Chapter 2
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RADLEY MOORE ENTEREDthe numerical code into the keypad lock, opening her front door, and breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped inside.She never would’ve expected to get tangled up in her own troubles again, but here she was—watching her back just after she’d bought her first place in Seattle and taken a new, full-time position with Shadow Security.
The anonymous texts she’d gotten earlier were vague, but she’d show them to the boss man.The last thing she needed were threats to her affecting the men she’d be working with.At the moment?She wanted a few minutes to decompress and soothe her frayed nerves.
Crossing the sleek foyer of her luxury condo, she dropped her leather backpack onto the table, running a hand through her long, dark hair, and unzipped her heeled, black boots.She breezed into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.Stainless steel appliances and granite countertops gleamed before her, and a brief smile crossed her face.She’d worked her ass off over the years to save up for her first home, and she’d done it—made a hefty down payment, taken out a mortgage, and moved in.
She took another swig of water and let her eyes sweep over the space, taking in the fancy coffee maker, toaster oven, and other small appliances lining the counters.Everything was brand new, and in a sense, it felt like this was also a new start for her—a second lease on life.While she hadn’t imagined herself ending up in the Pacific Northwest, here she was.
Home sweet home.
Except Radley wasn’t safe here either.
She briefly looked up to the ceiling, the frustration and pain from previous years nearly overwhelming her.She’d made it this far and wouldn’t ever go down without fighting.No one would snatch away her hard-won success or freedom.
And blaming her for the wrongdoings of others?That was also ahell no.
Irritation roiled through her at the texts she’d received.Nothing like dredging up the past to heap a steaming pile of bad memories on her.
After separating from the government, Radley had been taking freelance jobs with her sister from their vast network of contacts.They’d had a number of successful years working together, except Riley was happy in Oahu now.Radley could hear the excitement in her sister’s voice every time they spoke.The job she was working was big, but the other changes coming were even bigger.Her sister was clearly in love with the man she was seeing—Sawyer “Saint” Collins.Riley and Sawyer were almost like two magnets drawn together.They were total opposites upon first glance, but once they were flipped around?Nothing would separate them.
It was tough to know her sister wouldn’t be back, but it had also given Radley the encouragement she needed to take a leap of her own.She’d met Shadow Security founder Jett Hutchinson years ago while serving overseas, gathering intelligence in the Middle East.At the time, Jett’s Delta Force team had worked in a joint operation with Radley and her colleagues, tracking down a high-value target, or HVT, and bringing him to justice.It was quite a small world to reconnect with Jett all these years later, half a world away.He’d introduced her to Holt Blackwell, and that was that.Radley was now working out of Seattle with the Shadow Ops: Bravo Team.
Radley and her sister were both former government operatives.They’d run assets, collected intelligence, and spent a substantial amount of time overseas.It had been good—until it hadn’t.Radley had been burned by a colleague and needed to fly back to the States ASAP to get out of danger.Riley had been livid, departing with Radley under the cover of night.
She still recalled their conversation years ago, after they were safely back in the States, the fallout from the betrayal making Radley’s future crumble right before her eyes.
“And what would we do if we quit the agency?”Radley asked in a hushed tone, anger coursing through her bloodstream.
Riley’s eyes flashed, reflecting her own feelings of anger.“We start freelancing.Taking side jobs.Doing our own thing, making our own rules.”
A feeling of resolve washed over Radley.Warm.Sure.Steady.Confidence bloomed in her chest.She and Riley were equipped to complete ops in a way most others never would be.They had training others could only dream of.Skills.Knowledge.Connections.
They’d take on jobs themselves—and they’d bring in the man who’d wronged her.
Reality crashed back into her.While the man who’d betrayed her was in jail, Radley was still being targeted.Watched.Likely by her attacker’s friends.This was hardly how she’d planned to start her new job, but that was neither here nor there.The irony of the Shadow Ops team working covert ops wasn’t lost on her.Maybe the man taunting her thought she really was with a regular security firm.He might assume her coworkers had some beef and brawn but no cloak and dagger skills.
And that was where he was dead wrong.
She’d find out who was taunting her and end him as well, wrapping up her past with a neat little bow.Onward and upward.