Title: Live By The Team
Series: Team Fear Series #1
By: Cindy Skaggs
Publication Date: April 23, 2016
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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Live by the Team
A Team Fear Novel
CINDY SKAGGS
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authorâs imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2016 by Cindy Skaggs. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the author: [email protected]
Edited by Jessa Slade
Cover design by L.J. Anderson
First Edition April 2016
ISBN: 1532795742
ISBN-13: 978-1532795749
Prologue
Six months ago
Ryder shifted through the crowd gathering behind the police barricade. A local news crew panned the scene from a vantage point to his left. In front of him, a young blonde lifted a wide-eyed toddler to her hip, giving the kid a better view. Gunshots fired had turned into a three-ring circus complete with spectators and media crews.
Crime scene tape snapped under his fingers before he made the conscious choice to proceed. A uniform cop moved to intercept him, but Ryder stopped him with a glare. Menace was an art form heâd studied for twelve years in the Army. He knew how to intimidate without a word, without a weapon. Could kill as easily.
No one stood between Ryder and his men. Ryder dialed back the tension bunching his shoulders. He scanned the scene, gauging overall mood and readiness. Time didnât allow for more than superficial recon.
A row of patrol cars created a barricade behind which officers lined up, guns drawn. They faced a nondescript ranch house on five acres of hard dirt. A pickup truck was parked under a stand of trees, the only shade for a good ten miles. The shade didnât help much; it was Texas summer hot.
Nervous energy spread like gossip through the officers on this side of the scene. They were getting trigger-happy the longer the standoff lasted. Jittery men did stupid things.
Ryder walked through the line of patrol cars. No one noticed until he placed his body between the police and the scene of the crime. A last line of defense for the soldier in the barricaded house.
Expletives exploded behind the cop cars. Ryder let loose a sarcastic grin and turned; sure he had their attention now. He lifted his hands so they didnât feel compelled to shoot him. The energy in the open field shifted from unease to outright distrust. Sweaty grips tightened on guns. Every eye in the area focused on Ryder and judged him a million kinds of fool.
Ryder met their uncertainty with cool resolve. Todayâs mission involved getting PFC Madigan out alive, which put Ryder in the hot seat. Times like this, he missed the adrenaline rush: the increased heart rate, the quicker thinking, and increased energy that presaged a good fight.
âSir, step back,â a male voice spoke into a bullhorn.
Ryder shook his head no. He raised his voice for the camera and the crowd. He didnât need a bullhorn. âI served with the man inside the house. You want this to end peacefully?â He nodded at the camera. âLet me go in and talk to him.â
More expletives before a tall, slender man wearing a ballistics vest stepped to the west end of the barricaded cars. Tall like a Jolly Green, the manâs shadow stretched across the desert, the setting sun casting him in silhouette. Any half-trained soldier coming off a three-day bender could take him out. The soldier trapped in the house qualified as exceptionally trained. Ryder had done the training.
Ryder held his position, protecting both sides from bloodshed. âSheriff,â he guessed, rightly so when the man nodded. âI was on the phone with your suspect when you arrived on scene. Weâve established rapport. Let me go in before the situation escalates.â
It wasnât a question. Ryder didnât back down. Another news van pulled up in a billow of dust. The crew jumped out, filming on the fly.
A sidebar conversation happened behind the cars while the cameras whirred. Even at sunset, the temps were in the triple digits. The heat factor fueled tempers. Voices raised and lowered with curses and outrage.
Standing between the police and their suspect, Ryder didnât break a sweat. He absorbed the heat, used it to fuel his system. Guns from both sides pointed at him. The police maintained their vigil, while inside, Madigan would do the same, his sole focus on the troops massing in his front yard. âMad Dogâ Madigan was a weapons specialist. He would have the scene covered.
While the sheriff and his men deliberated, Ryderâs backup moved into position through the rear of the house.
The phone in his back pocket buzzed with an incoming call. He reached and guns lifted to the top of the cars. His hands stayed steady as he pulled the phone out, keeping his movements slow and deliberate. The voice on the other end reached his ears before the phone did.
âPlease tell me these reports arenât live.â The Texas drawl didnât calm the panic in her voice. He could picture her pretty face, brows raised in frustration. Her hands fluttering as she spoke.
âTheyâre live.â Regret closed his eyes for a barely perceptible moment. Lauren. Heâd told her he had to go help an Army buddy. âThis is me helping a friend.â
âWith guns pointed at you?â
âSometimes, thatâs what it takes, baby. I gotta go.â
âRyderââ
He clicked off and dialed Madigan. The call connected without a word spoken. The soldierâs breathing pattern was high and erratic, which concerned Ryder more than the police standoff. Every damn thing about this situation felt wrong. None of this shit was the way they were trained. Hell, Ryder would have sworn emotion had been beaten out of them until he heard the sob on the other end of the line.
âThis is bad, Ryder.â
âNo shit.â He kept his tone low and measured, aware of the audience.
âDo you thinkââ
âIâm coming in whether they let me or not. Keep it holstered.â He pocketed the phone and looked across the yard to the sheriff. The other manâs gaze hid in twilight shadows, but his stance read more relaxed than the rest of his men. âSheriff, I have him on the phone. This is your one chance to end this standoff without bloodshed.â
âHow do I know youâre not taking another weapon inside?â
The smirk came natural to Ryder. Who was the sheriff kidding? Madigan stockpiled enough weaponry to start a civil war. The cache of weapons was what kept the sheriffâs men hunkered down instead of going inside. Ryder lifted his shirt and turned slowly, he even smiled for the cameras as he proved he wasnât armed or dangerous. Well, the dangerous part was open for interpretation. âIâm not losing another soldier, Sheriff. Thatâs a promise I made my men when we came back.â
There wasnât a soldier alive who didnât know the odds. Twenty-two suicides a day. Not today. The words were a prayer. Too bad Ryder had nothing left to believe in or pray to. Sometimes you had to handle shit on your own.
âYou can shoot me in the back for the cameras if you want, but Iâm going in.â
He didnât wait for a response. The dirt shifted under his boots as he spun and headed to the front porch. Ants circled a discarded pizza box on the welcome mat. The stench of rancid cheese hit him as he grabbed the doorknob, which turned easily in his hand. Ryder pushed into the house. Gloom shrouded the entryway.
âClose the door.â The voice came from the black void several feet to the right. âLock it.â
âNot my first rodeo,â he said, but moved to comply. âYou hung up on me earlier today, Mad Dog. We didnât finish our conversation.â
They followed a strict protocol. No matter where a soldier lived, if he called, someone came running. No questions. They werenât going to be part of some fucked-up statistic. Ryder was geographically closest to Madigan, so he dropped everything, kissed his new wife, and hit the highway. Rose had moved in from the north, and theyâd arrived about the same time.
âI shouldnât have called. Shouldnât have involved you. I woke upââ Another hiccup from a hardened warrior. What the ever-loving hell?
âNightmare?â They happened, and when they did, they felt real. Sounded real.
âI called before I had time to pull my head out.â Madiganâs tone calmed. âBefore I could pin down what was real, a shitload of cop cars came barreling down the drive. How the fuck did they know to show up?â
âGood question.â Ryder kept his tone slow and easy as he catalogued the surroundings, waiting for his backup to come at Madigan from behind. Ryder was the distraction. They werenât losing another soldier.
âYou did the right thing, calling me. Thatâs the deal. Live by the team.â They might be out of the Army, might be disillusioned and disgraced, but they were still a fucking team.
âI lost time today, Ry.â
Could they still be having side effects after all these months? âHow much time?â
âHours.â The anguish in Madiganâs voice turned the dark hall into a black hole. âIâm afraid to turn on the light. Find out whatâs real.â
âThe hell you are.â No fear wasnât just a motto. âPack that shit up. Concentrate on the situation. Where are Maggie and the baby?â
âTheyâre my life. You know that?â
âI do. So letâs end this so you can get back to living.â
Sniffling sounded from a corner and Ryder was closer to triangulating Madiganâs position. He could take him in the murky light, but Madiganâs eyes were already acclimated to the black void. Heâd have the upper hand. Darkness was Ryderâs friend, helped him focus, but today, night vision didnât give him the advantage. Ryder reached to the wall and patted until he hit a switch. He flipped the light.
âFuck.â Madigan shielded his eyes with one hand while the other aimed a gun at Ryder.
Where the hell was Ryderâs backup? Rose was supposed to take Madigan from behind, but Mad Dogâs back was now against a wall. Madigan backed himself into a corner looking every bit like his call sign: Mad Dog. A halo of red hair capped a tall, lean body smeared with war paint. The wild expression on his face surpassed insane. Blood covered Madiganâs hands and bare chest as if heâd painted himself in some twisted ritual. His eyes were dilated.
âYou on drugs?â Maybe drugs explained the panic that shouldnât be there. And the lost time.
âNo.â Madigan scrubbed a hand over his eyes. âAt least I donât think so.â
âWhat does that mean, Mad Dog? You know better than to experiment with that shit.â With everything they had had pumped into their systems, even alcohol was a gamble.
âI didnât, not on purpose, Ryder, I swear, but I woke up with the worst fucking headache. Disoriented.â
Theyâd all experienced those symptoms at least once. Shit. âWhatâs the last thing you remember?â
âI went into town to get pizza. Maggie didnât feel good and the baby was fussy. I thoughtââ He pounded his forehead with the hand holding the gun. âWhy the fuck canât I remember?â
âWhat time was that?â
âLunch.â
Hours ago. âYour truckâs out front. Do you remember pulling into the drive?â
âYeah.â He pounded the back of his skull into the wall. âMaggie screamed. Thatâs what I remember. She screamed. I bolted. God, I canât believeâ I wouldnât, but I had to, itâs only me in the house. And Iâm covered in it.â His voice rose. âTheyâre my life.â
âCalm down.â Something was seriously fucking wrong, because the soldier stank with fear. Ryder took two measured steps closer.
âStay back.â Madigan lifted a handgun and aimed at center mass. âDonât take another step.â
Ryder paused. âIâm not afraid of dying.â
âNeither am I.â
Wasnât that the problem?
Keep him talking. âDid Maggie leave you?â
âI wish.â Panic lifted his voice. âNot the way you mean. I donât remember, but it had to be me.â An unfocused haze covered his eyes in a thin white film. âIâm the only one here, and thereâs so much fucking blood.â
âYouâre not making any sense.â Two steps closer. âSitrep,â he barked, demanding a situation report from the soldier.
The order snapped Madiganâs shoulders to attention. âTheyâre dead.â He twisted his bloody hand in front of his hazy eyes as if the five fingers held the answers. âTheyâre my life.â
Seconds later, something in his eyes went hard. Determination replaced the haze, causing a shift in the soldierâs stance. All the training and the mood-altering modifications clicked into place until Mad Dog metamorphosed into a warrior.
Madigan knew how to kill and heâd finally settled on a target.
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Hostile. That was one word that summed up Lira Matthews in Kane’s honest-to-god opinion. Actually, calling her hostile was putting it lightly. Belligerent. Vicious. Scathing. All wonderful words that could be used to describe Lira. Never in his entire life had he met a woman like her. From the very moment she stepped into the small town of Hazelwood she intrigued him. It could have been her guarded, distrusting eyes or her sweet softness hidden underneath her tough façade — all Kane knew was he wanted her. To Lira, a Dean’s list medical student, Kane was just another hot mechanic. Sure, he had corded arms that made you gulp in desire and a kindness to him that made your insides melt, but they were from two different worlds. Two worlds that were never meant to meet — they both knew that. That was until Lira’s past catches up with her and she must decide whether she can face her fears or let it consume her whole. Amazon US I Amazon UK I B&N I iBooks I Kobo
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black truck zoom past me and suddenly brake a few metres ahead. It shifted its gears into reverse and sidled up beside me. The driver’s door thrust open and Kane jumped out in all his glory, rounding the hood of the vehicle and walking towards me. Of course he was here. His cropped, dark hair was quickly becoming drenched. Drops of rainwater ran down from his hair over the hard ridges of his face and disappeared into the front of his shirt. I tore my gaze from the expanse of his solid chest and lifted my head to meet his eyes. His sharp green eyes skimmed over my face and ran over my drenched body. “Lira, what are you doing in the rain?” Kane snapped, shaking out of his leather-lined jacket and pushing my arms into it. This jacket was different to the leather one he was wearing last night. The softest wool I had ever felt lined the inside, instantly warming my chilled bones. The cuff came past where my arm ended, the heavy jacket ending just above my knees, but it was perfect. I buried my face into the collar, breathing in the heady scent of Kane; warm soap and the slightest whiff of tobacco. My eyes flickering shut, I let myself take in Kane’s smell. I could get drunk on this stuff.
Alexia Halliwell is a New Adult Romance author, fresh to the wonderful world of publishing. Born and raised in beautiful Sydney, Alexia loves nothing more than lounging under the shade of a big gum tree inhaling her favourite paperback. When she isn’t bar-hopping down the streets of Sydney (for research purposes of course) or cuddling her gorgeous pup, she’s probably snuggled in bed with a cup of tea, spinning elaborate tales about all the characters screaming at her in her head. Although a handsome and respected psychologist, Worth is unable to free himself from the curse of his father’s past. Nor can his beautiful wife, Auggie. Her mother’s deceit spawned the devil incarnate. A brother who rises from the depths of hell to haunt them with hatred and retribution. Evil and manipulative, Linc doesn’t care who he hurts to get what he wants and must be stopped before he goes too far. Can Worth and Auggie fight him and rise above it all, finding salvation in each other? More importantly, can they protect their family from the legacy of inherited evil? Alice Ward Alice Ward is the author of the New Adult series, RECKLESS. Reading and Writing romance is her passion and she writes with her true heart. Living in Miami, the beach is her favorite place to relax with her laptop and write her next spicy romance. However, when she is not reading or writing romance, she also enjoys being with her beautiful family. Jessica Blake Jessica Blake is the author of the hot alpha billionaire romance series, The Billionaire Prisoner, along with her friend Alice Ward. Since she was a young college girl reading and writing romance was what she loved the most and she enjoys entertaining her fans through her books. Living in Miami, she likes to sit by the pool with her laptop and write her next hot romance. However, when she is not reading or writing romance, she also enjoys being with her beautiful family. |
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