Love and Let Die

Chapter Eighteen

Charlie felt her heart nearly stop as Ian took her hand. Everything had gone wrong, and she wasn’t even sure what the hell had happened. One minute the world was fairly calm and the next it was all going to Hell in a hand basket. Around her people were rushing either toward the stairs or to the side of the boat where they could watch the damage about to happen.

“We have to get you someplace safe, baby. I don’t want him to know you’re here.” He started leading her down the steps to the lower decks. He pulled her hard, forcing her to look away from the water view where she could plainly see ships coming toward the starboard side of the yacht. She’d counted two medium-sized ships, all with full crews and, she suspected, full armaments.

“He already knows I’m here. Can’t we outrun them?”

The king shook his head. “We’re too big. These are Somali pirates. They’re quick and efficient in these waters. They’ll be on us in a minute.” He barked out orders in Hindi, and four armed guards showed up.

They stepped up to the side of the boat and began to fire, raining down bullets on the incoming boats.

The world became a cacophony of gunfire as the guards began to defend the yacht. Ian dropped down, hauling her with him and covering her body with his.

The king was on one knee beside them. Chaos seemed to have taken over the boat. Feminine screams were punctuated by volleys of staccato gunfire. She managed to peek out from under Ian’s arm and saw one of the guards being peppered with bullets, his gun falling, arms flying back before he dropped to the deck and the blood began to flow.

Nelson was here. God, he was here and this time he wouldn’t pretend to kill her. This time he would try to kill them all.

“We need to get to the speedboat,” Ian said, his voice the only calm thing in the world, it seemed to Charlie.

The king shook his head. “No. I must get the research. All will be lost if I don’t get my computer. If he’s taken out the rig, then this is all we have left. I have Internet on the boat. I can at least send it out. I have to do this. This kind of technology could save the world.”

She could feel how tense Ian was. He turned to the king as he spoke. “I don’t care about saving the fucking world right now or giving it a freaking gift. I care about getting my wife off this floating tomb.”

Sean had a P90 in his hand. He’d grabbed it from the fallen guard. “I’ll take him. You get Charlie off the boat.”

“Sean,” Ian started.

A world of willpower was plain on Sean Taggart’s face. “No. I’m taking Nelson out. I’m doing it for my wife and my daughter, and you can’t stop me, brother. There are other ways off this boat and I’ll find one. Go.”

The king nodded. “I have another small boat for emergencies. We will do this and then attempt to leave ourselves. You take her. Taral shouldn’t have gotten to the garage yet. The speedboat should still be on the port side. Get her to Taral. I trust him. His family has served mine for generations. He will take care of this. I swear it. Tell him his king commands this.”

Ian cursed heartily and touched the device in his ear. “Simon, are you there?”

She was close enough that she could just barely hear the reply. “It’s Knight, Tag. Simon’s already on his way if he didn’t break his neck getting to the water. I hope he can swim as well as he thinks he can. Ten is on his way to the beach, and I’m in communications with Indian authorities. You’ll have backup soon.”

“Is the speedboat on the port side of the ship ready to go?” Ian asked.

“That appears to be an affirmative. The minute the gunfire started, the driver fired up the boat again. He seems to be waiting for someone, probably the king.”

“Charlie’s coming in. Tell Ten to commandeer the boat when it hits the beach and get his ass out here if he can.” Ian stood, helping her up. “We have to hurry. They’re closing in. Keep your head down, baby. Sean, I’ll come back for you. Stay alive.”

“I don’t intend to be any other way.” Sean was already moving toward the interior of the yacht. “Come on, Your Highness. Let’s go grab our only bargaining chip.”

Sean disappeared down the stairs with the king following him.

Ian was moving to the port side of the boat where they’d first boarded.

A woman rushed by them, screaming as she ran for the cabins.

Jumping to the lower deck, Ian turned back and held his arms up. Without a single hesitation, she leapt into them. The speedboat was still in the water with Taral standing at the helm.

“I need you to get her out of here,” Ian said.

“Where is the king?” Taral asked, looking at the decks above.

“He’s taking care of business. Just get her to shore so I can take care of mine.” He started to push her toward the boat.

“You’re not coming with me?” It was a stupid question. She’d known it the minute the words came out of her mouth.

“Baby, I don’t even have a gun right now. I can’t protect you while I try to find one. Please.”

He couldn’t leave his brother behind. She understood that. Sean had come here to back him up. Sean had a kid. Ian felt responsible for Sean. He wasn’t picking Sean over her. He simply couldn’t help his brother while she was in danger. He was just being Ian Taggart.

She had to love him for who he was.

She kissed him, throwing her arms around his neck. “I love you. Stay safe.”

“The king is staying?” Taral asked. “He is remaining on board?”

Ian stared down at her, but he spoke to Taral. “Get her out of here and I’ll go protect your king. He told me to tell you he commands this.”

Taral nodded and held a hand out to help her on board. He gunned the engine.

Charlie watched as Ian began making his way back to the upper decks. His body moved with a predatory grace as he made swift work of the stairs. He disappeared into the main deck cabins.

She needed to get to the shore, get to Simon. They would find a way to help Ian and Sean.

The speedboat was damn fast when Taral opened it up.

Which he wasn’t. He eased the boat out and then made a swinging turn away from the beach.

“What are you doing?”

He shook his head sadly even as he pulled out a Taser. “What I have to do, pretty one, though I wish the king was here as well. I love my king, but I love my head on my body, too.”

Panic threatened to seize her. They were going the wrong way. They were going toward the pirates and the gunfire was slowing. That really wasn’t a good thing because she was pretty sure it meant that most of the guards on the boat were dead and all the pirates had to do was jump on board and start slaughtering people.

She had to make a move and fast. She had to hope that fucking Taser’s darts didn’t have much reach. Turning, she began to jump and then a shock hit her.

Her teeth clenched, her body shook. Out of control. No stop to the pain. It raced along, screaming against her every nerve.

She hit the deck of the boat, trying to get some control over anything as electricity made her body a vessel of pain.

The boat kept moving. With the darts attached to her back, it seemed like Taral didn’t feel the need to guard her. From her vantage point, she could see the big driver turning the boat toward the very man she’d been trying to get away from.

Tears squeezed out of her eyes as the pain began to fade. She was limp, her muscles drained and unmoving.

And couldn’t her husband have included a freaking cover-up with the ensemble? It was stupid, but it went through her head. God, she didn’t want to become a prisoner in a white, barely could be called a bikini.

The gunfire was sporadic now, little volleys and small explosions. She could hear shouting in several different languages.

The sun shined down on her. The beach would have been a good place to have a honeymoon. They hadn’t had a honeymoon.

She’d been too busy dying.

The boat stopped moving, and there was a soft thud as though they were brushing against something. Then the boat listed to one side and settled back into place.

A shadow fell across her and she blinked. She couldn’t see who was looking down.

“Hello, my dear,” Eli Nelson said, his voice a familiar nightmare. “I see you’ve met my friend. He’s got a bit of a gambling problem, and unfortunately he can’t play in the reputable establishments anymore. A couple of months ago, he lost a hundred thousand to one of your uncle’s casinos. It’s such a small world really.”

His hand came out, brushing against the flesh of her chest. His fingertips circled the scar that was left from the gunshot wound he’d given her. “This is beautiful, dear. I always wanted to see it on you. Such lovely scars. I can give you more. I know what you want now. You want pain. Consider me your new best friend. Now, what do you say we go kill that husband of yours?”

Charlie tried to scream as he picked her up. Nothing came out but a strangled cry.

* * * *

The feel of metal in his hand was a welcome sensation. Ian checked the cartridge on his SIG and carefully sidestepped the dead bodies on the deck. He’d managed to collect a couple of handguns, including both his and Sean’s and he’d strapped a dropped P90 around his chest.

He moved toward the stairs to the lower decks where Sean and the king had disappeared.

Or he could take up a sniper position and end everything. Sure the percentages would play out badly for him, but if he could take out Nelson first, one threat would be handled.

And his wife would be alone. Sean couldn’t run with her, couldn’t hide her. He might try and then the syndicate would come down on all their heads.

Fuck. He had a weakness now. He didn’t like the feeling. It was easier when all that mattered was the kill, when all he wanted was Nelson’s head on a platter, but he’d found something he needed so much more.

A future with her, and he had to stay alive to have that.

Where the hell was the office?

“Lay down your weapons, Mr. Taggart.”

Fuck. He turned and saw one of the bathing beauties from earlier. She was a tall blonde, and she’d managed to find her top. Not that she needed a bra. Those fake tits weren’t going anywhere. The king had terrible taste in women. Especially since this one was working for Nelson. “Easy there.”

She held a pistol on him, her legs in a wide stance, both hands on the grip. “I would shoot you here, but I believe my employer would rather do this himself. Poor King Kashmir. He cannot tell a Swedish accent from a Russian one. He is not as smart as he thinks.”

Nope. The king was a dumbass who thought with his dick, and his dick was an idiot. But it looked like Ian was the one who would pay the price.

Where was Charlie now? Had she made it to the shore? God, he hoped she was on the beach and Ten was moving her completely out of harm’s way.

Would she forgive him for staying on the boat? Would she see that he had to take care of this or Nelson would never stop?

He tossed down the SIG and held both hands up, a sign of defeat he didn’t feel. All he needed was a second of her guard being let down. This wasn’t the way he wanted to go to Nelson since the fucker, if he had a brain in his head, would just shoot his ass, but he would figure his way out of anything because he wasn’t about to die now and leave his wife behind. If he died, she wouldn’t be very far behind. Even if he took out Nelson, if Ian didn’t survive, Charlie would still be at risk. He had to fucking find a way to stay alive.

“Come out here, Mr. Taggart.” How could anyone mistake that accent? “My employer is about to board the yacht. I’m sure he will pay me handsomely for having taken you to him.”

He estimated the distance he would need to swat that gun out of her hand. He saw it play out in his head. He would move forward, pretending to be ready to do what she asked. His head would be down, but at the last minute, he would swivel, bringing his foot up, catching her in the gut. It would throw her off and the gun would fall, and he would be quicker than her.

“I’m coming out.”

“Take that gun from around your neck,” she commanded.

Before he could move there was the ping of a pistol, and he felt something fly by him, nearly burning the flesh on his left bicep.

The tall blonde’s fake tits couldn’t stop a bullet. She should have thought about that when she upgraded. Ian could see it. Fake tits that protected the chest from bullets. It could be the next big thing in spy plastic surgery. Nevertheless, the Russian discovered that silicone couldn’t save her. A bright red spot bloomed on her chest, and she fell forward with a look on her face no model should ever have.

Ian turned, looking for Sean. He found Jiang Kun, a smirk on her lips.

“You so owe me, Tag. Pick up that damn SIG.” She suddenly sounded like she was straight off the streets of New York. “Don’t you dare shoot me. Talk to Ten. There’s a reason I didn’t kill you just now. I’m a double. Let’s play nice.”

He grabbed the SIG, wondering what all Ten wasn’t telling him. “What happened to your guard?”

“He’s taking a nice nap.” She stepped to the stairs. “Get down here, Tag. Nelson’s coming on board, and we need to ambush him if we have a shot at this.”

“Why should I trust you?” Why the hell would she work with him? Why wouldn’t she just kill him and take the prize? Nelson might think she was just one of the king’s playthings and leave her alone.

“I told you. I’m Agency. My twin sister was MSS. Our mother smuggled me out at birth rather than abort me, but she kept in touch with my American family. When I found out my sister had been recruited, I joined the Agency to try to get her out. I found her and tried to bring her with me to the States. She told me everything. She never wanted this life, but they forced it on her. Her escape went wrong and she died in my arms and I took her place. I’m spying for Ten on the inside of MSS now. He doesn’t know I’m on board, though, or he might have contacted me to tell me to look for you.” She smiled a little. “She liked you, Tag. My sister said she didn’t have to fake it with you.”

If she wasn’t lying through her teeth, then that was a hell of a story. “She still shot my ass.”

“She shot your chest, Tag.” Jiang Kun, or whatever her name was, winked. “Now let’s get this thing done. And you need to tell Ten that he has a leak. That’s the only way they’re here right now. Nelson doesn’t have the research. He should have waited until the blonde bitch did her job. Only one thing changed and that’s your arrival. This is about you. He knew you were coming. Get your ass moving. I have to protect my cover, Tag. I owe it to my handler and my sister. This is the one shot you get at me helping you out, and I’ll shoot if you open that gorgeous mouth.”

He grabbed the SIG and followed her down the stairs. If she’d wanted his ass dead, she would have taken him out while his back was turned. It proved her loyalty more than any words could say. Well, more than any words except one. “What’s Ten’s middle name?”

She sighed. “Alistair. There, I’ve said the secret password. Let’s go.”

Ten didn’t have a middle name. Alistair was a code that let Ian know she really was one of Ten’s operatives. “Where’s my brother and how do we get off this shithole?”

Her eyes rolled. “This is a mega yacht. It’s not a shithole, but we need to make our way to the other end of the ship. There’s a dive port with equipment. Getting under the water is going to be better than taking one of the tenders. They’ll just shoot those.”

She was probably right, and he turned with her, noting the position of the guard she’d sent “napping.” He stepped over the body and continued along the narrow corridor. He could hear the sound of feet slamming on the deck above him.

“They’re on board.” He kept his voice just above a whisper.

“They’ll secure the top deck before they move down. We have a few minutes. It’s a big-ass boat.” She pressed her back against the wall as she got closer to the middle of the boat. “So you’ve figured out the whole ‘no-oil automobile’ thing?”

“The king mentioned it.”

“We need those plans.”

He knew exactly what would happen if the Agency got the plans. “So we can hide them because the oil lobby would bury the idea?”

She frowned. “We wouldn’t do that.”

Fuck yeah they would. “Let’s just get what we need to get and slide on out of here.”

He needed to get to Charlie. He needed to hold her in his arms again, but he had some work to do first. Part of that was making sure Sean was okay. As for the rest of it, he would prefer that the king dealt with the whole save the world shit. The save the whole world shit should come from a person who cared, and that wouldn’t be him or his government or the apparently naïve double agent.

“The office is this way,” she said. “We have to get through the living area first. Keep your head down.”

He moved through the large living space, keeping his head down, his body low to the ground. The starboard side of the living room was a row of windows that looked out to the sea. Now it showed the boots of the pirates Nelson had hired as they boarded the yacht. How many were on boat? Twenty? He hoped less. Luckily it was a big boat and it looked like they had split into pairs to search it. Two pairs of boots crossed his line of sight and then disappeared as they turned the corner for the door.

“Stop,” Kun said, her voice a whisper. “They’ll see us. Hide. You take one and I’ll take the other. Quietly.”

She disappeared behind a large lounge chair, and Ian put his back to the sofa. They wouldn’t immediately see him, but if they came far enough into the room, there would be nowhere to hide.

A firefight would bring more of them down here. Ian eased the knife out of his boot, his adrenaline pumping.

There was the sound of boots on the deck and the two spoke to each other in Somali as they rushed into the room.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see that they were carrying AK-47s, the long barrels pointed outward as they moved through the room. It was a big gun, so much easier to pry away because there was more of it to catch.

Ian heard the familiar crunching sound of a man’s neck being twisted and broken. Before he even had a thought about how disturbing it was that the sound was so familiar, a booted foot came into view and Ian struck. Before the man could do more than shout, Ian reached up, grabbed the body of the gun and hauled the man down. The pirate hit the floor, and Ian had his blade in his neck before he could pull the trigger.

Nice. Quiet. Really messy. Blood was already spilling across the pristine white carpet. He hated wet work. Unfortunately, he was really good at it.

“Let’s go before they find these bodies.” Kun was already moving.

Ian got to his feet, pulling the blade back. He wouldn’t leave it behind. If he could take out a few more quietly, he would.

He had his chance, sneaking up on another pirate who seemed to be looking for the king. He was coming from the opposite direction, but had stopped, looking into another room. Ian slit his throat easily and dumped the body in what looked like a secondary bedroom. Three down.

How many more to go? How many more until he got to Nelson?

Kun moved with deadly grace as she made her way to the other side of the boat. Ian followed, keeping his steps as light as possible. Gunfire could be heard above him as the pirates seemed to be sweeping the decks one at a time. They would be moving in soon, and the minute they found the bodies, they would be searching for him in earnest.

They came to a door with a high-tech keypad next to it. Kun placed her thumb on it, looking back as the door slid open. “What can I say? He really liked me. His office is back here in the private section. Only the king, his personal servant, and two of his women have access. The other girl is harmless. Seriously, not a brain in her head. Get in. It will slow them down for a bit.”

He stepped in and the door slid closed again, locking with a tiny snick.

Sean appeared, slinking along the wall as he exited what had to be the office. He tensed for a moment, pointing his SIG right at Kun’s head.

“Don’t shoot her. She’s a friendly,” Ian said, his voice tight. “Is the king with you? Does he have cameras on this ship?”

The king was standing behind Sean, wrapping a long black lanyard around his neck. Before it disappeared under his shirt, Ian saw a small thumb drive attached. “I only have them in the nookie rooms, but they are not attached to any network. I turn them on and off based on whether my partner likes to be taped.”

Even in the middle of all the tension, he had to shake his head. “Nookie rooms?”

His cousin Chapal was behind him, a laptop in hand and a disapproving frown on his face. “My cousin is a perverted man.”

The king stared at him, but Chapal held his ground.

Kun rolled her eyes. “I didn’t even think of that. We can try it, but if the crew talks, we’re screwed. Move it, Tag.”

He was standing beside an ornately decorated wall. It looked like it had been fashioned out of beaten silver. It was a lovely work of art. It also was a hidden door, as Kun proved when she ran her hand down the side and it slid open.

Thank god. He had a place to stash the king until he could figure out how to get him out of here because the halls had to be teeming with guys with guns at this point.

The king frowned at Jiang Kun. “I thought she was on the bad side.”

The king needed to stay out of the intelligence world. It moved mighty fast for him. “She’s working with us now.”

A smile came over the king’s face and he sent the double agent a suggestive wink. “See, I told you she was a delicate flower.”

Apparently the king could think about sex even when the world was falling apart. “Get in here, Your Highness. Did you do what you had to?”

The king shook his head. “He’s jamming the Internet. I couldn’t get it out. I downloaded the research to a thumb drive.”

Chapal held his computer over his chest as though it would prove a good defense. “I have the whole thing set to send the moment we have a connection. If we even have a few seconds, it will go out to several addresses.”

“I can’t lose it,” the king said. “It was my researcher’s whole life. I cannot have his death be meaningless.”

“You don’t know he’s dead,” Ian said. “But you’re going to be if you don’t hide. Unless you know a secret way off this boat.”

“You should get down to the garage,” the king said.

“Garage?” He wasn’t a big yachter.

“It’s where we stow the jet skis and small boats. The speedboat would have been in the garage if we hadn’t been anchored,” the king explained. “It’s on the lower deck, the one just below this one. There’s scuba equipment if you’re thinking of slipping out underwater.”

He wasn’t thinking at all. He was running on instinct. “Is that door the only way out of here?”

The king shook his head. “No, there is one in the back as well. It leads to stairs that go directly to the garage.”

That was better. “Stay here with your cousin, Your Highness. Wait until we’ve cleared the garage and then one of us will come get you. Do you understand? Don’t make a sound.”

He started toward the back of the magnificent suite of rooms. Chapal followed him. “I can reprogram the security to give you access. Our system doesn’t run off Internet. It should work.” His hand touched the keypad, typing in numbers. The screen next to it glowed. “Place your thumb over it.”

Ian put his thumb on the keypad and it blinked twice.

“Now you have access. I will keep trying to get into the system.” Chapal turned and walked back to the nookie room, his head held high.

“Kun, watch them,” Ian ordered.

“I should come with you,” she returned.

“Watch the asset for me. Shoot anything that comes his way. They’ll get through the door eventually.” He could already hear them on the other side of the suite, trying to get it to open.

She snarled a little his way. “You owe me, Tag.”

“Are you sure about her?” Sean asked.

As sure as he could be. “She didn’t kill me, and she knew Ten’s middle name. She works for him. She’ll keep the king safe. Well, as safe as he can be since we have pirates on board.”

“Any idea how many?” Sean followed him, closing the door behind.

The stairs were ornate, like the rest of the boat. Ian started down them, keeping his step light. “No idea. I’ve had to keep my head down.” He touched his earphone. “Any count on how many hostiles we’re dealing with?”

Knight’s voice came over the line. “Tag, it’s bloody good to know you’re alive. We didn’t want to make contact in case it could be overheard. There are two boats off the yacht. You’re dealing with at least twenty armed men. Pirates, from the look of them. They’re likely hired hands. One of the boats is hidden by the yacht. I can’t see how many people are still on it.”

It didn’t matter. He just needed a rough number to know how to proceed. He reached the door that hopefully led to the garage.

“Can you see the garage?”

“That’s an affirmative, Tag.”

“How many?”

“I can’t see inside, but the boat that’s parked on the port side let two out before parking. It’s open to the sea. Are you going to attempt to swim out?”

“I’m going to see if we can get the king out that way. He says there’s scuba gear. If we can go deep, we will. What’s the ETA on the Coast Guard?”

“The commandant said they’re on their way,” Knight explained. “Fifteen minutes out.”

“Understood. Tell Ten I expect my wife to be unmolested when this is over.”

There was a long pause on the line.

“Tell me my wife is on the beach, Knight.” Every muscle in his body tensed. Charlie was safe. She had to be safe.

Knight’s voice was very calm as it came over the line. “I think Nelson had a mole on the yacht. The boat you put her on turned and went around to the other side of the boat. I haven’t seen it since. Your wife was on board.”

Ian heard Sean curse behind him. At least he didn’t have to fill his brother in.

His wife was in Nelson’s hands, and he’d left his only bargaining chip behind.

“Hey, calm down, brother. We can handle this. Let’s get our assets in order. Let’s take the garage and then we can go from there. He said there were two, maybe three? We can handle that.” Sean was cool and collected, which was good because Ian felt like running screaming through the fucking boat.

Sean took over the conversation. “Knight, we copy you and we’re going silent.”

He cut off the feed.

Ice. Charlie needed him to be the ice man. And Sean was right. From the garage they could move into the water if they had to.

The garage might offer a few distractions.

He would need them if Knight was correct and Charlie was in Nelson’s hands. Shoving his panic down, he put a hand on the door. As quietly as he could, he pushed it open no more than a half an inch. He caught sight of two men moving at the water’s edge and another walking up the side.

Without looking back, he held up three fingers, then gestured to show his brother where they would be.

They would have seconds. Surprise would be their only real advantage.

Ian shoved the door open and used the P90 to lay out a line of suppressive fire. The air cracked around him, a symphony of bullets and low shouts that was so familiar to Ian he’d almost missed it.

Cover. He’d taken down one, hitting him squarely in the chest, but now the others were returning fire and he needed cover. He ducked, throwing himself behind a row of jet skis.

To his right, Sean took up position behind the door, only the barrel of his gun sticking out. His brother proved he hadn’t lost a beat as he placed a bullet neatly in a pirate’s forehead.

But that left one, and he’d taken position behind a small boat, tied up on the side of the garage just at the water’s edge. Ian fired but the boat looked solid. His opponent simply shoved his gun over the top and fired, not giving Ian a target.

But he didn’t need one because his backup was on the way. He saw a figure surface, his head coming briefly out of the water before he took a silent breath and went under again.

There was a strangled scream and the sound of a body hitting the water and then silence.

Sean stepped out. “What the fuck just happened? Tell me that guy didn’t get pulled in by a shark.”

He should never have let his brother watch Jaws when he was a kid. Sean could stare down just about anything but still had a fear of sharks.

Luckily, this shark had a British accent.

Simon hauled himself onto the ramp, standing gracefully and straightening his tie. The fucker even swam in a tie. He slicked back his hair and sounded as though he’d come for tea instead of just drowned a man. “Sorry I’m late.”

Ian pointed at him. “You I like. Now we have a problem. Nelson has my wife.”

Simon simply took the gun Sean was holding out for him. “Then we shall have to get her back.”

“Mr. Taggart?” A familiar voice came over the overhead speakers. “I hear you’re already at work.”

Shit. They’d found the bodies, and it sounded like Nelson was already on the bridge. Or they might have heard all the shit that had just gone down.

“We never had to play it this way, you know,” Nelson continued. “We could have worked together. Alas, you had all the skills but lacked that special something I require in a partner.”

Yep, Ian had a conscience. Oh, it was a flexible conscience, but it was there. He also had a certain loyalty to his country that Nelson would find offensive. Fucker.

“Luckily, I managed to find a couple of friends to help me out along the way. They’ll be the ones who kill you if you don’t surrender right now and bring me the king of Loa Mali. I’ll need his computer as well. You see, I bombed his testing site so I really am going to need that computer. I’ll just have to kill his employees until he brings it to me.”

Thank god for soundproofing or the king would likely be martyring himself.

“Or maybe I’ll just start with the pretty lady in the white bikini.”

Ian’s body went cold.

A nasty chuckle came across the speakers. “You dressed her nicely for me, Tag. I’m going to enjoy her before I kill her. Or I could always reunite you. I have a soft spot for lovers. Especially when I was such a good matchmaker. Your choice, Tag. Your wife has five minutes before I slit her throat.”

“Stay calm,” Sean said.

“I am calm.” He was deadly calm. His focus had narrowed to one point in the world. Saving his wife. He laid out his options, shitty as they were, and came up with a plan.

“Do we have what he wants?” Simon asked.

Ian shook his head.

“We can always get the computer,” Sean said. “We have a copy so if we need to hand the computer over, I don’t think Kash would argue. He was horribly torn up about his guards. He won’t want Charlie’s death on his conscience.”

Ian nodded. “I’ll get it. I’ll do the trade.”

“You think he won’t just kill you on sight?” Sean asked.

That would be the smart play on Nelson’s part. It was what Ian would do if their roles were reversed. “I’ll password protect it. He doesn’t get the password until I have my wife. Then he’ll try to kill both of us.”

“I’m thinking that’s not a smashing plan, boss.” Simon shook his head.

“That’s because you don’t know what your part is yet. Get those bodies and some rope. What we need is a little chaos.” And a little time. The minute the Coast Guard showed up, all bets would be off.

His team leaned in and Ian told them the plan.