As Jake heard Gemma’s laughter, he knew Morgan’s heart would be breaking. Her niece was precious, and keeping Gemma safe and away from the danger of their missions was paramount. He didn’t have any family left, at least not blood relatives. His father, mother and two sisters were butchered by a d**g-fueled g**g in South Africa many years ago and although he still thought of his family, the detail of their faces had faded along with the photograph he kept in his wallet. Morgan would never ask him for this sacrifice, but he would make sure that Gemma returned safely home tonight.
“I’m coming out,” Jake called from behind the wall of the chapel.
He clenched his fists in anticipation of the inevitable violence ahead, but part of him relished the opportunity to face those behind the theft of
