Details. The Agency had schooled him on those types of miniscule details. Those teeny tiny details conveyed the reality and facts of a situation. Nothing escaped Beck’s eye. Nothing.
He took the final step into the atrium, and he’d summed up this guy, knew he was left-handed and had an injury in his right leg. Yeah, he had him all summed up, but didn’t know what the fuck the guy wanted with him.
“Beck Tatum, I’m Remi Prince.” He grasped Beck’s hand. A firm shake. His gaze locked with Beck’s. “I have a proposition for you.”
***
Beck carefully refolded the letter. His sharp gaze focused on Remi, and the muscle in Beck’s jaw flexed. “You want me to be a fucking babysitter?” His eyebrow lifted a millimeter, conveying his disgust and yet also his grudging interest, because if Beck Tatum wasn’t the slightest bit interested in the offer that Remi Prince’s boss had just made, Beck wouldn’t still be sitting in this swank, high-end living room with bars on the windows.
“Babysitters don’t usually come equipped with psyops, twelve hostile excursions, and a 18 tk record.”
“19.”
“Heard the last one wasn’t authorized.”
Beck’s nostrils flared. He’d gotten Beck’s attention. Remi’d put the “babysitter” shit to rest—he’d heard it all before, and so had Estrella.
Beck squinted. Remi leaned back in the leather chair and steepled his fingers. He knew Beck Tatum—hell, two decades before he’d been Beck Tatum, but with an even bigger chip on his shoulder. A chip so damn large that the cement block weighing him down had nearly sunk him into an early grave. Beck Tatum didn’t know it now, but what Remi’s boss Estrella was offering Beck was not only a chance out of this loony-bin on happy-steroids and into a well-paying gig, but also his fucking salvation.
“You’ve seen my record.”
This time, Remi’s eyebrow twitched upward. He could neither confirm nor deny such access, but knowledge of an operative’s kill record came only with the highest level clearance or access. Direct access.
Remi’s boss had both.
“You’re not dealing with fucking Sesame Street here, Tatum. This is real. My boss recruits on a case-by-case basis and matches the operative with the correct client. Your life to protect their life. And we both know that bullshit doesn’t go down easy.”
No, not easy at all. Especially when you didn’t like the person you were meant to protect. And operatives? Hard, tough, battle-tested operatives had a tendency to dislike a number of Estrella’s clients, who were entitled, overindulged, and often had too much money but a big fucking fear of whatever chased them.
Beck’s client would be no different. Beautiful, with a big public life, but a pain in Remi’s ass and hopefully, soon, primarily Beck’s problem.
Beck didn’t know any of those details yet. The letter contained an offer. For a job. To protect and—if necessary—to hit.
Beck crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into the couch. Odd combo, this giant operative sitting on cushions that had pink flowers decorating the cloth.
“How you like Club Crazy?” Remi asked. “Hear it’s been nearly nine months.”
“Two hundred and sixty-eight fucking days, six hours and”—Beck glanced at his watch—“fifteen minutes.”
“Like it that much?” A slow smile slid over Remi’s face. Beck was interested, not convinced, but interested. Remi could work with interest, and while he had his reservations about Beck Tatum, Estrella thought she could work with Beck too.
A haunted look flashed in Beck’s eyes, didn’t make it to his face or to the hard creases around his jaw. Not a fleck of movement, but those eyes? Yeah, Remi knew that look, knew those feelings. The concern was, did the op have his shit under wraps or was he a fucking time bomb ticking his way to detonation?
“I’m listening,” Beck said. His gaze was hard again.
“Good,” Remi leaned forward. “Now let me tell you how you get out of this Shangri-La with bars.”
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Acknowledgements
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About the Author
Maggie Marr is an author and entertainment attorney and producer. She got her start in Hollywood the old-fashioned way—by pushing the mail cart. Maggie eventually became a motion picture agent, where she attended a multitude of premieres and worked with celebrities. While she won’t name names . . . she will tell stories. When she isn’t taking care of her clients or writing she’s binge watching TV, exercising her rescue pup, or chasing children. Maggie lives and works in Los Angeles.
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Maggie Marr
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