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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At least someone was on her side.

How could they have done this to her? When she agreed to take this job, to put her life on the line, she’d had one deal breaker. She wouldn’t work with Drake Radcliffe.

Now a year and a half into the op and they slipped him in without giving her the option of saying no.

Only one person could have set this up.

The liar himself. “I’ll go. But I think I’ll say hi first.”

She knew exactly the language to use.

* * * *

Drake couldn’t believe how different Kyle Hawthorne looked. And how familiar.

In the weeks since he’d faked his death and come here to Wyoming to lay low until they were ready, Kyle had gone from looking like one of the happiest fuckers in the world to a dark and bitter bastard who likely killed people. Like he’d looked after he’d been forced to kill his fiancée.

Kyle had walked away from the Agency, left Drake all by himself to deal with Julia’s treachery. He’d gone to work for McKay-Taggart in some meathead bodyguard job that didn’t touch his true talents and he’d met a girl who’d slowly brought him back to life.

MaeBe Vaughn. How fucking bitter Drake had been when he’d realized Kyle had fallen in love with McKay-Taggart’s resident hacker/gamer girl and she’d loved him back. MaeBe had pink hair, goth clothes, and a genuinely good soul.

When Drake had “fallen” it had been for one more traitor.

His life was full of them.

And he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the last one. He’d been angry and bitter about Taylor Cline for long enough. It was time to do something about her.

After he finished this one last op.

He didn’t actually have a life outside of work since Taylor. Now he didn’t even consider trying to have a relationship because no one compared to her. He’d briefly romanced a scientist, but it had never even gotten to a kiss. Still, being around Maddie Hill had made him miss…not Taylor. The idea of Taylor. Who Taylor was in his head.

It no longer mattered. He’d made his decision about Taylor, and he was going to go through with it. He’d never been able to move on, and now she was going to get what she’d wanted all those months before. She was going to take him down, and he would be the one who blew it all to hell for her.

“Are you still with me, man?” Kyle was staring at him with dark eyes.

Drake tried to shake off the past. Julia was alive, and Taylor had been so much a part of his life right after Julia had been dead. It seemed all his ghosts were haunting him again.

Or he could stop fooling himself and accept that there hadn’t been a day that had gone by that he didn’t think about her, didn’t worry about where she was and what was happening to her and how he could find her and make her pay for what she’d done to him.

“Of course.” He took a long breath and forced himself to try to relax. “You said Constance was upstairs? I’d like to meet her and get this thing going. We’re due in London soon, and I want to be sure she’s ready for the op. It’s dangerous, and I don’t want to send her in unprepared.”

He was fairly certain the mysterious Constance Tyne would be irritated with him, but he’d never met her before and while she’d passed all of the Agency’s yearly tests for the past five years, there was no video of her, no way for him to feel comfortable going in with her.

He had two weeks to decide if this op was happening.

Yeah, Constance would be irritated with that, too, but she was going to have to deal with it. This was his op now, and she was his asset. Up until now she’d been overseen by Brad, who let her run pretty wild, but that was about to change. She was the gun he would point and shoot and hopefully kill his sister with.

Then he would deal with Taylor. He had been looking for months now with no luck, but he was going to start rattling cages until he figured out exactly where they were holding her. He’d eliminated the usual suspects. The Agency had to have her in one of their smaller prisons.

“She’s not what I expected.” Kyle wore a dark T-shirt and jeans and sneakers. He slid the thick white apron he’d worn over his head and laid it on the table to his left. The kitchen at Cowgirl’s Choice smelled like fried food and bleach, proving Sandra believed in giving her customers what they wanted and in proper cleaning techniques.

“How so?” He trusted Kyle’s instincts. They’d been close once, but Julia’s death had broken their friendship.



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