Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1 - Bethany
Chapter 2 - Emmy
Chapter 3 - Alaric
Chapter 4 - Emmy
Chapter 5 - Alaric
Chapter 6 - Alaric
Chapter 7 - Alaric
Chapter 8 - Emmy
Chapter 9 - Sky
Chapter 10 - Bethany
Chapter 11 - Bethany
Chapter 12 - Alaric
Chapter 13 - Alaric
Chapter 14 - Sky
Chapter 15 - Bethany
Chapter 16 - Bethany
Chapter 17 - Alaric
Chapter 18 - Beth
Chapter 19 - Emmy
Chapter 20 - Alaric
Chapter 21 - Beth
Chapter 22 - Alaric
Chapter 23 - Alaric
Chapter 24 - Beth
Chapter 25 - Alaric
Chapter 26 - Alaric
Chapter 27 - Alaric
Chapter 28 - Alaric
Chapter 29 - Bethany
Chapter 30 - Alaric
Chapter 31 - Sky
Chapter 32 - Emmy
Chapter 33 - Emmy
Chapter 34 - Bethany
Chapter 35 - Emmy
Chapter 36 - Emmy
Chapter 37 - Alaric
Chapter 38 - Alaric
Chapter 39 - Emmy
Chapter 40 - Emmy
Chapter 41 - Bethany
Chapter 42 - Bethany
Chapter 43 - Emmy
Chapter 44 - Emmy
Chapter 45 - Bethany
Chapter 46 - Emmy
Chapter 47 - Beth
Chapter 48 - Alaric
Chapter 49 - Emmy
Chapter 50 - Bethany
Chapter 51 - Alaric
F.A.S.T.
What's coming next?
Want to stalk me?
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RED AFTER DARK
Elise Noble
Published by Undercover Publishing Limited
Copyright © 2020 Elise Noble
v4
ISBN: 978-1-912888-25-2
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Knowing your enemy and yourself will help you to win; not knowing your enemy but knowing yourself means you are uncertain; knowing neither your enemy or yourself means you are sure to lose.
- Sun Tzu, The Art of War
CHAPTER 1 - BETHANY
IF TWO WEEKS ago, somebody had told me that I’d be sitting on a private jet heading for an apparently luxurious estate near Richmond, Virginia, I’d have died laughing.
But there I was, and quite honestly, there was nothing funny about the situation.
In fact, everyone on board looked tense.
Emmy Black was sitting at the table up front, pieces of gun spread out across the polished black wood in front of her. She’d been cleaning the thing since we left Northolt. When we hit turbulence half an hour ago, the bullets had all rolled onto the floor, and she’d cursed like hell while she crawled around retrieving them. Then she’d lined them up neatly on end again, exactly the same as they were before.
Sky Malone, her not-quite-eighteen-year-old sidekick, had downed a large glass of wine as soon as we levelled out, and now she was sprawled on the grey leather sofa, lips twitching. Even in sleep, she was unsettled. Could I blame her? Not really. She’d quit her whole life to work for Emmy, left everything she knew, and no way would Emmy give her an easy ride.
And then there was Alaric. My hot new boss. My hot new totally off-limits boss who rumour said had stolen ten million dollars from the FBI, then done a bunk. I was almost certain that he hadn’t. Almost. There was still a tiny niggle at the back of my mind that wouldn’t let me trust him completely. I knew he lied. I’d seen him do it, smoothly, convincingly, without a hint of guilt clouding those soft brown eyes.
The last passenger was Ravi, Alaric’s friend and colleague, and now my colleague too. I’d just been hired as a PA at Sirius, the private intelligence agency they ran along with two others—Judd and Naz.
“Having second thoughts?” Alaric asked.
“Of course not,” I lied.
How could I not be having second thoughts? I’d abandoned my old life too. First, I got fired from my job, and then I walked away from my family and my inheritance. My ex-husband as well, although I didn’t miss him one bit. In the decade we’d spent married, Piers had turned from a slightly cocky trainee dentist into an obnoxious, philandering prick whose brain in no way matched the size of his overinflated ego.
The last fortnight had been fraught with drama—drama that started when Sky pinched my car. After that, I discovered I’d been inadvertently transporting stolen goods, which quickly got stolen again, and before we could think about recovering them, my friend got abducted by a psycho. Right now, my brain was still trying to catch up.
“Because I’d understand if you were reconsidering. Has your father called again?”
“Once this morning, but I didn’t answer.”
What would I say to him? I doubted very much he was calling to apologise. My father never said he was sorry. Not for selling my beloved horse behind my back, not for pushing me to stay with a man who’d cheated on me, not for his own extramarital affairs. No, if I spoke to him, he’d only pressure me to change my mind, to come back into the fold and toe the family line.
But no more.
Once I’d made the decision to go it alone, a weight had lifted. Yes, the future was daunting, but better to face the unknown than the certainty of being yanked back every time I made a decision that disappointed my parents, and threatened with being cut off financially if I ploughed ahead anyway.
“It gets easier, Beth. I promise.”
I had to believe that. The same thing had happened to Alaric eight years ago, and he’d survived. I suspected that was partly why he’d given me the job with Sirius. Out of pity. That and guilt because he’d been instrumental in me getting fired from Pemberton Fine Arts—the gallery where I used to work—in the first place.
“Holy shit.”
Emmy’s quiet exclamation made everyone look up. Well, everyone
