No Time to Lie (Masters and Mercenaries – Reloaded #4) Read Online Lexi Blake

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Masters and Mercenaries - Reloaded Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
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It felt like she was talking about something very specific. “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t had many relationships, and I don’t intend to get into anything beyond a base sexual relationship with a man.”

She had to think of this as an odd sort of job interview. She would gather knowledge and then the next operative to take on the job would know exactly what to do.

“Good for you, girl,” the blonde said. “Keep the fuckers at arm’s length. Do you have any family you’re close to?”

“Shouldn’t you already know that?”

“I like to ask.”

“I don’t have any biological family left.” In this Taylor could be honest. “At least none that I know of. My parents are dead, and I didn’t have any siblings. It’s precisely why the Agency recruited me. I don’t have any ties.”

“And you don’t mind selling your country out,” the blonde replied.

“That’s rich coming from you.”

“No hypocrisy here,” the blonde assured her. “It was merely a statement of fact. Honestly, when you think about it, America is capitalism. It’s our real religion, so chasing after money makes you the most American of all. At least that’s how I think of it. I grew up in a very rah-rah, America rocks home, but one of my parents got it. He understood that personal power is worth far more than any patriotism.” She stood and straightened her clothes. “We’re going to my room first. I need to grab something before we get started.”

Taylor didn’t like it when plans changed. “I thought I was doing this on my own. I prefer to work alone.”

The train pulled into the station close to the hotel and the blonde moved to the door. “I assure you that you’ll be acting alone tonight, but I do need to be able to watch you. You’re going to wear an earpiece so I can direct you.”

“I thought I was simply going to download Dr. Rebecca Walsh’s laptop.”

“The parameters have changed slightly.” The blonde looked her up and down, one brow rising. “I need to know you can think on your feet. If this goes well, I’ll get you in touch with the board. Like I said before, we’re down an operative and we need someone competent in place. There are some big things happening on the horizon, and I don’t have time to train some newbie who would probably faint at the sight of blood on her hands. So let’s go or you can run away and I’ll handle it myself.”

The doors opened and the blonde stepped out, starting for the ramp that would lead up and out of the station.

She could stay here on the train and let it all go. Drake would cheer her on.

And The Consortium would kill more men like her father. Drake would continue to worry about his sister, and Kyle wouldn’t be able to rejoin his family, and that girl he kept chasing online would end up with a dude named West.

One night. It was all she had to give this mission and she could feel satisfied that she could build another. Taylor stood and followed the blonde out.

A man was standing up ahead, his eyes on the blonde. He was silent as everyone moved around them. The train filled and the station went quiet.

“Good. You’re coming.” She went right up to the man and patted his lapel before looking Taylor’s way. “This is our muscle for the night. He’ll help us out if we need it. You can call him John.”

John.

Fuck. She was staring right at the man she’d been trying to ID for weeks. The man who worked so often with Julia Ennis.

The dark-haired man who killed at Julia’s command nodded her way. “Let’s get going. Everything looks to be in place. I’m expecting the op to begin right on time.”

They turned and started up the ramp.

Taylor followed. Her night had gotten way more dangerous.

* * * *

Drake raced into the lobby of The Garden, still holding his cell. He’d lost Lydia back at the restaurant, though he was certain Damon would have his ass for not calling in before he came back.

He couldn’t tip off Brad. Taylor had been in the dungeon. She wouldn’t have her cell on her so calling her would have been useless. Brad might be listening in on her cell. He hadn’t thought to check, hadn’t thought to protect her from a person who should be watching over her.

Damn it, he’d trusted the wrong person again.

He was the worst fucking spy in the world, and this time Taylor would pay the price.

“I need you to find Kyle Hawthorne.” He approached the woman at the front desk.

She was a tall brunette wearing a corset and miniskirt. “I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t disrupt the evening’s play. If you would like to find someone, I can check your membership and you can enter the dungeon after you change.”



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