Jo Robertson - The Traitor

He glanced down at her and ran his hand over her back. "My father was a soldier in the Jordanian army. They met, fell in love, made me in a single night of passion, and then he died in the Six Day War."

"With Israel?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, Rafe. I'm so sorry."

"Mom stayed ten years over there. She wanted me to learn the culture of my father, but finally she realized that part of that culture was indoctrinating males in their supreme role as patriarchs over their women and children." He laughed. "She was too much of a feminist to allow that, so she came back to the states."

"And you were a strange fish out of water."

"I was. Could hardly speak English, couldn't adjust to the sea of white faces around me."

"But you inherited your mother's green eyes," she guessed, kissing him at the corner of each one. "Those beautiful, green eyes."

"Freakish." He smiled. "Max was the only person who accepted me back then. After Nine Eleven, even though I was an agent by then, the storm came down on anyone of Arabic descent. Max stuck by me through all of it."

And that was the trouble, he thought. Max had always been his wing man and the pain of his betrayal would remain a long time.

Belatedly he realized he'd never asked Isabella the final detail of the deal she'd made with Santos. She'd told Rafe that Santos had given her everything she wanted, and added a bonus.

"What was the bonus Santos gave you?" he asked, propping himself on one elbow.

"My sister," she said simply.

"Maria?"

"Yes. Vargas is the one who took her. Santos has known all this time. He had a picture of her."

"Jesus Christ! Are you sure it's her?"

"Yes, I'm positive."

Rafe gathered her close, tucked her head against his chest. "Babe, I'm so sorry."

"I'm glad he told me. He said she didn't suffer much, that she stayed with Vargas about a year and died in a car accident."

Rafe frowned over the top of her head. A year? Car accident? That didn't sound like the Diego Vargas he'd been hunting these last three years, but why would Santos lie to Isabella? "That's good, that she didn't suffer."

"And it's good that we know what happened to her. Now our family can really bury her."

He massaged her back gently and listened to her soft moan. The sound conjured up erotic images of other groans and the tiny breathless sounds she made when he was deep inside her, pounding into her willing body. Suddenly the urge for a repeat performance caused a tightening in his groin.

"Why do you think he did it?" Isabella asked. "I mean, why would he care? Why didn't he just walk away?"

Rafe tried to push back his body's response and concentrate on what she was saying. He knew she wasn't speaking of Diego Vargas or Max Jensen.

"I think Santos has a kind of thing for you."

She wrinkled her forehead in that funny way he found adorable. "You mean you think he likes me?"

Rafe shrugged and moved his hands farther down her back, cupped her bottom. "Maybe more than 'like.'"

"He's a cold-blooded killer, a man absolutely without principles or moral parameters."

He enjoyed watching her go into her warrior stance like a female ninja.

"Don't smile like that," she warned. "You know that Santos is going to take over the organization, build it back up again."

Rafe nodded. "But it'll take him years to do that, and when he does, I'll be right on his ass."

"Yeah, but he'll be tougher to catch than Vargas. It's strange but he has some kind of off-kilter internal guide. He'll kill at the drop of a hat, but he wouldn't let Vargas abuse his own daughter."

"He's a practical man and a survivor." Rafe slipped his hand between her legs. "Like you."

Isabella – Rafe could never think of her as Bella and even in his thoughts he used the name that conjured up the Isabella of the night they'd met in the bar – pushed him aside and sat up.

Confused, he stared at her. "There's nothing wrong with being a survivor."

"I'm not like Santos," she insisted.

"Of course not." He reached for her again. "Look, Santos gave you the information about Maria for no practical reason. You'd have given him full immunity regardless of getting the real story about your sister."

"That's true." She sank back and let him wrap his arms around her. "Learning about Maria was… extra."

"The important thing is that Vargas is locked up, he's not getting out of prison until he's a very old man, if even then, and you have some peace of mind about your sister."

Her face softened as she reached for his, holding it between her two hands. "And I have you." She smiled and brushed her lips against his.

He laughed as he dipped his mouth to hers. "What more could you ask for?"

"Uh, why don't you show me?" she whispered in his ear, darting her tongue out to tickle and tantalize his lobe. "I might get out of practice."

"No chance of that." He rolled over to cradle himself between her thighs. "I intend to allow you plenty of time to… refine your skills."