HOT SEAL Target
HOT SEAL Target
HOT SEAL Team - Book 6
Lynn Raye Harris
Contents
Preface
About This Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
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Who’s HOT?
About the Author
Preface
The HOT SEAL Team
HOT SEAL Target: Blade & Quinn
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About This Book
Navy SEAL Adam “Blade” Garrison’s assignment to infiltrate a tech billionaire’s criminal operations just got complicated. His cover: bodyguard for the man’s wife. His problem: Blade knows Quinn Halliday far too well. A sophisticated version of the chubby, shy girl Blade once knew, Quinn brings out all his protective instincts—as well as a few carnal ones that surprise him.
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Quinn’s pride in having improved herself has turned bitter. She’s trapped in a relationship with a brutal man who views her as nothing more than a possession. Blade’s unexpected arrival makes her hope for more than a barren existence in a gilded prison. Until tragedy strikes, and Quinn realizes she’s next on the hit list.
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Blade will do anything to shield Quinn from danger and keep her safe. But as they draw closer, an enemy works to flush them out. If he succeeds, he’ll put an end to Blade and Quinn’s budding happiness.
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Unless Blade and his SEAL Team strike first…
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Chapter One
Adam “Blade” Garrison sat in a conference room at HOT HQ and waited for someone to tell him what the hell was going on. An hour ago, he’d been at a housewarming party for one of his teammates. Shortly after he left the gathering, he’d gotten a call from Colonel John “Viper” Mendez ordering him to come in to work. So here he was, still wondering what the CO had meant by his cryptic comments about an assignment and a woman.
The door swung open and Mendez entered. His second-in-command, Alex “Ghost” Bishop, followed. A third man strode inside, and Blade’s gut tightened. If Ian Black was involved, you could be sure this assignment was going to be sketchy as fuck.
Blade got to his feet, but Mendez waved him off. “As you were.”
He sank onto the seat again, his gaze darting between the three men.
“You speak Mandarin,” Black said casually.
“Yes, sir. I also speak Cantonese.” Blade answered automatically before his brain processed the fact that Black had spoken in Mandarin. “My parents were international bankers,” he continued in Chinese. “I basically grew up in Hong Kong. I learned Cantonese because that’s the primary dialect there. But Mandarin is more useful in general.”
“That it is.”
Ghost and Mendez watched them with interest, but Blade was pretty certain neither man spoke Chinese. Though scratch that, because with those two you just never knew. They wouldn’t reveal a skill unless they had to.
Black switched back to English. “Mandarin is a necessary skill for this assignment. Though Cantonese is certainly useful.”
Ghost dragged out a keyboard and called up a slide show. Blade stared at the man pictured on the first slide. He was older, probably about fifty, with graying temples and an arrogant expression that spoke to an infallible belief in his own superiority.
“Hunter Halliday,” Mendez said. “He owns Halliday Tech Solutions. Made a mint selling microchips for the personal computer market. He has strong ties to Chinese technology companies. He just signed a contract with the US government to supply computer mainframes to the military for their operations centers.”
“I take it there’s a problem somewhere,” Blade stated. It wasn’t a question.
“Hunter Halliday has a lot of ties to China, some of which aren’t quite as lily-white as he’d like us to believe,” Ian Black said. “I’m not willing to trust any Halliday products near military assets, quite frankly, but it wasn’t my decision to make.”
Blade frowned. “So if you don’t get the evidence to prove he’s up to something, the military will soon be relying on his equipment in their ops control centers.” Which was like taking over the brain in order to control the body.
“Bingo,” Black said.
Blade slewed his gaze to Mendez and Ghost. Mendez was as cool and unreadable as always. Ghost was only slightly less so. If they were both here, on a weekend, then this was a seriously big deal.
“So where do I come in?” Blade asked the three of them.
“Mrs. Halliday,” Mendez said as the slide flipped to a picture of a woman.
Blade’s gut tightened. She looked familiar. He knew her, but how? She was gorgeous, and he didn’t think he would have forgotten a woman like that.
And then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Impossible.
It couldn’t be her. Could it?
“There’s been a mistake.”
“No mistake,” Mendez said. “Quinn Evans married Hunter Halliday two years ago.”
Quinn Evans.
The woman on the screen was beautiful. Incredibly so. The Quinn Evans he’d known had been terminally shy and extremely overweight. He’d met her when his parents moved to London during his junior year of high school. Some kids were bullying her in the hallway, calling her fat and telling her to be careful or she’d fall through the floor when she took a step. They hooted and howled and called her a pig. Tears had been streaming down her chubby face—and Blade had snapped.
He didn’t know why he’d cared, but there was no way in fuck he was letting those assholes break her down any more than they already had. He’d grown up in Hong Kong, learning to fight and participating in mixed martial arts bouts that sprang up in the meaner districts of the city. So when he’d turned his anger on those punks, they’d scattered.
And they’d never bothered Quinn again. She’d taken to following him around shyly, and he’d mostly ignored her. He’d had big plans for himself, and he wasn’t going to get bogged down in relationships—friendly ones or romantic ones—that made leaving hard when the time came.
When he’d finally realized Quinn wasn’t going to stop following him, he’d sighed and turned and started talking to her. They’d become friends in spite of his self-limiting beliefs. Quinn was funny and smart and pretty in her own way. He’d encouraged her to believe in herself even when she didn’t want to. He’d never thought of her romantically, but he’d cared for her more than he’d cared for anyone during that time.
They’d been friends for nearly two years when they graduated and went their se
parate ways. They’d stayed in touch for the first couple of years, but gradually they’d stopped communicating. Or maybe he had. It was hard to be in touch regularly when you were a SEAL.
“Mrs. Halliday was a fitness blogger and a model,” Mendez said as Ghost clicked over to a montage of a very slender and toned Quinn posing in a bikini.
A fucking bikini! Whoa…
“She moved to New York, where she met Hunter. They dated on and off for a few months before they married. Immediately afterward, she stopped working. No more blogging or photo shoots, though her blog was very popular at the time. Millions of people wanted her advice on losing weight.”
“She married a billionaire. She probably didn’t need the money,” Blade said wryly. He let his gaze drift over the photos. Holy shit, what a transformation. He was proud of her. Not because she was thin but because she’d made up her mind and gone after her goal. She’d always said she wanted to walk into a store and buy something off the rack instead of needing to go to a special store and pray they had something big enough to fit. And by God, she’d done it. She’d really done it.
Ghost flicked to a new slide. This one was more recent. Blade could tell because her expression wasn’t the same as in the earlier photos. It was less… happy. Yeah, that was the word. She’d looked free and proud in the pictures of her fitness modeling. She looked troubled in this photo. Like a dark cloud had settled over her life and wasn’t budging.
“I knew Quinn a long time ago. If you think she’s going to tell me all about the dirty dealings of her husband, I think you’re mistaken,” Blade said to the other men.
Ian Black lifted an eyebrow. “Quite frankly, we don’t know if she’s in on it with him. So no, I don’t expect her to confess to you. There are rumors she’s tried to leave him but he won’t let her go.” Black shrugged. “Could just be gossip to try to deflect any suspicion from her.”
Blade was still trying to process the possibility that Quinn was guilty of conspiracy. Her mother was British, but her father was American. She’d been born in Atlanta, Georgia, and she had dual citizenship. He liked to think she’d care at least a little bit about her country. Enough to not betray it, at any rate.
Then again, he’d met a lot of people over the years who didn’t give a shit one way or the other. Money was a powerful motivator. And there was no doubt Quinn was living a life far removed from the one she’d led when he knew her. Her parents hadn’t been dirt poor or anything, but they certainly hadn’t been rich. Her mother worked in the same bank as his parents. Her father had been a businessman of some sort. Not banking though. A manager in a retail store or something. If Quinn left her husband, what kind of life would she lead? Not the kind she currently had, that’s for sure.
“Then what do you want from me?” Blade asked. Because he was thoroughly confused about the entire situation. It was clear they’d brought him here because of his past relationship with Quinn. And because he could speak Chinese.
The three men exchanged glances. It was Ian Black who spoke. “You know I run a mercenary outfit,” he said. “I’m the guy people call when they want stuff done. I’m a fixer, a man willing to work for anyone, the kind of guy who’ll take anybody’s money so long as it spends. Including Hunter Halliday’s.”
Blade didn’t believe it for a second. He’d been involved in more than one operation where Black was clearly on the right side of the situation. The man was a patriot regardless of how he operated. In fact, his operations were nothing more than a cover for the important work he did in protecting the country from traitors and terrorists. He worked for the same reasons HOT did, even if he did it differently.
“Mrs. Halliday needs a protector. Her husband asked me to find one for her.”
Blade’s hackles rose. “Is she in danger?”
“Hunter is a collector,” Black said. “He likes beautiful things. Mrs. Halliday is a possession, a one-of-a-kind object he intends to protect—or imprison. Not sure which. But if she’s in danger, he’s the one who put her there.”
“How so?”
“We think the microchips in his processors have backdoor coding that will allow him to spy on American military technology and movements. There are a lot of people who would kill for that ability, and Halliday is busily playing them against one another. The Chinese mafia, Beijing.” He frowned. “No matter what she might know, Quinn Halliday is a pawn in his game. If someone thinks it will gain them access to Halliday’s machines, they won’t hesitate to use Quinn as a bargaining chip.”
Blade’s head was spinning. “It sounds like a Mission Impossible movie.”
“Yeah, kinda.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Go in as her protector. Infiltrate Halliday’s network and find out who he’s working with. We don’t know that the backdoor coding is really there, but we’d like to find out before the computers are in use.”
“I’m not a programmer.”
“No, but you have other skills.”
“And what about Quinn? She’ll know me.”
“That might work to our advantage.”
Blade didn’t like the sound of that. “You want me to lean on our former friendship to see what she knows?”
“That’s precisely what we want, sailor,” Mendez said. “The security of this nation might depend on it.”
All he could picture was Quinn’s tearful face that day when he’d beat the hell out of those boys for teasing her. She’d looked at him like he was magical. Like he could do no wrong. And now he was going to approach her like she was the enemy.
Because she could be. “Then I guess I have no choice.”
Ian Black reached into the leather case he’d brought with him and pulled out a folder. He tossed it on the table.
“Memorize the contents before leaving this room. Halliday’s in Hong Kong on business. He has a home and an office there, so he could be there for a few weeks. You’re on the noon flight tomorrow.”
Blade reached for the folder with two fingers and pulled it toward him. He looked at the three men. “Will I have backup?”
Mendez’s expression didn’t change. “You’ll have a contact in Ian’s outfit. HOT can’t be involved in this operation. In fact, you aren’t HOT at the moment—you’re a mercenary in Black Defense International. Otherwise known as Black’s Bandits.”
Ian Black gave him a sugary-sweet grin. “Smile, pumpkin. We’re gonna have a good time. Promise.”
Chapter Two
When the plane landed in Hong Kong, Blade grabbed his carry-on bag from the overhead compartment and made his way to the exit. It was early morning and he’d been flying for what seemed like a week but was really only about twenty-four hours, give or take.
He’d gone over Ian Black’s dossier on Halliday a million times before he walked out of HOT HQ. Everything they knew about Halliday’s business was in there. Hunter was dirty, no doubt about it, but he was also smart. Nothing seemed to stick to him. He could walk through a rain of shit and come out smelling like a bouquet of roses.
Why had Quinn married a man like that? Was it the money? Blade frowned. Had to be. What else?
It was odd to think he was going to be her protector. Halliday didn’t have a personal bodyguard, but he wanted one for his wife. He had security at his business, and there was security at his residence, but he didn’t travel with anyone. His wife, however, wasn’t allowed out of the house without protection—or, to be more accurate, someone to control her movements.
A chauffeur waited at the curb, standing beside a Rolls Royce and holding a sign with Blade’s name on it. Blade walked over and spoke to the man in Cantonese. He and Ian had considered obscuring the fact he spoke the language, but Quinn would know he could.
The chauffeur took Blade’s bag and placed it in the car. Blade climbed into the back seat, and they were soon gliding away from the airport and toward Kowloon and Halliday’s apartment.
Once they finally reached the building, another man met the car, open
ing the door and smiling. “Mr. Garrison?”
“Yes.”
“Mr. Halliday would like you to go straight up, sir.”
Blade exited the car and waited for his bags, but the man shook his head. “Your bags will be sent up. Please,” he said, waving his arm toward the entrance. “Mr. Halliday awaits.”
Blade dug a few bills from his pocket and handed them to the man. He knew his bags would be thoroughly searched before they arrived, which was one of the reasons he had no surveillance equipment on him. If he tried to smuggle bugs into Halliday’s home, he’d be busted before he ever got inside. And the mission would be over.
He headed for the elevator that would take him to the top of the tower. Once he reached the suite, he was shown inside by a butler in white gloves who bowed and spoke softly.
A man stood on the balcony overlooking the harbor, holding a glass of whiskey and barking orders into a phone. He looked just like his photos. Fiftyish, a little paunchy, with graying hair and a manner that said he was the shit and he knew it. Blade disliked him on sight.
Halliday turned and saw Blade standing there. He motioned for Blade to come outside while he continued to talk on the phone. Blade did so, glancing around in case Quinn was nearby. She’d be surprised to see him, but that was nothing he couldn’t handle.