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Death Sentence, erotic suspense – part of the Omega Team series.
She’ll risk everything for justice…
He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe…and in his arms.
Greed and corruption rule at Zephron Correctional Institute for Women. A prisoner dies. The official ruling suicide.
Hallie Reyes knows it’s murder. Driven to protect the other inmates, she hires The Omega Team to infiltrate the prison where she works as a nurse. The agency sends Chase Wallace, a former Army Ranger. He’s tall, dark, and deliciously male. Temptation Hallie doesn’t need but can’t resist.
Chase has been on dangerous missions before but never with a woman like Hallie. Fearless and determined, she’s everything he’s wanted and won’t chance losing.
Even if he has to take the entire prison down.
A Zephron guard stepped inside.
Hallie froze. He shouldn’t have been here. This was miles from the prison and not the guards’ usual hangout. Face lowered, she huddled in her booth.
“Hallie?” Athena asked. “You still there?”
“I have to leave.”
“A Zephron guard just came in. He hasn’t seen me yet. As soon as he grabs a seat, I’m taking off. We’ll have to reschedule—”
“Hold on. Is the guy six-three or so, long, black hair tied back, coppery skin, high cheekbones?”
The only thing Athena hadn’t asked was whether he was also virile as hell.
Talk about a walking billboard for male perfection. His black tee and worn jeans hugged his lean yet muscular frame. Having shoulders that broad should have been a crime. The bulge behind his fly promised nights filled with wicked pleasure. Every straight woman’s dream.
He scanned the room.
Hallie’s heart jumped to her throat. “Did you guys set up hidden cameras in here? Are you watching me? Us? Him?”
“No. If you see the man I described that’s a good thing. He’s your contact.”
“You can’t be serious. He’s a new hire at Zephron. He started weeks ago, just a few months after Kim….” Hallie couldn’t finish. “He must have conned you into thinking he was someone else.”
“Grey and I have known him for years. He’s fully vetted.”
“Didn’t you hear me? Besides doing assignments for you, he works at the prison.”
“We put him in there. For another client.”
Hallie squeezed her phone. “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”
“We had to vet you first. Like you said, no telling what the people at that place are capable of. We needed to find out if you were legit or part of the problem.”
She slumped against the table. This would have made a good plot for The Blacklist or Quantico. In real life, it was a nightmare she wanted to wake from. “Who is he?”
“He’ll tell you.”
The call went dead.
He negotiated the tables and stopped at her booth. “Hey.”
Her tightened throat wouldn’t allow speech. If he’d duped the team or all of them had conned her, tonight wouldn’t end well.
She wasn’t ready to die, but running wasn’t an option. He blocked her escape, was far taller, and outweighed her by eighty pounds of pure muscle or more. Catching her would be a cinch for him. He could probably snap her neck as easily as a chicken’s.
Steeled for the worst, she gestured to the seat across from her.
He regarded her trembling hand. “Relax, all right? I’m here to help. Promise.”
His voice rumbled in her belly like deep, seductive bass. Warmth flowed through her, but didn’t chase away her dread.
He slid into the seat and offered his hand. “Chase Wallace.”
Not a name she would have expected for a Native American. By her guesstimate, he came from Seminole, and possibly European ancestry on his father’s side, which had blessed him with the Wallace name and impressive height.
Dark lashes fringed his deep-brown eyes. Stubble covered his cheeks, chin, and upper lip. The five o’clock shadow added to his masculine allure.
At Zephron, she’d noticed him immediately. However, she hadn’t learned any particulars as to who he was. “Hallie Reyes.” She took his hand.
His grip caressed rather than harmed.
Nerve endings fired and sent tingles up her arm. His skin was deliciously hot, his palm callused. He’d known hard labor.
The only physical effort the other guards indulged in was breaking up fights, hauling recalcitrant inmates to confinement, and fucking. Off the clock and on. The guards’ air-conditioned bubbles must have seemed like heaven to the prisoners. More than a few young women did whatever their keepers wanted, no matter how lewd or vile, in order to luxuriate in a cool breeze and avoid having their early release snatched away.
Ruthlessly, the guards used their power, no different from Hallie’s father.
She released Chase’s hand and tried to shake off her attraction to him. Wasn’t like her. She had no desire for a relationship with any man. An occasional one-night stand was all she could manage and only to take the edge off.
Messing around with him for a few hours wouldn’t do. She’d want more.