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  The Heroes of Silver Island 5

  Safe and Assigned to Ecstasy

  At her best friend’s urging, Jennifer Moss takes a vacation to ménage-inhabited Silver Island. She’s not looking for a man, let alone two, but the instant attraction she feels for Alec is off the charts. When Adam shows up, all her old desires resurface for him, too.

  Battling amnesia, retired FBI Agent Alec McIntyre knows he shouldn’t get involved with Jennifer, but the smart, sexy, and beautiful woman gives him an escape from the dark thoughts and empty spots he can’t remember. But an enemy from his past is determined to see that doesn’t last long.

  Two years ago, Jennifer awakened a desire in FBI team leader Adam Cooper he can’t control. He’s kept his distance, but that option is about to be taken away. A ruthless kingpin has targeted Alec, Jennifer is vacationing on Silver Island, and Adam is about to find himself smack in the middle of an assignment that will change all of their lives.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 47,955 words

  SAFE AND ASSIGNED

  TO ECSTASY

  The Heroes of Silver Island 5

  Tonya Ramagos

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  Copyright © 2016 by Tonya Ramagos

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  SAFE AND ASSIGNED

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  The Heroes of Silver Island 5

  TONYA RAMAGOS

  Copyright © 2016

  Prologue

  Silver Springs, Mississippi – Two years ago

  “Savior, I see you made it.” Alec Veansa glanced at his wristwatch as he stepped through the cottage door onto the deck of the yacht. “Three o’clock sharp. I like a punctual associate.”

  Not that the man would be an associate after today. By nightfall, Alec intended to make sure the man was dead. But he needed to play the game for now, let the bastard believe Alec was buying into the bullshit cover story Curt Sawyer, A.K.A Savior, A.K.A. FBI asshat special agent Cameron Stone, had been feeding him.

  Stone lifted his chin in the direction of one of Alec’s men who stood a few feet away with a semiautomatic aimed at Stone’s chest. Stone tipped his head back to indicate the second man behind him, this one with a gun poking into Stone’s back. Six feet of obvious solid muscles, Stone had an impressive build for a Fed, but he’d be no match for Kesor or Malis even if the men hadn’t been in possession of firearms. Alec knew how to choose his men well, and Kesor and Malis were two of the best bodyguards in the cartel.

  “Then what’s with the warm welcome?”

  The grin Alec gave Stone usually had men shaking in their shoes. If it had that effect on Stone, it didn’t show on the outside. Of course, FBI agents were trained not to show any outward emotions.

  “Just keeping you in line.”

  Alec gave his man behind Stone an infinitesimal nod. It was all Kesor needed to know that Alec wanted Stone to be searched. And how about them apples? Stone had come to today’s meeting packing a Glock.

  “A line I’ve apparently stepped out of,” Stone commented as Kesor confiscated the Glock. “Care to tell me how?”

  Alec shot a pointed glance at the Glock and lifted a brow. “Not so trusting today, are you?”

  “I’m getting the vibe I shouldn’t have been so trusting last night.”

  Alec hadn’t expected Stone to be. The fact that the man had shown up at their first meeting at the restaurant last night unarmed had been a surprise. Although, Alec hadn’t known at the time that Stone was with the FBI.

  “What the fuck is going on, Mc—man.”

  What the fuck was going on was Alec had made good use of his boss, Boran Roumduol’s, many contacts and discovered Stone wasn’t Sawyer, a man who’d claimed to be looking to join forces with the cartel and help expand operations to a neighboring state.

  “It will be my pleasure to tell you…inside.” Alec turned his back on Stone, knowing his men would keep the agent in line, and headed back into the yacht’s cottage. He walked straight to the wet bar, shooting a look over his shoulder at Stone as the man stepped inside. “Have a seat. I’ll bring you a drink.”

  Alec felt Stone’s gaze on him as he poured two fingers of whiskey in separate glasses and turned to find the man sitting on the buttery crea
m leather sofa along the side wall. The man was obviously working to come across as comfortable with one ankle propped on the opposite knee and his posture relaxed, but Alec could all but see the wheels turning in his head.

  Enjoying himself more than he had in a long time and wanting to see the agent squirm, Alec handed Stone one of the glasses. “I found a few stones in your past you failed to mention last night.”

  Stone didn’t seem to catch the wordplay Alec purposely put in his statement. He sipped his whiskey, eyeballing Alec over the rim of the glass, and waited for Alec to go on.

  Alec obliged him as he took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa. “It seems you haven’t always traveled on the wrong side of the fence. As a matter of fact, it appears you aren’t now, either.”

  Stone didn’t flinch, he didn’t blink, but Alec’s senses were keen, and he could tell he’d gotten to the man this time.

  He waited a few beats, let the moment drag out as he sipped his whiskey, and finally asked, “Speechless?”

  “Try clueless. How about you stop playing word games and get to the point?”

  Alec felt himself smile. “I like games, especially when I hold the best tiles. Take Scrabble for instance. If I were to play the word investigate, what would you counter with?”

  “I suppose that would all depend on the tiles I had in my possession.”

  Alec slowly nodded. “But since you don’t currently have any tiles, we’ll pass on your turn, and I’ll build off of it. How about SCI?”

  SCI was used in the bureau as code for Sensitive Compartmented Information. Alec had no doubts Stone would understand the abbreviation, but the agent continued to hide his reaction well.

  “Abbreviations don’t usually count for words in Scrabble.”

  “I’m not taking score here, but you might want to. I’ll give you another one. I’ll put an ‘s’ after the ‘i’ this time. IS.”

  IS—Investigative Specialist. According to the information Alec had uncovered on FBI special agent Cameron Stone, the man was considered to be one of the best investigative specialists in the bureau.

  Stone’s gaze slid sideways to Malis who had shifted slightly, the semiautomatic still in his hand now aimed directly at Stone’s head. Alec hadn’t revealed the information he’d discovered to his men. He hadn’t seen the need. They would follow his orders without question or explanation when the time came.

  “At least you spelled a word,” Stone said, turning his attention back to Alec. “I would think with all the tiles you’ve got you could come up with something better.”

  “I take it that one isn’t good enough for you. Then how about I play off of the other ‘i’? Do you like FBI better?”

  Nothing. No jolt, no blink, not even a slight change to Stone’s facial expression. The agent was good. Alec would give him that. If the fucker hadn’t been a Fed, Alec might have even considered recruiting him for the cartel. He could’ve used a man so experienced in keeping his inner emotions in check.

  “At least it’s an accepted acronym in the rule book.”

  “Perhaps in Scrabble, but not in my rule book or that of my business, Agent Stone.” The man still didn’t flinch, but something finally flickered through his eyes. His cover had been blown. He knew that now and had to be wondering how. “I’ll answer your question for you since you can’t seem to find your tongue again. There were cameras in the dining room of the restaurant last night. The name you gave me, Curt Sawyer, he would have been a man I would have liked to have as a partner. But the face that came with that name didn’t check out so well.”

  “So what now?”

  What now indeed. “Today is your lucky day.”

  “How so?”

  Alec flicked a pointed look toward Malis. “I’m not going to give my man over there the signal to pump you full of holes.”

  “Why not?” Stone’s voice remained conversational as if they were talking about the color of the paint on the cottage’s walls rather than the impending end to his life.

  “It would be stupid of me don’t you think? At least before I find out everything you know, everything you’ve shared with your buddies at the bureau.”

  That wouldn’t happen here, on this yacht. It was too risky. Sticking around longer than necessary at the marina was too risky.

  “You should know an agent never reveals his information or his sources.”

  Alec felt his lips unfold in a grin that he felt confident likely chilled Stone’s blood to his toes. “Oh, you will before I’m through with you.”

  Stone wouldn’t easily give up the information. A man like him would be trained to deal with the hardships of capture, taught to survive fear, and coached on how to keep it together in the face of extreme torture. Alec would wait until they set sea back to Cambodia, back to the compound on the cartel’s home turf to begin and see just how well trained FBI special agent Cameron Stone was after all.

  “I’ve got a word for you,” Stone told him calmly. “I’ll play off the ‘t.’ McIntyre.”

  Alec dropped his gaze to the glass in his hands, spun it in slow circles, and watched the brown liquid splash against the side. Could he have been wrong about Stone all along? Was the agent really cracking already?

  “Would that be a source? Are you giving in so easily?”

  “That would be the name of a fellow agent, one who is currently listed with the bureau as MIA.”

  “What would I want with that information? If he’s missing, he’s no asset to me.”

  “That access to the facial recognition program you’ve got. Have you ever bothered to run it on yourself?”

  Why in hell would he do that? He knew who he was. He was Alec Veansa, loyal only to Boran Roumduol, a man who had nurtured and pulled him back from certain death after Alec had been heinously tortured under the command of Veng Kim Phay. Phay was the one who was dead now, a satisfying result of a joint operation between the FBI, DEA, US Navy SEALs, and Thai and Cambodian officials nearly two years ago that had all but destroyed the cartel. All but destroyed it because Roumduol had stepped in, rebuilt the cartel, and was making it even larger and more powerful than before…with Alec’s help.

  Except the one thing Stone couldn’t know, the one thing Alec had confided only to Roumduol was that he couldn’t remember a single thing of his life before the torture he’d endured. No matter how hard he tried to think back, the start of his memories began with pain. Unspeakable, horrible pain. He’d been certain he would die and had come to terms with it the few scant times he’d managed to think through the agony. He didn’t remember the things that had been done to him. He only remembered the darkness, the insanity in his head, and the suffering that wouldn’t end.

  Until Roumduol had come for him.

  “You should try it sometime. You might be surprised by the results.”

  “What’s he talking about, boss?” Kesor took a single step closer to the sofa and stopped in his tracks when Alec shot him a cold, hard look.

  “Damn if I know.” Stone was grasping at straws, but damn if Alec didn’t feel unnerved by the way the man was studying him now.

  Stone turned to his right, the movement causing both of Alec’s men to jerk their weapons in warning, and placed his glass on the table at the end of the sofa. He nodded slowly as he turned his attention back to Alec. “Yes, I’m an agent with the FBI.” He paused and Alec saw the man’s muscles stiffen as if he were readying his body to strike. But it was his next words that delivered a blow harder than his fist could have. “And so are you.”

  * * * *

  Alec McIntyre was one of the select few who had reached the unofficial triple-D status in the Waterston branch of the FBI. Triple-D status—dedicated, dangerous, and deadly. As commander of one of the most elite teams in the bureau, Adam Cooper had found that to be a solid asset for recruitment. As he studied the man sitting across the desk from him in the borrowed office inside the Silver Springs DEA HQ, he feared it was now going to be a problem of monumental proportions. As A
lec Veansa, the man was dedicated only to Boran Roumduol and he’d made a name for himself within the cartel as one of the most dangerous and deadly of Roumduol’s men.

  But Alec wasn’t one of Roumduol’s men. He was one of Adam’s men and, one way or another, Adam was going to find a way to get through to him.

  He’d started by laying it all out. Copies of everything from Alec’s birth certificate, high school and college transcripts, FBI academy records, and detailed reports of the man’s climb up the bureau’s internal ladder in Waterston to his recruitment as one of the special agents on Adam’s A-Team were scattered over the desk in front of Alec. He was giving Alec time to look over it all now. In a few more minutes, his questioning would begin.

  “It has to be a lot to take in.” Jackson Graham, another of Cooper’s agents and one of Alec McIntyre’s closest friends, was leaning against the edge of the desk watching Alec as closely as Adam. “Especially after today’s events.”

  The last got Graham a furtive look from Alec, one that was as cold and calculating as they knew Alec Veansa to be. Even with the proof in front of him, the man was fighting the truth.

  While Cameron Stone had been onboard the yacht facing off with Alec, Adam, and his team, along with agents from the local DEA office and narcotics detectives with the Silver Springs police force, had been carefully situated outside, listening to everything that had been said on the yacht through the microphone in the cufflink Stone had been wearing. They’d waited for just the right moment to rush the cottage, catching Alec, Kesor, and Malis inside by surprise. The upper hand had resulted in the nearly flawless capture of all three men. Nearly flawless save for the gunshot Stone had taken to the thigh when he’d put himself between a bullet fired by Kesor and Alec just as DEA agent Harry Gosher took Kesor down.