Take (Fury Brothers #4)

When we’d first arrived, she’d been filled with dismay. Then she rolled up her sleeves, determination etched on her face.

Jack had the same sort of stubborn nature.

At the thought of my friend, I felt a shot of guilt.

Damn. I’d buried my face in his sister’s pussy. And I’d loved every minute of it.

And I wanted more of her.

Focus on her safety, Fury.

I was pleased to find a university security guard on duty outside Frankie’s lab. I’d had a quiet chat with the university security team while Frankie swept up inside. They all knew who I was. I’d made several suggestions for beefing things up, along with offering a free installation of an upgraded security system donated by PSS. They’d been ecstatic.

I wasn’t telling Frankie about that. I knew that independent streak of hers would make her balk.

I’d helped clean up the broken glass, and now she was stacking new vials on the workbench. She moved over to check a fridge.

She was wearing a lab coat, and I found it strangely attractive. Not to mention she was also wearing one of my white business shirts with her jeans. She’d knotted the bottom of it and rolled up the sleeves, and managed to still look stylish.

“You have to start from scratch?” I asked.

“No. He didn’t destroy my cultures. I think the mess was due to the fight, and he was just trying to muddy the waters. Make it look like a robbery. He just wanted my laptop.” She shrugged. “They can’t do much with only half my data.”

“You’re very passionate about this.”

“Yes. I want this project to go way beyond helping soldiers. I want to help regular people. People with chronic illness, diabetics, people with depression. If they can get the required medication they need, on demand, without endless pills and needles, it would make it just a little easier to live their lives.”

I admired her dedication. My cellphone rang, and I pulled it out. It was a blocked number. “I need to take this.”

She nodded and moved back to the workbench.

I stepped into the hall, watching her through the glass.

“Fury.”

“Reath,” a familiar voice said.

“Donlon, I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”

The man cleared his throat. He sounded nervous. “Word on the street is the foreigners who shopped with me are spreading the word.”

My gut hardened. “About?”

“They have something big to sell. Some secret project they want to sell to any interested militaries for big bucks.”

My instincts tingled, my gaze locked on Frankie. “What project?”

“They’re not giving any details, but they’re shopping this project for auction. Said it can make super soldiers.”

This had to be Frankie’s project.

These fuckers, whoever the hell they were, had come to New Orleans to target her research.

“I need to know details, Donlon. What they’re selling and who they are. I need names.”

“Reath, man, I don’t want to end up dead. These guys don’t strike me as people who mess around.”

“Do it on the down-low. No one will know the intel came from you. Donlon, this is important.”