All Knighter

by Em Petrova

  He threw himself forward and hit the man from behind, launching them both onto the pavement. The air hung with the scent of yeast from the nearby bakery, but Sean’s nose flooded with the reek of sweat and fear.

  “Don’t fucking move,” he growled as he whipped the man’s wrists together, and with one jerk of his hand, bound them with a zip-tie the Knight Ops preferred.

  “You got me out of bed with a very beautiful woman, asshole, and I’m not going to go easy on you,” he said to the man glaring up at him from one eye. He tightened the tie until the flesh swelled around the plastic—he couldn’t risk the guy getting free.

  “I got him on the ground,” he said to his team.

  “What the fuck? Thunder?” His brother Chaz sounded stunned.

  “No, it’s Santa Clause. Did you assholes think I’d abandon you?” He kept a knee in the man’s back. “Name,” he demanded.

  “Fuck off.” Damn, the guy’s English was better than his own. No wonder he’d managed to fit in undetected among the Americans for a decade.

  Using only a portion of his strength, Sean hauled the man to his feet. “Walk nicely now. I don’t want to have to take out my weapon. Then again, you did fuck up a very enjoyable experience.”

  When the man didn’t budge, Sean kicked his Achilles. The Russian groaned and slowly trundled forward.

  Sean led the criminal to the back of the El Camino and depressed a button to raise the tonneau cover over the truck bed. The cover lifted, revealing a tool box big enough to fit a man.

  The Russian tensed. “You don’t plan to put me in there, do you?”

  He looked over the Russian’s physique. Yeah, he’d fit, no problem.

  Sean contemplated the scars on his face, probably put there by the people he’d failed. Yet there were more open areas of skin than scars, which meant he’d had a successful career. Now it was at an end.

  “Yes, I fucking do intend to put you in there. Did you think you were getting a cushy ride to the airport?” He dragged the man a few more inches to the back of the vehicle and pushed up the lid of the toolbox. “See? Lots of space. Breathing room, we’ll call it. Except you’ll be gagged.” He one-handedly removed a bandana from his back pocket, ignoring the faint whiff of perfume clinging to the fibers.

  “Smells like a cheap whore,” the Russian spat before Sean stuffed it in his mouth.

  He glared at the spy, who stood two inches shorter. “Not nice to talk about a lady like that. Now get in the box.”

  He stood there unmoving just as Ben and Chaz careened around the corner and skidded to a stop by the El Camino.

  “Now it’s three against one. I know you don’t like those odds. Get in the box.” Sean’s voice grated with authority.

  Ben and Chaz closed in, reaching for the Russian. Chaz used a short bungee cord around his mouth to hold in the bandana Sean had stuffed inside. Then the two lifted him bodily and dropped him into the box.

  Sean stared at the man impassively. In the past few months he’d been part of Operation Freedom Flag Southern US division, or OFFSUS, he’d seen and done some wild shit, but this guy deserved far worse than transport in his toolbox.

  Sean moved to close the lid, but the man kept his ankle on the edge. “Move it or I’ll smash it. We weren’t told to deliver you whole—just alive.”

  So much hate burned from the man’s eyes as Sean bound his feet as well.

  “You never told me your name,” Sean said in a deadly, low Russian with a perfect accent. The guy’s eyes widened minutely at Sean’s use of his native tongue. “But you don’t need to. Say goodnight, Aleksandr Polakoff.”

  He slammed the lid and turned to his brothers and fellow teammates.

  Ben raked his fingers through his hair. “Jesus, Sean.”

  Without a word, Sean circled to the driver’s side and got behind the wheel. Through the open window, he heard Ben giving Chaz orders to meet up with the rest of the team and follow. Then Ben slid in, riding shotgun.

  Sean pulled into the street.

  “Where the hell have you been?” Ben demanded.

  “Occupied. Won’t happen again, Captain.” He really did feel damn bad that Knight Ops had begun this mission without him, solely because he couldn’t untie Alisha, make sure she was okay, dress and arrive in time.

  “Damn straight you will or I’ll have you court-martialed and shot.” Ben’s tone was the no-nonsense bark of a captain, not a big brother. And Sean couldn’t blame him. The team’s success and safety depended on them all doing their jobs.

  “I know it’s all bluff.” Sean shot him a sidelong look.

  Ben didn’t glance away from the windshield. “Try me.”

  Silence descended as they rolled through the Louisiana streets, the lights of businesses switched off and leaving only shadowed storefronts.

  “Why the hell was Polakoff in the Big Easy anyway?” Sean asked after a spell.

  “Who the hell knows. Must be meeting someone.”

  “Who tipped off OFFSUS?”

  Ben lifted a shoulder and let it fall. The action could be a shrug or Ben’s signature move when he felt uncomfortable about answering a question. Not unusual in the Knight family, considering their positions.

  “Guess we’ll hear it all when we debrief.”

  “Yeah.” Ben sat silent for another block or two. Finally, he said, “So how tall was she?”

  Sean grinned. “A gentleman never talks.” His mind was thick with images of the sultry Alisha, long-limbed and strung up, about to be seduced out of her pretty little mind. He’d been seeing her for a month or so, and to say their nights were hot was like calling a Marine a wimp.

  “You bringing her to the cabin this weekend?”

  Now it was time for Sean to shift his shoulders in a semblance of an uncommitted shrug. Though he’d been considering taking Alisha to the family cabin to meet his maman and pére, he wasn’t sure they were at that level yet. Besides, Knights were playboys.

  “I’ve thought about bringing her,” he said finally. “If we’re actually at the cabin, that is.” The Knight brothers were first and foremost defenders of their country. While based in the South, they’d found themselves flown off the grid, gaining more notoriety than Seal Team 6 the past few months.

  “Yeah, might not be good idea to bring her just yet.”

  Sean nodded, eyes directed on the road leading to the base where they’d unload the baggage in the back.

  “You did good back there, Sean. But you know I have to tell Jackson that you were late to the scene.”

  He grunted. “Second in command’s usually the fuck-up, so he’ll be expecting it.”

  The gates opened, and he rolled through, followed by the black SUV driven by the rest of the team. The next hours consisted of every word of the story coming out. When Colonel Jackson got Sean alone, the intimidating officer gave him the cold stare that typically made a Marine’s gonads crawl inside and seek shelter.

  Standing at attention, Sean stared back.

  “At ease, Knight. I hear you were late to the party.”

  “With all respect, sir, I was the party. I captured Polakoff.”

  He narrowed his eyes at Sean. “You Knight brothers are all the same—mouthy. Your parents raise you to be mouthy, Knight?”

  “No, sir. Had my mouth washed out with soap more days than I can count.”

  Colonel Jackson grunted. “That El Camino’s pretty damn good for hauling prisoners.”

  He grinned. “Yes, sir.”

  Long seconds passed. Sean had been sized up many times in his lifetime, and he knew when a man was assessing him. Colonel Jackson was damn good at making a Marine shake in his boots, if Sean was the boot-shaking type.

  “What do you want for yourself, Knight?”

  He blinked. “Sir?”

  “What are your goals? And you better not give me that bullshit Ben did when he said he wanted to golf, fish and fuck.”

  Sean smirked. “I love me some catfishin’, sir. Can’t deny it.
” His Cajun drawl was even more pronounced when talking about the things he loved.

  “Catfishin’. Hmm. I’d say you love hunting the ladies too.” He gave Sean’s shoulder a sniff. “Do you have aspirations of your own team someday?”

  He jolted. “My own team?”

  “Leading your own team. Taking control.”

  Mind whirling, Sean wondered if the colonel had learned to dig into a man’s psyche or if he was in this superior position because he knew how to do it. Since his second tour, Sean had thought of pushing for that top spot in the food chain, but since being recruited to OFFSUS, he hadn’t given it much thought.

  “You’re damn good at strategy, Knight.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “There might be something opening up for you in the months to come. Be sure your tardiness doesn’t hamper that. Dismissed.”

  Sean gave a stiff salute, but his heart was pounding out of time. His own team? Leading men of his own?

  He walked out of Jackson’s office and started down the corridor. Dylan suddenly flanked him. “Okay, bro?”

  “Yeah.” He held out his fisted hand and Dylan brushed his knuckles against his. Sean had to get out of here. Besides needing to think on Jackson’s words, he had a beautiful woman who deserved an end to what they’d started.

  “Does Ben need anything else, because I’m going to jam.”

  “Nah, go on. She shouldn’t be kept waiting.” Dylan raised his chin in farewell to Sean and dropped back to speak with Chaz, who was emerging from another office.

  As he sailed through the streets to reach Alisha, Sean didn’t think about the spy who’d occupied the toolbox just hours before. He could only think of one thing—a certain sultry vixen.

  At her place, he used the key she’d shown him hidden among a potted fern and let himself in. The place was silent, dark. His balls ached in anticipation, fueled by the adrenaline rush of the mission he’d just completed.

  Fucking after a battle was a high unlike any other, and even if she had no clue what he did for a living, she could benefit from his adrenaline woody.

  He pushed open the bedroom door and peeked in. His breath caught at the sight of her legs in the air and another man balls-deep in his girl.

  She looked over the man’s shoulder at Sean and gasped, trying to scramble into another, less raunchy position. But it was too late—Sean’s emotions were already switched off.

  “Oh my God, Sean!”

  He only stared at her face, not giving a fuck what the other man looked like. “Guess I’m not taking you home to Maman.” He twisted away to go.

  “Wait, Sean. I didn’t think you were coming back.”

  He kept walking, his heart a block of ice. “That’s exactly the problem.” He tossed her key on the coffee table on the way past and slammed the door behind him.

  As he got behind the wheel of his El Camino, he realized why he’d told Ben he wasn’t ready to bring her to the cabin—the connection wasn’t strong enough. He had no idea what a true relationship should feel like, but having a woman eager for him to return was number one on his list.

  Ben’s woman Dahlia had tracked him down and hopped a flight to New York City to be with him the night before they flew out on one of the most dangerous missions Sean had ever survived. There would be plenty more like it… but who would be here to give a damn if he returned?

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  Em Petrova was raised by hippies in the wilds of Pennsylvania but told her parents at the age of four she wanted to be a gypsy when she grew up. She has a soft spot for babies, puppies and 90s Grunge music and believes in Bigfoot and aliens. She started writing at the age of twelve and prides herself on making her characters larger than life and her sex scenes hotter than hot.

  She burst into the world of publishing in 2010 after having five beautiful bambinos and figuring they were old enough to get their own snacks while she pounds away at the keys. In her not-so-spare time, she is fur-mommy to a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff and works as editor with USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors.

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