit.”

  “I appreciate it.”

  “Everything okay?”

  Diane raised a shoulder and smiled wryly. “Who knows? She says so.”

  “How about with you?”

  Diane pushed the iPad aside and cradled her cup between her hands. She stared into the tea as if hoping leaves would appear in the bottom of the cup with a message. “I love her. I never expected anyone to touch me the way she does. Not just physically, which is amazing in itself, but…I look at her and I feel things I never knew I could. She makes me ache, she makes me want, and she scares me.”

  “Yeah,” Blair said, “that sounds like love to me. Especially the scary part.”

  “Well, we’re a pair, aren’t we?” Diane laughed softly. “How the hell did we end up with those two?”

  Blair shook her head. “Beats me. I should’ve seduced you a long time ago.”

  Diane smiled over the rim of her cup, her crystal blue eyes warming as she took Blair in. “Oh no, we would’ve killed each other by now.”

  “Maybe. But I’m still glad I have you, hot monkey sex or not. Because I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  “Oh, sweetie.” Diane grasped Blair’s hand and entwined their fingers. “Want to tell me what’s really going on?”

  “I don’t know, and that’s what’s making this so damn hard. Cam’s not doing anything she hasn’t done before, but I just have a really bad feeling—like we’re being drawn into a very dangerous game and I can’t see the shape of it. I feel like I’m fighting an army of ghosts.”

  “Maybe you should leave the fighting to Cam.”

  “I wish I could. But I’m part of the army—I got drafted when my father decided the next step after the governor’s mansion was the White House. I love him, I really do. But his ambition has changed so many lives.”

  “I think that’s part of the job description,” Diane said.

  “I’
m not talking about his role as president. I mean as a man with people who love him.”

  “Would you change him, turn back time—if you could?”

  Blair sighed. “No more than I would Cam. Never. I adore them both, but the cost to everyone…You know Luce is in love with him, right?”

  “I’ve got eyes,” Diane said. “I’m surprised the media hasn’t been playing that tune for years.”

  “They’re probably afraid to. Who wants Luce coming after them?”

  “You’re right about that.” Diane ran the tie of her robe through her fingers, her expression pensive. “You know while he’s a sitting president, they’re not going to do anything about it. She’s far too valuable as his chief of staff. She’d be wasted as First Lady.”

  “God, I didn’t really think about them getting married.” Blair’s heart gave a little turn. She loved Luce, had since she’d been a child, but after her mother’s death, it had been just her and her father against the world. But, to be fair, Luce had always been part of their struggles and triumphs. And she had Cam now. Her father deserved personal happiness too. “Luce as a stepmother. Oh my God.”

  “Well, I don’t see Luce trying to be a mother figure. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

  “I don’t, but now I’m worried for her. If someone wanted to hurt my father, and they couldn’t actually get to him, Luce would be a likely target.”

  “Just like you,” Diane said softly. “I’m sure Cam knows that. And your spookies. They won’t let anything happen to any of you.”

  “I know, I know.” Blair drained her coffee. “Some days I just wish life was simple.”

  “And if it was, you wouldn’t be who you are, and I don’t think you’d be happy.”

  “Probably not, but I wouldn’t mind trying.” Blair gave Diane’s hand a squeeze. “For now, I just want Cam home safe.”

  *

  A loud bang brought Sky jerking upright, reaching to her hip where her gun should be before she even registered her surroundings. Her hand came away empty. The hard body beneath hers tensed, and a hand tightened on her waist. Sky’s heart thudded in her ears as she twisted around on Loren’s lap and scanned the room.

  “It’s okay,” Loren murmured.

  Thin gray light flooded through the open front door and a buxom brunette in tight blue jeans and a clinging pink angora sweater stormed through the bar. “Where is he?”

  “Uh-oh,” Loren murmured. “Stay here.”

  Loren eased Sky to one side and casually strolled into the brunette’s path, blocking the way to the hall at the back of the bar and the warren of rooms in the far rear. “Hi, Tricia. Things went really late last night and Ramsey decided to sleep here rather than wake you up at—”

  “Oh, don’t feed me that bullshit,” the brunette snarled. Her dark eyes would have been beautiful if they weren’t filled with so much venom. Her mouth twisted into an angry line. She pulled a handgun from the front pocket of her leather jacket. “First I’m gonna blow the tits off of the bimbo he’s with, and then I’m going to nail him in the nuts.”

  “Whoa, whoa.” Loren held up her hands. “Just take a minute here, Tricia. You don’t want to go waving that around.”

  “You’re right,” Tricia snapped, pointing the gun squarely in the center of Loren’s chest. “I’m not going to wave it around, I’m going to aim and fire.”

  Sky eased toward the woman, judging the distance between them, needing to get close enough to disarm her without endangering Loren.

  Loren gave a tiny shake of her head and Sky paused, her muscles quivering with the strain of holding back.

  “Look, Trish,” Loren said calmly. “Take a breath. I’ll go get Ramsey for you.”

  “I’ll come with you. I want to see exactly who he’s got back there.”

  “I’m telling you—”

  Tricia waved the gun in a get-going motion. “No more talking. I want to see the snake for myself.”

  “Okay, okay…we’ll find him.”

  Sky watched the two of them disappear into the back and fought the urge to follow. She had to let Loren take control—Loren was the biker, after all, and she was just the old lady. The impotence of the role rankled. She was used to being the one in charge, the one in control. Now she was relegated to the status of a second-class citizen. God, she missed her gun.

  Feigning indifference, she walked around behind the bar and poured herself a glass of orange juice from the refrigerator tucked underneath. The distant sound of shouts carried through the thin plywood walls, but when she didn’t hear a shot, she started to relax. She sipped the orange juice and watched the others begin to stir. Women sat up, their expressions dazed, their hair disheveled, and their makeup smeared. Men labored to their feet and shambled to the bar as if drawn by an invisible force.

  “Pull me a beer, will you, baby,” a heavyset bearded guy with scraggly brown hair muttered as he leaned on the bar. He smelled like he’d slept in his clothes for a week.

  Sky drew a draft and slid it in front of him.

  “I didn’t get your name,” he rasped.

  “Red.”

  “So you’d rather suck pussy than dick, Red?”

  She smiled and saluted him with her OJ. “Any day.”

  He grunted and drained half the beer. “That McElroy always has been a lucky bastard.”

  That moment, Loren emerged from the back hallway. “What’s that you’re saying about me, Spike?”

  “I was saying to your old lady here you’ve always been lucky. Remember last year when three of the guys got picked up? You were supposed to be on that run, but your bike blew a tire before you could leave.”

  “Yeah. Close call.” Loren edged around behind the bar and up to Sky. She kissed the back of her neck and slid an arm around her waist. Spike’s attention immediately shifted to them, as she’d hoped.

  “You ready to get out of here, baby?” Loren nuzzled Sky’s ear.

  Sky’s nipples tightened with a will of their own and everything below her waist pulsated. God, she’d been aroused for hours, and her body felt as if it might shatter with a single stroke in the right place. She dropped her head back onto Loren’s shoulder and kissed her neck. “More than ready.”

  “Fuck. Lucky bastard,” Spike muttered and staggered back toward the hopeful he’d been tangled up in the night before.

  Sky swiveled around and kissed Loren hard. “I want out of here, now.”

  Loren fisted Sky’s hair and kissed her back. “My place.”

  “Yes,” Sky whispered.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Hey, McElroy!” Ramsey called just as Loren and Sky reached the front door on their way out of the Rooster. “Can I talk to you for a minute.”

  Loren kept her arm around Sky’s waist and turned, facing Ramsey at the back of the long bar. “Sure, Prez.”

  Ramsey grinned, his arm draped over Tricia’s shoulders. Gone was the raging homicidal Valkyrie—now Tricia resembled a well-fed cat, a contented expression on her face as she pressed to his side, one hand clenching his wide leather belt. Luckily, Ramsey had been alone when Loren had led Tricia back to the room he kept in the members-only area. Whatever he’d said—or done—after Loren left the two of them alone had seemed to satisfy his old lady.

  Loren kissed Sky and patted her on the ass. “Go ahead, baby. Take off.”

  Sky slid her hand behind Loren’s neck, gripped her hair, and kissed her back, plastering her body to Loren’s. Sky’s breath was warm as it curled over Loren’s ear. “I’m staying.”

  “Watch yourself,” Loren muttered. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Take your time,” Sky said offhandedly, loud enough that Ramsey would hear.

  Loren hesitated, a little breathless from the unexpected kiss. Sky managed to keep her off balance, and ordinarily that would be a problem. Hell, it was a problem. But she couldn’t bring herself to mind. Sky had felt too good curled up in her lap in the dark hours of the night. Warm and soft and incongruously fragile,
when Loren knew that wasn’t true at all. No matter who Sky was, friend or foe, she was a dangerous, potentially deadly woman. All the same, Sky had been undeniably vulnerable as she’d slept, and she’d let Loren see her that way. The trust she’d put in Loren moved her more than anything had since her mother had reassured her that her family would always believe in her. Since that phone call a lifetime ago, Loren hadn’t let anyone close enough to trust or be trusted.

  And as much as she knew they were only playing their parts in the charade her life had become, she wanted the game to go on. She could still feel Sky’s warm breath against her neck, the sensation so exquisite she’d been more satisfied than her casual sexual encounters had ever managed. She’d been naked with women who hadn’t provided the pleasure she’d experienced just drawing Sky’s hair through her fingers. As she’d slowly sifted the deep red strands, feeling Sky’s heart beat against her own, the press of Sky’s fingertips against the bare skin of her throat had eventually become the sole focus of sensation in her body, until those small points of pleasure had magnified and filled her. Until Sky was all she knew. Even now, pleasure coiled deep inside, and she had the urge to bend her head and take another kiss. She didn’t want to walk away, didn’t want to leave Sky alone.

  Sky pulled away and sauntered down the length of the bar until she was only a few feet from Ramsey. He watched her approach with predatory interest. She edged a hip onto a bar stool, crossed her legs, and smiled. “I guess you know why I’m here.”

  “I heard,” Ramsey said.

  “Is today a good time?”

  His eyes narrowed, and Tricia suddenly focused on Sky as if sizing her up for dinner. Loren couldn’t figure out what the hell Sky was doing, but antagonizing Ramsey or Tricia was not a good idea. She strode past Sky and blocked her from Ramsey’s line of sight.