Twisted Mercy (Red Team Book 4) by Elaine Levine

Author:Elaine Levine [Levine, Elaine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: alpha heroes, romantic suspense, Military Romance, Red Team, romance, Contemporary romance
Publisher: Elaine Levine
Published: 2014-10-07T00:00:00+00:00

Hope leaned against Mads’ side, her back to him as he curled around her. She didn’t know what to make of him. He’d kept his word while she was restrained, starting a round of sex unlike any she’d ever experienced. She couldn’t even count how many orgasms she’d had. When they were finished, she’d longed to linger, be near him. Talk. But it wasn’t the reaction she expected from a hardened biker like him. She’d thought to spare them both by simply leaving, only he’d wanted what she wanted.

The things he was asking her to divulge weren’t ones she could chat about—mostly because she didn’t know. She wanted to fold into a ball, hide from his penetrating gaze. She did not want to revisit that painful day. She understood it as an adult, but hadn’t been able to comprehend it as a child.

When her silence continued, Mads touched her hand, threading his fingers through hers. “Talk to me.”

She shook her head. “There’s almost nothing I truly understand of that time.” She wrapped her hand around his heavy arm, holding him close. Her hand absently stroked the inside of his upper arm. Her fingers rippled over a patch of scars or three-dimensional tats. Long, wide ridges. Starting back at the top, she counted three of them.

He reached over and threaded his fingers with hers, pulling her hand from the marks. “Tell me what you remember.”

“I can tell you what I’ve learned. My mom was going into witness protection. She was an ex-member of the WKB. I don’t know what dirt she had on whom, but she died before she could testify. My father killed her. She was pregnant with Randall. My father took him that day and disappeared.” She looked at Mads. “My brother wasn’t born yet. The day my father killed my mom, he carved Randall from her body and disappeared.”

Mads’ brow wrinkled. He reached a hand over to stroke her arm. “What happened to you?”

“I wasn’t with them at the time. The marshals put me into foster care.” Mads lifted their joined hands to his face and kissed her palm. Tears pooled in her eyes at his kindness. “I never forgot about my brother, but I could never find him. I couldn’t even look for him until I was eighteen. None of my foster families would get involved or help me to find him.”

“What changed?”

“I got an email a couple of months ago.”

“From whom?”

“Don’t know. It was anonymous.”

“Emails aren’t anonymous.”

“This one just showed up in my mailbox as if I’d drafted it to myself. From me to me.”

“Do you still have it?”

“Maybe. I didn’t delete it, but who knows if it hasn’t disappeared the same way it appeared. Anyway, it told me what became of my brother. It said he was here, living with a group of boys and that his name was Lion.”

“So you thought you’d just come check it out for yourself?”

She silently regarded him. “Pretty much.”

“Where do you live, Hope?”

“I had an apartment in Cheyenne, but after I quit my job, I moved into a long-term motel while I prepped for this trip.

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