Taking a Risk, Part Two
R.I.S.C. Series
Anna Blakely
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Other Books by Anna Blakely:
R.I.S.C. Series:
Taking a Risk, Part One
Beautiful Risk
Intentional Risk
Unpredictable Risk
R.I.S.C. Bravo Team Series:
(Special Forces: Operation Alpha World)
Rescuing Gracelynn
Contents
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
Excerpt from Beautiful Risk
About the Author
Dedication
This book is dedicated to the men and women who serve, or have served in the military, EMS, fire, and/or law enforcement. You are the true heroes.
Prologue
“What the fuck are we waiting for?” Marcus asked him impatiently. “Let’s just take her now and get this shit over with.”
He wanted to snap the man’s neck like a twig. “It is not the time.”
“The fuck you mean, it’s not time? The bitch is alone, man. There’s no one around. It’s the perfect time. Besides”—the shorter, African-American man hugged himself closer—“I’m freezin’ my ass off out here.”
He wanted to kill him, but couldn’t. Not yet. There was still much to do, and though he hated to admit it, he needed both Marcus’s and Carlos’s help.
He hadn’t had any trouble from Carlos, which was why he’d entrusted him to wait in the car as a lookout of sorts. Of course, Carlos was so desperate to please him, the guy would probably suck his dick if asked.
Marcus, on the other hand, had been a pain in the ass since the day fate had joined them.
The man had a mouth that never stopped. His constant questions and second-guessing made him want to put a bullet through the idiot’s brain.
That time would come. For now, he’d settle for making sure Marcus understood how things worked in his world.
He moved fast, not giving Marcus time to react. His fingers wrapped around the imbecile’s throat, and he began to squeeze.
“W-what...the...?” Marcus could barely get the words out as he tried to fight back.
“We will take her when, and only when, I say it is time.”
The fool still tried to argue, so he tightened his grip even more. This time, he completely cut off Marcus’s oxygen supply. “I told you before, I am in charge. Do you understand?”
Marcus’s face turned an ugly shade of purple, and his eyes were beginning to bulge. Unable to speak, the man’s lips finally moved, mouthing his silent agreement.
“Good.” He released his hold roughly.
Stumbling, the idiot coughed. “Jesus, man...take it easy. I was just...askin’.”
“Your job is not to ask questions. Your job is to do what I say, when I say it. Is that clear?”
Marcus rubbed his hand over the red marks on his neck. The other man wisely answered, “Yeah. Sure.” He coughed again. “What the fuck ever, man.”
He turned back toward the house and looked through the trees. The front door opened, and his heart rate increased as he watched with anticipation.
Dressed for work, the woman stepped outside with so much haste, she almost stepped on his little surprise. Even though they were hidden in the thicket at the edge of her property, he could still hear the scream she let out when she saw it.
He smiled, enjoying the fear he knew she was feeling. Felt himself go hard as he watched her slowly bend down to study the very personal gift he’d left for her more closely. He wondered if she would even realize its significance. If she didn’t yet, she would.
Olivia Bradshaw was smart and clearly resourceful. He had no doubt the bitch would figure out just how important his little surprise was. The only question was, what would she do about it when she did?
Visibly upset, she quickly went back inside. To call the police? Possibly, but he wasn’t worried. He and Marcus had prepared for such an occasion.
Soon, she came back out onto the porch with something long and metal in her hand. After taking a picture of his gift, she slid her phone into her scrubs pocket. Then, using the pincher end of the tool, she poked his surprise a few times.
He nearly laughed out loud when she used that same end to pick up his gift and walk it over to the field on the west side of her driveway.
She threw it into the weeds, nearly dropping the tool in the process. Satisfaction rolled through him when he saw her whole body shiver.
The bitch took the tool back into her house, and then nearly ran to her car. Her head swiveled as she moved, scanning the area for anyone who might be there. She couldn’t see him, of course.
He continued to stare at the tiny, white house, even after she was gone. He’d been in it several times, now. Knew the place inside and out.
It was ridiculous how easily he’d been able to break in. Her only form of security was a deadbolt and a shotgun by the back door.
He’d found the gun the first time he’d been inside. For a moment, he’d considered removing its shells, but in the end decided to leave them. Give her a fighting chance.
The thought made him smile. She’d have no chance. Not this time.
When
