Chapter 94: Monroe
Hearing Zachery use his first name floored him, but then... the kiss. If the man had fired a bullet into his chest, he couldn't be more surprised.
Monroe shook his head trying to clear the memory of Zachery's warm lips. He had to concentrate to stay alive and keep the people he loved safe. To do that, he needed to kill Uday.
Monroe drove for an hour, obeying the speed limit and doing nothing to attract attention to the vehicle. He pulled into a warehouse district in downtown Houston and sent a text. Twenty-seconds later his phone vibrated and the large door in front of him rolled up.
The men inside took care of the bodies and the vehicle. Monroe changed clothes, and then left in another car, driving to a private airfield. He jumped aboard a small aircraft and leaned back as the pilot immediately took off.
Past exhaustion, he needed sleep. Closing his eyes, he let the plane's engine lull his mind, but sleep didn't come quickly, because thoughts of Zachery's lips clouded his senses.
***
Angel
The safe room was comfortable, but the waiting was unbearable. Marguerite rung her hands for the first ten minutes, speaking rapid-fire Spanish. The litany did little to calm Angel's nerves. She dressed herself in the clothes that were neatly packed in waiting plastic tubs. As more time passed, the women's eyes returned to the clock and stayed glued longer.
Thirty minutes was a lifetime.
Angel knew she wouldn't survive Zachery's loss too. She finally understood her former roommate, Ifrah's, desolation when Ifrah took her own life. If Sir died, Angel wouldn't continue living.
Both women jumped when Stephens' muffled voice sounded outside the door. Angel hurriedly scrambled to release the inside lock. She threw her arms around Stephens and laughed as he gave her an awkward pat on the back. She couldn't lose him either. Releasing her death grip, she grasped Marguerite's hand and pulled her along behind Stephens.
"Is Sir okay?"
"His knee is injured, but I do not believe it bad. He is waiting for you both in the kitchen."
They turned the corner and saw Sir sitting at the table with his leg resting on a chair. A large icepack covered his knee. Angel dropped to the floor, leaning her head against his thigh. Sir's warm hand smoothed over her hair.
Marguerite stepped closer, lifted the ice pack, and clicked her tongue. Angel didn't care-a knee they could deal with.
Her voice trembled. "What happened?"
Sir's hand never stopped moving. "A man broke in, but he's been taken care of. We're safe."
"Does this have to do with Master?"
This time his hand paused. She looked up.
"I promise you we're safe. Come up here." He helped her to his lap and arranged her so she rested against his chest.
"I will fix food." Marguerite's answer to every crisis was always so simple and always perfect.
They ate at the kitchen table with an added chair so Zach could keep his leg up.
"Stephens and I will help you to the bedroom and then I'll massage the tight muscles," Angel said while taking her final bite of omelet.
"I can make it to the room unassisted," was Zach's grumpy reply.
Angel gave him a stern look. "I don't think you should argue with me, husband, or I'll start asking questions you don't want to answer."
Zach closed his mouth.
A low snicker came from Marguerite as she carried a few of their dishes to the sink. "El hombre casado tiene su partido."
Angel laughed.
Zach gave Angel a tired smile. "Just because I couldn't understand all of that, don't think I didn't get the meaning."
"Marguerite, please make another ice pack for my husband's leg while we get him upstairs."
"Si, Se駉ra Kebb."
Angel smiled, acknowledging her married status for the first time, and then being called by his last name felt good. Sir's tired eyes showed strain from his injury, but also pleasure. They managed to get him up the stairs with only a slight groan when he tried to put weight on his knee.
"Do you need to see a doctor?" she asked in her new no-nonsense voice.
"No, I just need rest. Stephens, will you sleep in the house tonight?"
"Yes, sir, I think it best."
Angel gritted her teeth against asking further questions. If they were in any serious danger, Sir would tell her and he wouldn't be going to bed. She let her undeniable trust settle back in her heart, giving the unseen power back to him.
After a massage, ice, and two ibuprofen, Sir fell asleep, with his arms wrapped securely around her.
***
Monroe
The plane touched down two hours later. The secluded landing strip was located in Mexico. Monroe ignored the hot and humid weather. Edward Labough waited.
"Did you see them?"
Monroe did not need to ask who. Edward had not known Monroe survived Uday the first time and had also mourned for his friend.
"Just Zachery. Three dead. Do you have the latest location on Uday?"
"Yes, Nathanial. He's controlling his people from here. There's a bounty on the heads of your family members, but we now have people in place to keep them safe."
"This ends immediately. I am not gathering information or playing the spy game any longer. Uday is dead; he just does not know it." Monroe was finished playing.
"I understand. The compound he's staying in is heavily guarded and he may only be there a short while longer."
"All the better. I will take them out with their boss. If his death does not do the trick, I will systemically kill his family."
Monroe walked to the jeep and jumped in. His government taught him to eliminate the threat and he planned to use every skill he had mastered.
He had never killed innocents, but would do whatever it took to keep Angel and Zachery safe. The three of them had unfinished business and Monroe planned to see it through.
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