Games We Play

Games We Play

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Thane Wolfe, known as "The Prince" in some circles, is a man of great wealth and respect in his city, but it does not come without steep costs. Like his father before him, Thane considers his seat of power his legacy and one, which he will fight to retain by any means at his disposal. Over the years, he has collected many enemies who seek to dethrone him, to unravel the two decades of peace he has painstakingly instilled. Amid the latest powerplay, Thane stumbles upon a dazzling beauty, who serves as a distraction from the one loss in his life that cuts deep to the heart. Emily Russell, a chef and restaurant owner, is an elusive quarry; a rare light that glimmers into his complicated, dark world. She is drawn to Thane's magnetic pull, although fighting not to get intimately involved with anyone since ending her last long-term relationship. On the surface, Thane and Emily seem from different worlds with alternate goals; however, time will tell how alike they really are and if they dare play the game of love.

Summary

Thane Wolfe, known as "The Prince" in some circles, is a man of great wealth and respect in his city, but it does not come without steep costs. Like his father before him, Thane considers his seat of power his legacy and one, which he will fight to retain by any means at his disposal. Over the years, he has collected many enemies who seek to dethrone him, to unravel the two decades of peace he has painstakingly instilled.
Amid the latest powerplay, Thane stumbles upon a dazzling beauty, who serves as a distraction from the one loss in his life that cuts deep to the heart. Emily Russell, a chef and restaurant owner, is an elusive quarry; a rare light that glimmers into his complicated, dark world. She is drawn to Thane's magnetic pull, although fighting not to get intimately involved with anyone since ending her last long-term relationship.
On the surface, Thane and Emily seem from different worlds with alternate goals; however, time will tell how alike they really are and if they dare play the game of love.

Chapter20 (v.1) - Connections

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The CIA handler deals with her unannounced visitor ...."Sometimes we know we shouldn't, and that's exactly why we do."--Unknown

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Chapter Twenty:  Connections

“Raven’s been found,” Nightingale relayed, breaking into Jane’s brooding of the past concerning her ungraceful fall and her tenuous climb back to where she belonged in the agency.

“And?  You better have more than this,” she snapped with the wave of the gun she did not relinquish, “Or do you like it when I hurt you?”

“Uh… ”

Jane nearly laughed, except she was far tired.  It could have a deeper meaning if the conversation were with Maven.  Eyeing over the tall man, she knew that he would never measure up to that sadist, but Nightingale had his usefulness in his eagerness to be favored by her.  Her free hand took a pass through her hair.  Raven had been off the grid for a while in her failure to find Maven or at least lead them to her master’s whereabouts.

Maven’s mentee served her purpose surprisingly well over the years.  After the two agents suffered a falling out, Raven emerged as a formidable operative.  The acolyte rose rapidly in the ranks of independent contractors and crafted a reputation for successful missions of infiltration and assassination.  Jane was pleased with the level of commitment of both.  Whether it was to her or the cause, it didn’t matter.  Only the result did in a completed assignment under her belt.

Interactions with Maven altered after the separation from Raven.  He appeared colder and without a bit of tenderness to him.  All the better, Jane believed.  The real sadist emerged.  Jane liked him best that way in business and pleasure.

She regretted that Maven’s side project got him killed.  A damn shame.  Jane would resurrect him and kill him again if she could find his remains.  In further consideration, she preferred to torture Maven with sex until she was satisfied before she killed him.  Yeah.  There was no need to waste exceptional dick no matter the package, which was shocking for his average size and small hands. 

Jane gave her head another shake.  If her hot Maven dreams this week told her anything, she hadn’t experienced anything near that level of passion in far too long.  Perhaps the numbskull across the bed could fill the bill.  With a stronger shake.  Nah.  She wasn’t desperate—yet.

Her focus lingered in regaining ground lost in the career aspiration well-earned and deserved in her book.  The CIA handler would not let her goals die alongside those Marines that appalling Sunday in September last year.  No amount of ass-kissing on Jane’s part so far seemed to erase that blemish from her otherwise flawless record by the Powers That Be.  If she could not find Maven and make him pay for putting her in such a compromised position, she would take her revenge on the next best thing. 

“Raven knows where Maven is, right?” she asked eagerly, suspecting the bitch hid something from her from the beginning.  No one knew the man better than Raven did.  After shoving the gun back under a pillow, in several swift steps of her slender legs, Jane crossed the bedroom toward the numbskull, disturbing her beauty rest. 

The operative in urban camos shook his head when the sexy woman stood in front of him.  She stared up at him with her clear blue eyes.  Hard nipples stood out like points against the soft material of the pink robe. 

He swallowed, distracted by the sight of such perky cleavage.  His lust for her made his pants feel more snug than usual.  “No contact.”

Her mouth thinned to form a cruel line but did not make her look unattractive.  The heat of her eyes only made her more so.  He only wished it was the sort of passion that would translate into her commanding him to suck on her tit or clit. 

“I know him,” Jane said with certainty, “He would have contacted her.”

“Surveillance of her has not been easy since her move to the metropolitan area.  She’s cagy.”

In a huff, she commented, “Like you, Nightingale, she’s paranoid.”

He snorted through the mechanized voice.  “I am better at it in not using such a public alias.”

“Yeah.  Yeah.  You stick to the shadows like any good assassin, and she hides in plain sight.  Both are effective.” 

Nightingale tilted his head and tried not to take offense in being compared to an agent he considered inferior to his skill.  “I am not seen until I want to be.”

“Tell that to your nose.  Then again, whatever.”  She waved a hand as she considered what he said so far.  “Analysis?”

“Raven hasn’t had any contact with Maven or vice versa, ma’am.”

Jane,” the handler corrected with a roll of her eyes.

“She doesn’t know where he is either.  Any lead she may have followed has gone cold.  All safe houses found were checked and rechecked.  No sign of him at any of them was discovered.  No one chatter has suffered about him in the field, and others seek him for jobs on the dark web without reply.”

A blond eyebrow cocked at him.  “What about Texas?”

“It’s been several years since he was there.  No sign of him in or around the area either.”

“Dammit!”  Jane stomped her barefoot on the thick rug at her foot which muffled the sound.  “I thought for sure she would lead us right to him.”  She thoughtfully rubbed her pointy chin.  True, they did locate all the safe houses thanks to Raven without her knowledge.  She had tails that she could see and the ones she never detected to give her a false sense of security. 

Maven’s monetary assets in the Cayman Islands and Switzerland were seized.  He had been burned but good.  No one could so completely fall off the grid without assets.  No one was that good, not even Raven, although you couldn’t tell her that. 

Nightingale was one of the best hackers as well as trackers alive.  If he could not find Maven, then he truly died.  Jane imagined that if her old lover did live, he would have retaliated against her by now.

Jane’s disappointment descended with her the knit of her blond eyebrows.  “He must be dead,” she admitted softly, surprising herself with a sense of loss and sentiment which was rare to her.  Jane respected his talent and the loss of an excellent operative.  Maven had been hers to do with as she pleased, and no one had the right to take what belonged to her without her permission.  She was no way near finished with him yet.

“Maven’s last job, the hit on some person named Harrington, may have been his demise.”

Her eyebrows knit in consideration.  “What leads you to such a conclusion?”

“The former Senator’s wife had been threatened by someone powerful to leave Harrington alone.”

“Hmmm.” Jane tapped her lips for a second and then asked, “And you believe this same someone did more than threaten but killed Maven because of it?”

“Whoever is protecting Harrington has powerful strings.  They have turned Nancy Carrera’s life into shit in revealing her dirty laundry for all to see, forcing her to resign from her post, dropping her full custody battle and agreeing to the divorce from the former senator, and loss of reputation.”

“I could care less about that rich bitch.  She survives on her family’s money.  It seems to me she got what she deserved.”  Jane waved another hand in a flippant manner.  “Did you question this Harrington or find out who was helping her?”

He released an audible breath.  “She proved harder to find than Raven.”

Jane crossed her hands over her chest with the tilt of her head.  “And?”  

“She did not kill Maven, but I strongly believe that she was his last victim.  I’ve managed to find a fragment of the video that fits the timeline off the dark web.”

“Why do you say this?”

“He nearly tortured her to death.  She would not have had the strength to overpower him.”

Jane ran her hands through her hair in frustration.  “Then who could?”

“Whoever rescued her.  Whoever threatens Nancy.  She said a man threatened to ruin her life.” 

Aloud she said, as her thoughts churned, “I see.  Who is this man?”

“Someone as good as Maven.”

“Yes.”  She rubbed the furrows on her forehead.  “Why don’t I know him?”  Jane constantly looked for recruits, and someone as good as Maven would have come across her desk at some point.

Nightingale shrugged.  “Not sure.  Maybe he’s local, unlike Harrington is?”

Jane waved her free hand in dismissal.  That would imply that she was not connected as well as she liked to believe.  “What else can you tell me about Maven’s last hit involving this Harrington?”

“Maven procured information on Harrington from a source here in the District.”

Jane tilted her head at him.  “Uh-huh.  Who?”

“An employee of Harrington’s named Beth McKenna.”

She shook her head because that name was not familiar to her at all.  “Where is she now?”

“Six feet under.  Maven tortured her, dumped her body on K Street, which lured Harrington out of hiding.”

“Harrington had been warned about a hit then,” Jane surmised with a nod.

“Nancy told me that Harrington was hard to track and had covered her tracks well for months after she hired Maven to teach her a lesson about stealing her husband.” 

Jane waved her hand.  “Petty.  Continue.”

“When I checked into the autopsy, my source in the ME’s office informed that some precision had been taken in the cuts administered.  After examining the evidence, I determined the mutilation of the body was succinct to Maven’s MO.”

“And, how did Maven find out the connection of McKenna to Harrington in the first place?”

“Another source in the city.  Maven put out his feelers to find out as much as he could about Harrington.  Because of her caution, there was little to find.  One of his feelers pinged him that Harrington’s real estate work crossed paths with one of the biggest real estate developers in town.”

Jane backed into the bed and sat down when her frown lifted to wonder.  “Thane Wolfe.”

“Right.”  Nightingale’s head tilted again.  “You know him?”

She tightened the tie of her robe to Nightingale's dismay.  He was enjoying the show.  As usual, Nightingale did not say anything.  How could he?  The boss's mood was ill at the moment.

Jane pondered if Thane Wolfe was involved in Maven’s murder somehow, that could have explained a lot.  The so-called Prince of the City was known to have many big and small contacts throughout the metropolitan area.  Information was a part of his business.  Thane also was known to be fiercely loyal to those who worked under him. 

Did this Harrington woman warrant that kind of loyalty?  In the interrogation Nightingale had with Nancy, she revealed that the man who still threatened her knew all of her secrets that would destroy her.  Thane’s reach could procure him such information and make an enemy of Maven.  The prince would have had to dispatch the hitman to stop him.  Once a job was accepted, Maven was committed no matter what.

“Of him, yeah, although our paths have never crossed.  Nothing in this city passes his notice.  I bet not even hits by a renowned assassin.”

“You think Wolfe was Maven’s killer?”

Jane’s lips curved into a dark smile, which stirred his more than his soul.  “Only one way to find out.”


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