She just hadn’t been prepared to be double-crossed by Gaia Moore.
Still fingering the coarse hair of the wig, Tatiana sat down on the closest bed and tried to remain calm. She tried to stop herself from picturing the events of the evening over and over and over again. Reliving the nightmare was not going to help her deal with it. It wasn’t going to bring her mother back to her. There was only one thing that would. She had to make Gaia talk. Gaia was the only person who knew where her mother was—who knew who the men were that had taken her.
From their uniform fighting tactics, it was clear they belonged to some government agency, and considering Tom Moore’s affiliation with the CIA, Tatiana assumed it was them. But that meant nothing to her. It wasn’t as if she were privy to all the CIA’s secret interrogation facilities. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed Gaia. Unfortunately, she knew that the self-righteous, egotistical, bitch on a mission was never going to help her.
What Tatiana needed was a plan.
Taking a deep breath, she gathered her blond hair up on top of her head and pulled the wig on over it. It was tight, but all the better. She tugged at the temples, then walked over to the full-length mirror that was attached to the back of the door, suddenly hyperaware of the cold steel against the skin of her back. When she saw her reflection, she smiled slowly. It was perfect—a total transformation.
Tatiana pulled her gun out of her waistband, hoisted it, and aimed it at her reflection, her arms straight and locked at the elbow. She barely even recognized herself. Tatiana smirked, brought the gun to her mouth and blew across the tip of the barrel. Whatever her plan might turn out to be, Gaia would never see her coming.
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