Bodyguard

He and his team were this close to shutting them down.

Esme was a means to an end, but she was also a human being. One who’d been through a lot. One who deserved as much peace and security as he could offer her.

She shivered, pulling her hands up into the cuffs of her jacket. It had been hot the past few days, but she’d dressed to keep the bugs away—long pants, jacket, boots.

“Cold?” he asked, and she shook her head.

He turned on the heat anyway, blasting it into the already warm vehicle, wishing he could do more for her. Wanting to break the silence and tell her everything was going to be okay.

She wouldn’t believe him if he did, so he stayed silent.

He wanted to think Esme had resigned herself to staying in protective custody. However, based on the fact that she’d spent the past few months on the run, he couldn’t.

He dialed his boss, waiting impatiently for Max West to pick up. They’d spoken a few weeks ago, and Max had made it clear that he trusted Ian to do the job he’d been assigned.

Ian hadn’t been pleased with the conversation. His past was his business, and he liked to keep it that way. The fact that Max knew about his parents’ murders didn’t surprise him. The fact that he’d brought it up had. The fact that he’d flat-out told Ian that he needed to focus on justice and forget about revenge?

That still stung.

Sure, Ian wanted to put an end to the crime family.

Sure, he wanted to avenge his parents’ murders.

Justice always came first, though. That was the goal. The joy of seeing his parents’ murderer sent to jail forever would simply be the bonus shot.

“West here.” The team captain’s voice cut through the silence. “You have her?”

“Word travels fast,” Ian mused, his attention on the dark road that stretched out in front of him.

“It does when it involves one of the Duprees.”

Esme tensed.

“You’re on speakerphone, and she’s in the vehicle,” Ian cautioned.

“How are you doing, Ms. Dupree?” Max asked.

“I’d be better if your organization would leave me alone.”

“I’m sure you know that’s not possible until after the trial.”

“You’re assuming I’ll make it to trial, but at the rate things are going, that doesn’t seem likely.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. We’ve got things under control.”

She laughed, the sound harsh and tight. “Like you did a few months ago when I agreed to enter the program?”

“Ms. Dupree—”

“How about we hash this out once I have her in a safe location?” Ian cut in.

“You’re going to try to bring her to headquarters, right?” Max asked. “She’ll be safer here than anywhere else.”

“You think that’s wise? Jake knows the setup there. He knows the security strengths and weaknesses.” Jake Morrow had disappeared months ago. At first the team had assumed he’d been killed or abducted by the Duprees. The truth was a lot harder to swallow. He’d gone rogue and was feeding information to the crime family.