Stealth, p.1
Stealth, page 1
Also by Willow Fox
Aigle Tactique
Révélation: Jaxson
Furtif: Mason
Dissimuler: Lincoln
Clandestine: Jayden
Bossy Single Dad
Billionaire Grump
Mountain Grump
Bachelor Grump
Bratva Brothers
Brutal Boss
Wicked Boss
Possessive Boss
Obsessive Boss
Dangerous Boss
Casamentos Mafiosos
Voto Secreto
Voto Cativo
Voto Selvagem
Voto Relutante
Voto Implacável
eagle tactical
Expose: Jaxson
Expose Jaxson
Stealth: Mason
Conceal: Lincoln
Covert: Jayden
Truce: Declan
Eagle Tactical Box Set
Eagle Tactical Serie
Svelato: Jaxson
Enthüllt: Jaxson
Verheimlicht: Mason
Invisibile: Mason
Versteckt: Lincoln
Nascosto: Lincoln
Verborgen: Jayden
Infiltrato: Jayden
Eisige Romantik auf dem Spielfeld
Schwindel mit dem Milliardär
Wagnis mit dem Eishockeyspieler
Verhaftung des Eishockeyspielers
Fratelli Bratva
Boss Brutale
Boss Diabolico
Boss Possessivo
Boss Ossessivo
Boss Pericoloso
Frères Bratva
Boss Brutal
Boss Vicieux
Boss Possessif
Boss Obsessif
Boss Dangereux
Frères Bratva: Toute la série
Gebrüder Bratva
Brutaler Boss
Böser Boss
Besitzergreifender Boss
Zwanghafter Boss
Gefährlicher Boss
Gebrüder Bratva: die komplette Serie
Ice Dragons Hockey Romance
Faking it with the Billionaire
Daring the Hockey Player
Arresting the Hockey Player
Ice Dragons Hockey Romance (FR)
Faux-semblants avec le Milliardaire
Défier le Joueur de Hockey
Faire Arrêter Le Joueur De Hockey
Mafia-Ehen
Geheimes Gelübde
Gefangenschafts Gelubde
Wildes Gelubde
Widerwilliges Gelubde
Rücksichtsloses Gelübde
Mafia Ehen: die komplette Serie
Mafia Marriages
Secret Vow
Captive Vow
Savage Vow
Unwilling Vow
Ruthless Vow
mariages mafieux
Vœu Secret
Vœu Captif
Voeu Captif
Vœu Sauvage
Vœu Non Consenti
Vœu Impitoyable
Mariages Mafieux: Toute la série
matrimoni di mafia
Voto Segreto
Voto Prigioniero
Voto Selvaggio
Voto Non Voluto
Voto Spietato
Matrimonios de la Mafia
Voto Silencioso
Voto Cautivo
Voto Salvaje
Voto Involuntario
Voto Despiadado
Père, célibataire et autoritaire
Le Milliardaire Grincheux
Grincheux des Montagnes
Le Célibataire Grincheux
Ruppige Single Papas
Berg Muffel
Bachelor Muffel
Milliardär Muffel
Táctica Águila
Expuesto: Jaxson
Sigilo: Mason
Oculto: Lincoln
Encubierto: Jayden
STEALTH: MASON
EAGLE TACTICAL BOOK TWO
WILLOW FOX
Stealth: Mason
Eagle Tactical Book Two
Willow Fox
Published by Slow Burn Publishing
© 2021
Cover by GetCovers
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
CONTENTS
About the Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
Giveaways, Free Books, and More Goodies!
About the Author
Also by Willow Fox
ABOUT THE BOOK
STEALTH: Eagle Tactical Book Two
Sold to the mafia. I’m nothing more than a piece of property to my brother. Forced into an arranged marriage, I enlist the help of Eagle Tactical.
Ariella
I moved in with Jaxson after the attack. It’s hard to keep my hands off him, but he’s my boss. He’s given me a job at Eagle Tactical as his subordinate.
I don’t take orders well, especially from a grumpy bosshole.
Jaxson
I vowed to protect Ariella. That’s how much she means to me, but she’s gotten under my skin with her know everything attitude and sassy hip sway that has my body in overdrive.
I swore I’d never do a one-night stand. Is that what she thinks we shared? Is that why she hates me?
I don’t know how much longer I can wake up under the same roof, go to work with her, and not throw her down on the bed.
We have a mission that takes priority, but how can I keep my mind on the job when she’s always in the room, and I want to bend her over the desk?
STEALTH is book two in Eagle Tactical series and ends with a HFN and a guaranteed series HEA. While this book can be read as a standalone, it is recommended that you read the series in order.
CHAPTER ONE
Hazel
I didn’t dare gaze into the eyes of the man who bought me. Thanks to my stepbrother, Nikolai, I belonged to Franco, his second in command in the mafia.
“Next week, you’ll be my bride,” Franco said, his teeth yellowing and crooked.
He grabbed my jaw and yanked my face closer to his for a kiss. His breath smelled of vomit. My stomach recoiled.
We stood outside his black sedan, the door open.
I was to go with him. I’d sooner starve myself to death. That was still a possibility after I went with the man to whom I was engaged to marry.
Bile rose to my throat, and I swallowed the burning acid as it slid back down. I kept my mouth sealed shut, but it didn’t stop him from planting his thick, dry lips against mine. His tongue pushed at my mouth, rough and forceful, but I refused to grant him access.
The scum-sucking vermin could kiss the soles of my feet.
I wanted to kill my stepbrother but not before I took out Franco.
Franco’s thick hand palmed my hair, his fingers tangled in my locks before he yanked hard, bringing my face to his. “Other girls should be as lucky as you.”
My stepbrother was nowhere to be found. Typical. Sell me and move on, like I meant nothing to him. I was a piece of property. That was it.
Franco shoved me toward the back door of his sedan.
Oh hell, no. I had the upper hand now, with only Franco and his driver.
If I made it to his house, who knew the danger that awaited, how many men I’d be forced to fight or what other security measures would exist.
“Get off me!” I slammed my elbow into his stomach and stomped on his toes before kneeing him in the crotch.
His driver lifted his gun, pointing it at my head.
“Please, you’d be doing me a favor,” I said. I’d sooner die than marry him.
“Don’t shoot her!” Franco pushed the gun away from the driver, lowering the barrel.
I pulled back my fist, landing another blow, this one to Franco’s face before his hand yanked my hair and slammed my head into the side of the car.
The world spun and nausea swept over me.
He shoved my body into the back of the vehicle, slammed the door shut, and stomped around to the front passenger side.
“Don’t puke on the interior, bitch.”
The car engine started.
My vision blurred, but I felt for the door handle and gave it a hard pull. Damn child safety locks. It didn’t open.
Roar.
I flew back against the seat as the driver slammed on the gas. The tires squealed, and
The skyline grew smaller in the distance as we tore out of the city.
Where the hell were we going? Where did Franco live?
“Where are you taking me?” I rubbed my eyes, confused and tired. The blurred vision was getting better, but I still felt like I’d been run over by a car.
“Home sweet home, darling. We’re going to Russia.”
Russia wasn’t my home.
I’d never been out of the country.
My fingers stroked the white gold locket against my neck, the only token of my mother that I had left, a gift from my deceased father.
I wasn’t going to Russia or any other country with Franco.
I shoved my hand into my pocket and retrieved my cell phone. I turned it on silent and sent out a text requesting help.
I didn’t know how long I had until the flight or until they searched me. I’d been foolish not to bring a knife or, at the very least, mace, some kind of weapon to defend myself.
I had memorized Mason’s number, having stalked him online. It had been years since we’d seen each other.
We’d gone to boarding school together. He had joined the army after high school, and I had been sent to live with my father.
It was no secret he worked for the security firm Eagle Tactical. I couldn’t call them. It would be too risky.
I hoped that their business line could receive texts. I didn’t have Mason’s personal number; it appeared to be unlisted.
Mason, I need your help. Please track my phone and come for me. I wouldn’t ask if this wasn’t life or death—my death. Hazel
It was short and to the point. It was all I could do. I hoped it would go through and he’d come for me.
CHAPTER TWO
Ariella
Sunlight filtered in through the skylight casting the kitchen in a warm golden tone.
The aroma of coffee filled the room, and I hurried to the pot, grabbed a cup, and poured myself a drink.
Izzie sat at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal. It was the quietest I’d ever seen her, except when she napped.
Jaxson clomped down the stairs, dressed and ready to go.
I still needed to shower, but I’d be quick. “Are we driving into work together?” I asked.
“No.” His response was short, his tone cold, emotionless.
Had I done something to piss him off?
We hadn’t talked about that night when he’d found me in the shower, curled up with water pounding over me. I’d been unable to move, shaken to the core. He’d dressed me, carried me to bed, and slept beside me.
It was the only night I’d slept in that bedroom. I was now delegated to the guest room, which I guess made sense.
We agreed that if he was going to be my boss, we had to keep things platonic.
That wasn’t what I wanted, but I had mixed feelings. He hadn’t stuck around after the one night we shared at my place before the fire burned my house to the ground. We also hadn’t spoken about it, and now it seemed pointless to rehash a relationship that couldn’t ever be.
I stared at him, the cup of coffee poised at my lips, two hands on my mug.
The tremors were under control, and while my house had burned down, I was able to get a prescription from the local doctor for the medications I needed for my battle with autonomic dysfunction. I was managing for the most part.
His cell phone rang and he grabbed it off the kitchen counter.
“Morning, Declan. What’s up?” He waltzed into the living room for privacy, at least some semblance of it.
I sipped my coffee and sat down at the kitchen table across from Izzie. “Is that good?” I asked, trying to make polite conversation with a three-year-old.
It was my first week on the job, and Jaxson was buried in his office.
I wasn’t sure if he was ignoring me or giving me space and not preferential treatment.
Lucy hadn’t so much as acknowledged my existence or the fact that Eagle Tactical now employed me. While she was at the front desk at the building entrance, I was shoved at the breakroom table with my laptop plugged into the nearest outlet.
It was clear they had made room for me to join them, and I’d take what I could get, office or not. I probably was lucky I even had a computer to work on; the keyboard was faded and worn.
The hallway was fine, it was a place to work.
I could almost see Jaxson if I leaned back in my desk chair, which I kept doing, the chair squeaking.
Lucy glanced over her shoulder at me, glaring with narrow eyes and a sharp jaw.
So maybe we weren’t going to be friends like Emma and I had become.
I was okay with that, as long as she didn’t bury me under paperwork.
A message popped up on the screen.
Mason, I need your help. Please track my phone and come for me. I wouldn’t ask if this wasn’t life or death—my death. Hazel
Who was Hazel, and why was I getting her message?
I still wasn’t that friendly with Mason. We’d come to an understanding, or maybe it was the fact my cabin burned down that I had forgiven him.
It wasn’t his fault for the fire, and the anger that I held toward him for selling me that crappy place seemed stupid now. Plus, he hadn’t kept me from getting employed and helped Jaxson with the off-gridders who had threatened me.
We were almost friends. Well, not quite. He didn’t hate me, and I didn’t despise him, at least not anymore.
I stood, and the chair squeaked.
Lucy spun around in her seat, eyes wide. “Do you mind? Some of us are trying to get work done!” she snapped.
I didn’t have a ton to do, granted it was my first week, and no one had assigned me any surveillance or backgrounds to research. I held my tongue.
I didn’t need a new enemy. I had enough of them from my past.
My boots clunked over the tile floor, and I sauntered over to Mason’s office. I knocked on the open door, not wanting to barge in unannounced.
“Yes, Ariella?” Mason glanced up from his computer. “What can I do for you?”
He didn’t sound thrilled that I was bothering him, but I needed to make sure the message wasn’t a joke, and it was real.
“I need you to see something that popped up on my computer,” I said. I didn’t want to elaborate. I wasn’t sure who Hazel was to him, if anyone at all, and the doors were all open. The guys could all hear our conversation. I was trying to be discreet, for his sake.
His attention that had been on me briefly returned to his computer, his right hand clicking and scrolling with the mouse. “Declan can help you if you’re having computer troubles.”
“You need to see this,” I said. When he didn’t glance up or get up, I tried again. I guess I did need to spell it out for him. “Do you know someone by the name of Hazel? It sounds like she’s in trouble.”
He leaped out of the chair like it was on fire and followed me to my desk. He hunched forward, reading the message that remained on my screen.
“So?” I asked.
He studied the message for longer than necessary before he folded his arms across his chest. “Track her phone from the text. You can do that, can’t you?”
Apparently, it was rhetorical. Before I could answer, he gave off orders.
“Send me her coordinates. If she’s near Chicago, like I think she is, then I’ll call one of my buddies with the U.S. Marshal’s office, Colton. He’ll lend us a hand.”
“Will do.” I sat back down at the desk and opened up a new window as I started a backend trace from the phone number where the text originated. Once I finished that, I was able to ping its location off the cell towers. Sure enough, Chicago.
