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  Table of Contents

  Excerpt

  Welcome to the Family

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  A word about the author…

  Thank you for purchasing this publication of The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

  Tsichevna snorted at her.

  “Do you know how to cripple a man who is already tormented, Mrs. Ferguson? Take something he treasures and give it back to him broken. Think about that, who shall be tormented the most when I break you?” The sneer on his mouth made her want to jump up and slap it off. His gaze wandered up and down her silk clad body, naked hunger written on his face. Pulling a small switchblade from his pocket, Tsichevna began flicking the blade open and then closed.

  “Leave us,” he demanded of the two others. “And close the door behind you.”

  Cassie’s blood ran cold.

  Welcome

  to the Family

  by

  Nancy S. Reece

  The Family Devlyn Series

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Welcome to the Family

  COPYRIGHT © 2016 by Nancy S. Reece

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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  Cover Art by Debbie Taylor

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  Publishing History

  First Mainstream Mystery Edition, 2016

  Print ISBN 978-1-5092-0952-1

  Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-0953-8

  The Family Devlyn Series

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  To my first-born son.

  Words will never express how proud I am

  of the man you are becoming.

  I praise God for you every day.

  Chapter One

  Thanksgiving, 6:00 a.m.—London

  The phone rang, its incessant chirp interrupting Sean Ferguson’s restless sleep. Opening one bleary eye, he managed to focus on the bedside clock. Six a.m. The cheerful red numbers blazed into his brain, as the phone ceased its happy trill, unaware of the king-sized hangover Sean was discovering, courtesy of a night spent drinking through heavy denial. The cell sounded off again. Someone wanted him urgently enough to risk breaking his number one rule: never call twice. Leave a friggin’ voice mail like the rest of the world.

  Angrily he stabbed at the answer button. “This had better be important,” he hissed into the phone. His head pounded with a heartbeat of its own and his mouth tasted like a sewer had backed up into it. Swallowing hard he focused on the voice wafting out of the speaker.

  “Trust me, I wouldn’t bother you unless I had no other option. And a Good Morning to you too, asshole,” a familiar voice answered immediately. “Cassie is missing, kidnapped last night in Atlanta. The family wants to use your team to bring her home with as little attention as possible.”

  Sean rolled onto his back as his bloodshot red eyes attempted to focus on the ceiling. His heart pounded with fear, which he tried to calm with controlled breathing. “Details, Kevin, I need details.”

  Kevin Devlyn, his former military training showing in the precise clipped tone with which he recited what was known, laid down the kidnapping as the police had determined, “Midnight in Atlanta. Cassie was headed home from an event at the Artmore Hotel near Midtown. Witnesses saw her enter the Arts Center train station to catch a MARTA train home. She never made it to ya’ll’s apartment near Georgia Tech. The security system hasn’t been disarmed since Wednesday afternoon when Cassie arrived from the lab. Security video from the building’s lobby shows her leave at seven, dressed to go out. Since then, silence, other than what the security cameras at the MARTA station caught. The film is at the police station. They haven’t released anything to us, but everyone’s certain it was a kidnapping. They left a fracking wall-sized ransom note, we do know that. Whoever did it, they’re pros.”

  “Send me everything,” Sean demanded. “Book the corporate jet from Heathrow to Atlanta and I’ll have my firm make sure a car is waiting. We should arrive to the house by lunch your time.”

  “Sean?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Thanks for this. You know I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t Cassie.” Kevin’s words sounded earnest, but Sean learned a long time ago that the truth and Kevin Devlyn were not always acquainted with one another.

  “No problem mate, just keep me in the loop while I’m in the air. I hate landing to bad news.” Sean clicked off and jumped out of bed, only to be blinded as his hangover caught up with him at last. Grimacing, he stomped to the kitchen, opened the small refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. This wasn’t at all the way he planned to spend the American holiday. Hiding out in London, where Thanksgiving was a quaint celebration, it didn’t bother him too much to be alone. To know Cassie was taken from a night out in Atlanta smacked pain deep inside his gut. She’d been at home. Their home. And he hadn’t known.

  But now, she was kidnapped and her family wanted him to get her back. Pretty damn funny considering the big bucks they’d offered him a year ago to sign the damn divorce papers and go away. As if money was ever his motivator. He and Cassie made a deal and Sean always honored his side, even when it seemed his lovely bride went out of her way to avoid him. That was neither here nor there. It wasn’t his fault the rest of the world had a problem with their marriage arrangements.

  Shaking off the cobwebs, he ran through his mental checklist—passports, briefcase or overnight case? Better take the beige duffle; it had the full med kit. Flying international meant no guns, but they could run out to the Glock offices and see what they had new and untraceable. Of course, he could also run by the condo/office downtown that comprised the American headquarters of Ferguson/Callahan Security, Ltd. The gun room there was fully stocked with many of his personal favorites.

  After running through the shower, Sean grabbed his satellite phone and pressed speed dial two, the letter ‘C’. One ring and the call went straight to voice mail. Her voice, that sensual alto with the genteel, debutant, Southern Belle accent reached out to snare him again more than four thousand miles away. “This is Dr. Cassandra Devlyn Ferguson. I’m away from my phone right now, or busy in the lab. Please leave your name, number, and a brief message and I’ll return your call soon. If this is Sean, Tá mo chroí istigh ionat.”

  My heart is within yours, their favorite way of saying goodbye. Even now, thinking about those blissful wintery days spent at his loft apartment in Shannon brought a grin to his lips. Watching the rain outside turn to snow, drinking whiskey, making love and trying to teach her Gaelic, the memories were priceless. Her southern accent somehow managed to make the rough Irish tongue sound sexy. He leaned his forehead against the
window overlooking Hyde Park, swearing revenge on whatever idiot thought kidnapping the wife of an international mercenary was a good idea.

  His next call was to his business associate in Atlanta. Joseph Callahan grew up in the city’s West End section, in those fading days of glory between when the neighborhood was a desirable place to live, and the decay which seemed to pervade so much of that area now. After graduating magna cum laude from Morehouse College, a tour of duty in Iraq left Callahan with talents that didn’t exactly translate well to civilian life: munitions expert, explosives, sniper. Sean met Joe one night at a bar in Miami. Each had been hired through a mutual friend to guard the same big wheel. The night ended with the two partnering up. Sean provided the clients. Joe hired the muscle and ran operations from their Atlanta downtown office/penthouse while finishing his law degree at Emory University.

  Callahan answered the call at once. “Sean, I’ve had a very interesting phone call from your brother-in-law. Am I to assume you also had the same interesting discussion?”

  “Indeed, my brother, indeed.” Sean grimaced. “What time does the jet leave for the States?”

  “An hour and a half.” Joe’s voice was efficient, determined. “The driver will be there for you in twenty minutes. Anything you need other than a passport, we have on this end, so don’t worry about traveling light.”

  “Excellent. What about weapons? Will it be possible to bring my case along?” Sean finished throwing socks, underwear and jeans into an overnight duffle bag. He opened one inside pocket to pull out a locked titanium ring box. It was there, just where it always traveled. He replaced it gingerly. Their wedding rings, which he had possession of, were always in his duffle when they were on a down slide. Cassie was notorious for losing things.

  “I’ve managed to stockpile some of your favorites, boss. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised. Reservations at the Ritz as usual?” Joe always thought one step ahead. Sean liked that. It increased the odds both of them would stay alive.

  “I suppose, I’m not sure where the trail will lead us but the Ritz is always a good place to start. See you soon, brother!” Sean clicked off and finished dressing.

  Within two hours, he was winging his way over the Atlantic. Repeated calls to Cassie’s phone still went straight to voice mail but at seven a.m., Atlanta time, Sean left a message at last.

  “This is Ferguson. You have our attention. I don’t know why you took her, and as long as she isn’t harmed I don’t care. But you injure one hair on her head, and you will never be able to run far enough away from me.”

  Sitting on the Devlyn jet, Sean closed his eyes and tried to get a nap before landing. He’d no idea what type of shit he was walking into, both from the kidnappers as well as the cesspool of idiots that passed for his wife’s family. He groaned to himself as he drifted off to sleep, frustrated with his in-laws, and wondering what was coming next. If he’d only known what he was getting into the first night they met. He could still picture that Memorial Day seven years ago, when he’d met Kevin Devlyn while consulting on a communication project with the Navy. At the annual officer’s barbecue and dance at the Pensacola Air station, feeling very left out and a little homesick for his native Ireland, Sean spotted a beautiful girl talking with the base commander. She must have felt him staring, because as he gaped at her, she lifted her head and stared right back.

  The instant their eyes locked, a zing ran up Sean’s spine and straight to his heart. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Medium height, with long black hair and deep, cornflower blue eyes, almond shaped and intelligent, she met his frank stare with a touch of humor in her expression. In that instant, the hardened soldier melted. Making his way across the commander’s back yard, Sean grabbed an extra glass of white wine.

  He approached Cassie as she turned to leave. “I’ve heard ‘Wine brings great pleasure, and all pleasure is good.’ Or so sayeth Samuel Johnson. So, take your pleasure, my lovely lady.”

  Taking the proffered glass, she tried so hard to keep a straight face. “Is that an Irish accent I detect? Because I must confess, it sounds like blarney of the highest sort. Thank you so much Mr.…?”

  “Ferguson. The name’s Sean Ferguson.” He took her right hand and brought it up to his lips. “It is indeed a pleasure to meet you, Miss Devlyn.” His skin tingled where they were connected.

  She cocked her head to one side. “How did you know who I am?”

  With a straight face, Sean looked her in the eyes. “For one thing, my dear Miss Devlyn, I know your brother, Kevin. He’s informed me on more than one occasion that his sister is the most beautiful creature on earth. Who else would that be, except you?”

  Her peals of laughter told him he had a chance. They spent the rest of the evening talking. When the sun rose the next day and found them standing beside her car in the parking lot still together, both admitted it was more than coincidence. They spent the entire day testing this new dynamic and by the next morning they vowed to never be apart.

  It was her smile; he’d decided long ago. When she smiled, he saw a future with a wife and beautiful dark haired children riding fat ponies across the Irish countryside, the same way he and his sisters had done. Those lives didn’t always exist in his line of work. At that time in his life, Sean was Special Forces, a trained mercenary sent traveling wherever he was needed to manage mayhem and chaos. When the project in Florida was through, Sean took a leave of absence from his post to explore this new life with Cassie.

  ****

  A light touch on his shoulder brought Sean sharply awake. The attendant at his side bore a look of shame. “I’m sorry to wake you, Mr. Ferguson, but we are just outside the Atlanta corridors and you have an incoming phone call.”

  Rubbing his hands over his face, Sean pulled himself together. He was not surprised to find his cheeks damp. It was always hard dreaming down memory lane. Taking a deep breath, he took the phone from the woman and answered briskly, “Ferguson.”

  It was Joe. “Did you leave a message on her voice mail?”

  “Aye, about three hours ago,” Ferguson affirmed. “Do we have a nibble?”

  “Big time, and you aren’t going to believe from who.”

  “Amaze me, lad, I’m still short on sleep and need a good jolt right about now.”

  “The following email was sent to Kevin about thirty minutes ago. It reads, ‘Tell that Irish asshole I’m taking very good care of his wife, for now.’ That’s it. The return email is one I think you might find familiar.”

  “Who is it?”

  “Our old friend from the debacle in Istanbul, Pieter Tsichevna.”

  “Son of a bitch!” Sean growled, his teeth clenched. “I knew he would crawl out of the ground one day and piss me off again. Any idea where the IP address came from?”

  “Well, you and I both know he bounced that thing off every continent at least once. Best guess somewhere still in the area. Look at this logically man, if they took Cassie to bring you back to the States, then he wouldn’t go too far. If this is for money from Daddy Devlyn, again he wouldn’t leave the area. The important question is—”

  “Why grab her at all,” Sean interrupted. “What do they want?”

  “I don’t know, bro,” Joe said. “But we have to consider this could be all about the Devlyn’s business and have nothing to do with you.”

  “They took my wife. How does this not involve me?”

  “Um, for one thing, it’s a well-known fact you two don’t live together on a regular basis. Dude, I get this self-loathing you’ve had going on for months, but the way you and Cassie treat each other is just wrong. Ignoring the problems by running away doesn’t help anything. I know you both lead different lives but one of you stubborn mules needs to bend. If you ask my opinion, I think you should tell each other the full story, otherwise this is just going to fester.”

  “Damnit, maybe this is me bending, all right?” Sean rubbed his forehead. This argument was getting old. He and Cassie knew what they were doing when th
ey first structured the two continent living arrangements. Why did everyone else care so much about their life? His hangover reared up again, threatening to take control.

  “Maybe so.” Joe chuckled. “See you when you land.”

  Sean clicked the phone off and leaned back. Taking a deep breath, he willed the pounding in his temples down to a dull thump. This was going to be a very long day. Cassie’s family was a bunch of psycho alpha males. Any time spent around them never ended well, especially not for him. But this was about Cassie. He drifted back to sleep with vague nightmares of someone chasing Cassie and him powerless to make it stop.

  Chapter Two

  Thanksgiving, 4:00 a.m.—South of Atlanta

  Cassie blew on her fingers, shivering as the cold seeped into her bones. The kidnappers took her coat and while a sleeveless, deep blue sheath of raw silk was a great dress to help raise money, it sucked for keeping warm. It was still dark but it seemed an eternity since she left the hotel. She wasn’t sure what part of Georgia they were in; it felt close to the middle of nowhere. The air was crisper and almost no sound of traffic could be heard in any direction. Around Atlanta, no traffic noise was a rare thing.

  She remembered walking to the train station from the Artmore Hotel, assuring her friends she needed no escort. After all, the train station was just across the street. Down on the platform, the station had been strangely empty, even for the night before a holiday. Then she remembered seeing the two men walking toward her, and the sickly sweet smell of something on a rag thrust under her nose while her hands and ankles were securely bound with tape. Her body began to sag as the anesthetic took hold and removing her from the public location became easier. First her feet went numb then her legs and the tingling sensation was unavoidable as a buzzer rang incessantly in her ears, and she was out.

  Her next conscious thought was of movement. For the only daughter in the wealthy Devlyn family, her father insisted any self-defense classes include what to do when kidnapped. While her father was a powerful man, who marketed to the American military, it never crossed her mind other, less scrupulous businesses would also work with MM Air. But her father won in the end, just as he always did when she was too tired to fight against him.