Ghostwalker 04 - Conspiracy Game

overwhelming emotion mixing until they were both so wrapped in one another they were locked in another world.
    Damn. He wanted her with every cell in his body. Every part of his brain. She walked out of the night looking too young. Too innocent. Too soft and sweet for a man like him. She was the epitome of everything he wasn’t, would never be. Home. Family. Children. She was good and he’d lost that so long ago. All he had left was his honor, and if she didn’t get the hell off his mountain, she’d rob him of that. She’d fight his possessive nature and eventually he’d break her spirit. In that moment, as she came closer, he truly hated the monster he had become.
    “What the hell do you want?” he spat out, remaining in the shadows, knowing Jebediah wouldn’t be able to spot him. He was less certain of Briony. He knew she was every bit as enhanced as he.
    Jebediah and Briony exchanged a long look. Jack could smell their fear. It oozed through their pores and permeated the air around them. The tension shot up a notch. Jebediah stepped protectively in front of Briony, and that annoyed the hell out of Jack. He wanted their fear, but at the same time, if anyone was protecting her, it should have been him. She belonged with him .
    “If you came to challenge me to a duel because I fucked your sister, Jebediah, you’re a hell of a lot stupider than I gave you credit for.” The words were out before he could stop them. The rage, usually hidden deep, boiled over with Briony being in such close proximity, his craving for her driving him to stupidity. He detested standing there watching Jebediah put his hands on her. For a man with the need of tight control, she was dangerous, shattering Jack’s every protective shield. He needed to drive her away. Even as the thought came, his heart sank. It was too late for him—for her.
    Fierce anger clouded her face, and she leapt across the distance at him, her hand moving so fast it was actually blurred. The slap was loud, reverberating through the clear night.
    Fear galvanized him into instant action. “Down, Jeb, get down!” He yelled the command even as he slammed his body hard into Briony, driving her backward to the ground, covering her smaller frame with his larger one. Stand down! Stand down!
    The bullet tore through the tree right where Briony’s head had been, splintering wood and sending bark raining over them. Jack kept Briony pinned down, holding her still beneath his body. He knew she could feel the merciless hard-on pressed so tightly against her stomach, and it gave him the utmost satisfaction to see the edge of fear mingled with her fury. His fingers dug into her shoulders and he gave her a little shake. “Damn you for your stupidity. Did you think I wouldn’t have someone out in the shadows with a scope on you? You could have been killed.”
    His body blanketed hers. Imprinted onto hers. Wanted hers. The scare of nearly losing her sent a deep tremor through his body, shaking him. He was never shaken, yet just her closeness had him off balance. Damn it to hell, Ken, don’t you shoot at her again. I’ll fucking kill you myself.
    His brother’s amused laughter echoed through his head. It was a warning shot .
    My ass, that was a warning shot.
    “Get the hell off of me.” Briony’s eyes, so dark with anger, nearly threw off sparks. “I forgot what an utter bastard you are. Get off now.” There was a definite threat in her tone.
    Somewhere deep in his gut, the admiration rose, just as it had when she’d shot a man to protect him. Briony might be sweet and innocent and far too good for the likes of him, but she was a fighter through and through. “Or what?”
    Behind him, Jebediah sat up cautiously, looking around him for the shooter. “Or I’m going to beat you to a bloody pulp. Get off of her.”
    The shadows shifted with the trees, the moon spilling across her face. Jack saw the swelling, the bruise spread across her jaw, chin, and cheek. He’d noticed the gauze wrap on her arm, but someone had hit her? Raw fury poured through his body—raged ice cold and deadly. “Who hit you? Damn it, don’t lie to me either. If your brother dared lay a hand on you… ”
    “My brother wouldn’t hit me, you moron. Let me up now.”
    “Get the hell off my sister or I’m going to knock you off of her,” Jebediah threatened, uncaring of the shooter.
    “Who hit her? Tell me now, Jebediah, or Ken’s going to blow your brains all over the