Free Raines, Elizabeth - Wanted [Wicked Missions 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elizabeth Raines Page A

ensemble. She had to roll up the sleeves and the pant legs, but at least she’d be able to blend into the shadows.
    Sneaking out would be easy since she’d discovered the escape hatch on the side of the ship—a bolt hole almost every smuggler had as a way to dump cargo or slip out if the ship was boarded. Callie popped open the door, peered around, and then lowered herself to the tarmac. With her heart breaking, she hurried away into the night.

    * * * *

    Spencer tried to hold his temper, feeling an almost overwhelming need to wash his mouth out like a child who’d used a dirty word because of the horrible things he’d had to say about his beautiful Callie. He kept reminding himself it was for her own good, that they were trying to protect her. But the lies were bitter on his tongue. Hammond clearly felt the same, although he was better at hiding his emotions. Spencer was sure he was the only one who noticed his partner’s discomfort every time either of them had made a deplorable remark about Callie. It took all of Spencer’s well-trained discipline not to clench his hands and to keep his expression as bland as possible.
    Achchim turned to Izzie. “Leave now, we must.” He picked up the duffle then inclined his head at Spencer and Hammond. “They soon leave?”
    Izzie nodded. “Yeah. Look, you go on ahead with the unis, Achchim. I need to talk to my friends about that vaccine shipment for Markus. We need to figure out how to get it aboard the Ecstasy .”
    Although his red eyes held suspicion, Achchim finally nodded and walked away without another word.
    The trio remained quiet for a long time—long enough Spencer was sure the Dracorian was gone before he spoke. “Fuckin’ bastard. It must be killing you to play nice with him, Izzie.”
    “You have no idea,” she replied, rolling her shoulders as if her muscles were tense. “Makes my skin crawl every time I see him. If he wasn’t such a suspicious prick by nature, I’d be more worried he’d figure out I wasn’t really a scumbag like him. Tends to poke his ugly nose in places he’d better off staying out of.”
    Hammond folded his arms over his chest. “We need to talk about Callie.”
    “Damn straight.” Izzie mimicked his actions. “You’ve been asking far too many questions, and Markus thinks it’s not because of Carlos trying to plug you two.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Spencer asked.
    “Lyrianna Seebré. She’s the one you’re asking about, right?” The men nodded. “Well, she’s also conveniently the one who got Syrus Graveland caught. Didn’t take too much on Markus’s part to figure out your Callie is Lyrianna’s sister when you started asking everyone and their brother what happened to her.”
    “It couldn’t be that easy!” Spencer insisted. “No one knows who Callie is!”
    “They damn well do,” Izzie replied. “She crossed some of Carlos’s guys more than once on Bromond. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out she’s Belusian, either. Put that together with you guys sending out inquiries as to where Lyrianna went and…”
    “Fuck.” Spencer hit his thigh with his fist.
    “Bingo.” Her grin could only be described as smug. “One good thing is, Markus wants Carlos’s territory. He doesn’t care how the guy gets brought down, even by some nurse. She’s your key to ending this whole charade with a win, boys.”
    “Not happening,” Hammond said. Spencer nodded.
    “You might not have a choice. Carlos wants her. You don’t produce her, then your whole cover might be blown.” Izzie nodded at the Ecstasy . “She’s still on your ship, isn’t she?”
    Like Spencer could ever hide anything from someone who’d been his friend from the time they’d both worked their way through the Interplanetary Drug Enforcement Agency training together. He drew his lips into a thin line and nodded.
    Izzie’s hand shot out to smack the side of his head, the same thing she always did when she thought he was being