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makeshift bounce board,
kicking up my legs and ricocheting off Ivan’s chest, allowing me to flip
backwards over goons head and have him in a headlock before he realised what
was happening. Unsheathing my knife from my garter I threw it and impaled Ivan
straight through his right eye, penetrating his brain exactly where I needed it
to eradicate him swiftly before I twisted the goon’s head round sharply and
snapped his neck.
     
    “You… Fuck, Beaumont, just… fuck!” Liam was livid as him
and three of my colleagues charged through the stairwell door and quickly
started to assess the carnage, as I slid my knife from Ivan’s eyes socket.
    “Thanks for the assistance!” I scowled as I rolled my
shoulders and cracked them back into place whilst Harry smirked at me.
    “What was it you said to Liam, Grace? Negative, sir.” He mimicked with a smug laugh.
    I poked my tongue out as I dropped my knife into the clear
evidence bag Jamal was holding open to me. “Remember who it belongs to” I
warned as he rubbed my shoulder and leaned into me.
    “Good work, Grace.”
    “At least someone appreciates my proficiency, Jamal,
thank you.”
    “Don’t fuck with me, Beaumont. This is a bloodbath. How
the hell am I supposed to explain a double assassination to the committee? They’ll
presume you’ve gone gung ho again , which looking at the mess you’ve
made, I would have a tendency to agree with them.”
    I sighed and rolled my eyes as Jamal shot me a worried
glance. “Liam, what did you want me to do? Risk, one…” I gestured as I counted
off on my fingers, “…let them go again after eight bloody months of
surveillance? Two, let them end me, although that might have actually brought a
smile to your face.” He narrowed his eyes in a fierce glare but the day had
been an epic arse and my temper was frayed with Liam, the job and just about
everything in my sorry excuse of an existence, because it certainly wasn’t a
life. “And three, which would have me preferring the second option, just as you
do, would be for them to take out Alain?”
     
    Liam Thornton, the head of MI5, my boss and sometimes a
right royal pain in the arse was both a fierce superior and a supportive
substitute father. He had been there for me since my fourteenth birthday, the
day mine and my younger brother Marcus’s lives had changed forever. I loved him
but he aggravated the god damn hell out of me.
    “Back up, Beaumont! You should have bloody waited for
us.”
    “My name is Grace, Liam, and whilst I waited for you lot
to trot up the stairs like teenage girls at a One Direction concert, I neutralized
the threat.”
    I could feel the anger radiating off him as his face
reddened and the air in the room stilled as the others gawped at my
insubordination but tried to appear uninterested in our exchange.
    His chest heaved and his jaw clenched when he took a step
towards me. “Because I know what today is for you Grace , I’ll not haul
your ass so hard you’ll feel the backlash for a damn year, but for your benefit
I’m ordering you to go the fuck home.” He snarled at me before he took a
backward step and locked me down in his turbulent gaze, “My office, seven AM
for debrief.”
    I sucked air through my teeth and shook my head sadly as
I made my way towards the stairs, picking up my gun before I turned back to
him, “You know, Liam, once in a while you might find that a thank you and well
done Grace, rolls off the tongue nicely.”
    He scoffed but then sighed, “Go home, Beaumont.”
    I nodded sadly before I descended the stairs and
retrieved my shoes on the way out; the soft pull of home, beer and a hot bath
the only things stopping me from visiting the gym to pound out my frustration.
Oh, and Brady; a night of hard fucking with Brady worked too.
     
    ***
     
    I frowned at the car parked on the road outside our
house, my eyes and ears on high alert as I scanned the vicinity looking for
anything out of the ordinary as I slid my hand inside