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The Family Devlyn Series
Raised in a dysfunctional family, Cassandra Devlyn Ferguson has tried to leave the past behind and carve out a new life with her husband, former Black Ops specialist, Sean Ferguson. Her family's shady business dealings never involved her, and she intends to keep it that way.
Sean wants nothing more than to be a devoted, loving husband. But his new job sends him to the front lines at some of the world's most dangerous spots. For years, he's blamed his Irish wanderlust for the risks, but the truth is ' he enjoys the rush of adrenaline danger brings. When the Devlyn family's mistakes come looking for Cassie, it's up to Sean to bring her home safely.
The one positive? Cassie knows all about her family's true nature and is willing to walk away from everything to stay with him. The negative? Someone wants them dead and will stop at nothing to keep all the skeletons in the closet.
“Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?” Real fear rose in her throat. If this man knew of her distaste for her siblings, what other family secrets did he know?
He stepped forward, circling her chair as he began reciting as though asked an unspoken question. “Cassandra Alexander Devlyn, born December 24, 1986 in Seattle. Three older brothers, mother attempted unsuccessfully to kill herself when you were eight; and was ultimately committed to a personal care facility for unspecified reasons. Living as the only daughter with a raging psychotic brother proved damaging and dangerous when Greg wrecked while drunk, injuring you and killing your best friend. On advice of psychiatrists you left Martin Devlyn’s house in Alpharetta at the age of eighteen to attend Georgia Tech after having survived the horrific crash, and never lived at home again. Is that enough or shall I continue?” The smirk on his face held no menace, only the confidence of a man who holds all the cards.
“No. That’s enough for me to know you’ve done your homework. How much am I worth?”
“Seventeen million euros if he pays at first demand, twenty at our second.”
“What about a third demand?”
He looked at Cassie with those cold eyes. “Then I tell him where to retrieve the body, Miss Devlyn.”
“Please don’t call me that.” Legally Cassie was a Ferguson; only her family refused to acknowledge the change. “If you can’t just call me Cassandra, then use my correct last name—Ferguson.”
“Interesting, that I did not know. Very well then, Mrs. Ferguson. I was hired to find you and use you to exact revenge against MM Air as well as your brother and father. They have some actions to answer for. Your family, your brothers, are monsters and need to be held accountable for their crimes.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Mr. Tsichevna. Why pick on me?” Cassie demanded with as much bravado as she could muster. “Why not grab Greg or Martin if that’s who you’re upset with?”
Walking over, he knelt down before her chair and looked into her eyes. The cold in his eyes seemed to soften as he examined hers. “You play innocent very well, Mrs. Ferguson. Can it be you really don’t know about your father and the other side of MM Air? That would be the icing on this cake. To enlighten Martin Devlyn’s daughter to who and what he really is would be a delight beyond measure.”
Cassie could feel Tsichevna’s eyes burning into the side of her head. Though she tried to ignore him, his mere presence made her nervous and uneasy. For not the last time she wished she had the custom made Glock handgun Sean gave her for Christmas several years ago.
“I’m sorry, but I really don’t know what you’re talking about. MM Air ships everything from military supplies to humanitarian aid to all corners of the world. They aren’t responsible for where and how those supplies are used. I’m sorry but it seems to me you need to go after those who actually used those weapons against your families. Not the transportation company.”
Tsichevna snorted at her. “Do you know how to cripple a man who is already tormented, Mrs. Ferguson? Take something he treasures and give it back to him broken. Think about that, who shall be tormented the most when I break you?” The sneer on his mouth made her want to jump up and slap it off. His gaze wandered up and down her silk clad body, naked hunger written on his face. Pulling a small switchblade from his pocket, Tsichevna began flicking the blade open and then closed.
“Leave us,” he demanded of the two others. “And close the door behind you.”
Cassie’s blood ran cold.
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