The Protector of Ambra (Mercenaries of Fortune, #5)
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“So you’re God now?”
“No. If I were God, I wouldn’t be here with you assholes. But the logic remains. Whether I’m telling the truth or not, when you run through all the options, you’re better off believing me and taking the money, than not.”
In the middle of this eschatological debate, wheels screeched behind him. Pierce pivoted with his gun raised as another round of lightning tore through his knee. Headlights blared down on him. He squinted, waiting for his eyes to adjust. “We were just coming to an agreement. Tell your friend in the truck to calm down.”
Bazooka Joe hadn’t answered. He was too busy locking and loading. If Joe was shooting at the driver, then Pierce needed to be shooting at Joe. In one jerky move, Pierce aimed center mass at the man. The bazooka dropped. Pierce made a run for it, leaping over the crumpled man for the weapon.
“Behind you, Pierce!”
Lord love that fucking woman. Melody rolled up in a red half truck, half tractor contraption. His attention wasn’t on her though. Married guy trudged up the gangway, arms loaded with cash. He looked at his groaning comrade and blanched.
Pierce nodded. “Take your money and go. It’s a nice day out. Leave the car. Take the scenic route home.” The man nodded harder than a bobblehead in a Boston taxi, and then zoomed past him and Melody’s tractor, waddling under the weight of his good fortune.
Pierce stepped over and nudged Bazookaless Joe with his foot. “Sit up. You’ll live. Put pressure on it...yep, right there. Cops will be here soon. In prison, read a few books on Pascal and basic logic. You’ll have all the time in the world to recognize the error of your ways.”
Melody punched the horn. “Gloat later? I mean, you’re cute when you’re cocky—”
“Really?”
“But we’ve got a flight to catch, big man, and I am really jonesing for those first-class seats you promised.”
He rotated his finger in the air. “Wheel her around. Let’s go home.”
Pierce hitched a ride on the ledge of her tow tractor as she carried them on to safety. In the distance, he could just make out married guy jumping a fence with the cash hugged tight to his chest. Pierce wished him well. The counterfeits were some of the best he’d seen. He liked the man’s odds of living the high life for a while.
Melody drove them to their trusty jeep, but Pierce couldn’t quite let go of the bazooka yet.
“We can’t take it with us,” she said.
“I know. I’ve just always wanted to shoot one of these things. This is my last taste of adventure for a long time, girl.” From here on out, his adventures, he hoped, would include Melody and stop firmly at the bedroom door. Until then, he shouldered the bazooka, aimed at the other cars in the lot and damn near cried with the glorious satisfaction of blowing shit up.
Chapter Fourteen
Melody squeezed her eyes shut, completely unbelieving of the last few hours of her life. She’d never been a fan of adventure movies before. No point in watching them now. She’d lived one and had the scars to prove it. She had the dude too.
She dropped her head on Pierce’s shoulder as he spoke softly with the Mexican federal authorities on his cell phone.
Opening her eyes didn’t end the movie of her life. She was on the cushiest sofa on Earth with a glass of champagne in hand, waiting for their flight to take off. This whole time, she’d thought flying first class meant more wiggle room. Instead, she was in something classier, roomier and all-around better than her entire apartment. This was like the freaking captain’s quarters on Star Trek, complete with personal widescreen television.
She shouldn’t be here. No money. No passport. No name. Yet he’d managed to do the impossible once again.
She flipped channels on the TV until she saw a smiling friar appear. He stood in front of a monastery that she’d only seen from a distance. Numbers with a lot of zeros crossed the screen. She looked back at a winking Pierce.
He covered his cell’s microphone with his thumb and rotated the ice pack on his knee. “Told you I’d make good on it. Do you need me to translate or...”
“Cocky again.”
He nodded and went back to his call. They’d both come here to find something missing and instead found each other. In a weird and crazy way, her search for truth and justice led her into the arms of a noble thief.
She meant to stay in those arms. Everything about him left her wanting to know more. What sort of organization created a man like this – one who knew art as well as he knew combat? He was a modern day knight, legitimately saving damsels in distress.
Pierce ended the call and knuckled her chin. “What are you smiling about?”
She answered with a kiss. “Thank you for getting my phone back.”
He took his time pulling away, trapping her bottom lip between his teeth with a low growl. “I did a few other things for you too. Will I get kisses for all of those?”
“Sí. I was going to make you wait for them but...” She shrugged and drew him close. “To hell with it. Kiss me now.”
And for the rest of the flight, he did just that.
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Also by Lyn Brittan
Mercenaries of Fortune
The Knight of Ambra (Brant and Michaela)
The Sergeant of Ambra (Eric and Glori)
Duke of Ambra (Kent and Elena)
The Soldier of Ambra (Anderson and Kendall)
The Protector of Ambra (Pierce and Melody)
The Betrayer of Ambra (Remington and Lisa)
The SEAL of Ambra (Ethan and Ava)
Dirty Djinn
The Genie’s Witch (Tig and Dinah)
A Genie’s Love (Faruq and Cassia)
The Cowboy Genie’s Wife (Fazil and Rosa)
Outer Settlement Agency
Solia’s Moon (Giancarlo and Solia)
Anja’s Star (Retzi and Anja)
Quinn’s Quasar (Prio and Quinn)
Lana’s Comet (Cyprus and Lana)
Vin’s Rules (Vin and Allie)
Maricar’s Gamble (Dario and Maricar)
Waters of London
The Clocks of London (Patrick and Moira)
The Doctor of London (Kennerick and Lady Hala)
Balloc Manor
Of Magic and Engineering (Roland and Prudence)
Of Machinery and Thievery (Liam and Suzette)
About the Author
Lyn grew up wanting to live like her heroes, James Bond and Indiana Jones. She wasn't totally successful and never had to shoot her way out of a hotel bedroom. She's still coming to terms with it. Awards and woot-woots include: USA Today Bestseller, 2013 and 2014 Galaxy Award Winner.
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