Chapter 137: Carla

Sunday. Safe House, Beirut, Lebanon.

CARLA SQUEEZED THE straps of her purse tight to keep them from shaking. The elevator was far too cramped with the three hulking men surrounding her.

No one had spoken since they'd left the toy shop.

Not a word.

It was safe to assume everyone had heard her admit to having sex with Vaughn.

She knew how that must look to them. Ashton's girlfriend and their team mate. It was awkward for her, but what about Vaughn? What would happen to him?

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open.

The big, silent scary dude stepped off first then waved her to follow him.

Brenden. That was Vaughn had called him.

There was something about Brenden's eyes, a darkness that sucked up all the light. He'd seen things, likely done things, that haunted him.

The men escorted her down the hall and into the condo.

Melody stood inside waiting for them.

"I need someone on surveillance." Melody's gaze landed on Carla. "We need to talk."