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  Operation Mayhem Book’s 1-3

  Lindsay Cross

  Cypress Bend Publishing, LLC

  Contents

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  I. Mayhem’s Warrior

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  II. Mayhem’s Desire

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  III. Mayhem’s Hero

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Epilogue

  Before you go…

  Also by Lindsay Cross

  Introduction

  Acknowledgments

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  Hunter James didn’t want or need redemption.

  Until one mission turns his world upside down.

  He left Mercy to fight for his country and escape a broken heart. Years later, he is hard. Cold. A man without mercy. Part of an elite Task Force, he tracks a brutal terrorist to his home town. And runs into the woman who betrayed him…

  Evangeline Videl was destroyed when Hunter left. Determined to move on, she finds another man, but discovers too late the monster hidden beneath his smooth smile. Struggling to find the conviction to live, Evie finds her life spinning out of control.

  Then Hunter returns…

  Forced to band together to find the terrorist before its too late, Hunter and Evie must learn to forgive or risk losing the promise of redemption and their lives…

  Copyright © 2017 by Lindsay Cross

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  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Part One

  Mayhem’s Warrior

  Captain T.K. Reaper only cares about his men; until he ends up falling for the one woman who can rescue his team.

  Reaper has lived his entire life without love. Living on the edge with no fear, Reaper and his team volunteered for Project Mayhem— a top-secret experiment that uses a serum to enhance physical abilities in order to fight terrorism. Reaper believed the experiment would help save lives, but the serum only ends up taking them. Forced to go on the run, Reaper escapes the lab with his men, only to realize that they need the serum to survive. He has only one choice; return to the lab, and steal the source of the serum.

  Caroline Cotter used to be a spoiled Senator’s daughter; now, she’s a victim. Kidnapped and held against her will to make the serum used for Project Mayhem, Caroline gives up hope of ever being free again… until Reaper enters, and frees her from her dark prison.

  Yet the jungle outside is full of terrors, and government officials are hot on their tail. Reaper plans to keep the relationship between him and Caroline platonic, but undeniable attraction and explosive desire, coupled with Caroline’s adoration that he saved her from certain death, make it hard to resist the love story blossoming between them.

  What will Reaper choose? His romance with Caroline, or the sacred vow he’s made to the brothers willing to die by his side?

  Thrills and action are on every turn of the page in the first book of the Operation Mayhem Series. Packed with adventure, heat, and a slight paranormal twist, Mayhem’s Warrior is a dark romantic suspense novel readers will delightfully devour.

  One

  Capt. T. K. Reaper shoveled cold fake mashed potatoes into his mouth like it was his last meal. Always hungry, keeping his non-dominant arm curled around the plastic, cafeteria-style plate, he scarfed down his entire plate of rations in less than five minutes along with the other men crowded around the too-small rectangular table.

  The bottle of purified water he downed in one gulp wasn’t enough to quench his thirst. Just like the food was never enough to take the edge off the gnawing, ever-present hunger in his belly.

  His second-in-command, Ward Thornton, aka Thorn, thrummed his thumb on the table. A coping mechanism, no doubt, but it’s steady, low buzz had Reaper curling his toes under the table to keep himself from lashing out. Forks clinked against the men’s plates and rattled in his ears. Even the fluorescent lights overhead seemed to buzz like a hornet’s nest filled with a swarm ready to swoop down and attack.

  Reaper grabbed a fork and a small plastic bowl filled with peach cobbler. Damn serving size was no bigger than his palm.

  Thorn coughed suddenly, pain shot through Reaper’s head and his hand fisted in reaction.

  The loud roar quieted and Reaper felt every pair of eyes in the room turn on him. He uncurled his fist and stared in dread at the mangled metal fork in his hand.

  Sweat broke out across his brow. Shep, aka Bolen Shephard, the sergeant who had been on his team for over five years, nudged his knee under the table. “It’s all right. We’re all freaking out.”

  Shep glanced at the guards posted at the door behind him before returning his attention to the half-eaten plate of food before him, he answered quietly, “Migraines. Muscle spasms. Fucking light feels like it’s piercing my skull.”

  His crisp knee hair grazed Reaper’s skin, the contact like razors raking across his flesh.

  Reaper struggled to keep his expression neutral, his head tilted down so that the other set of guards on the wall facing him couldn’t fully read his expression. “You feel it, too?”

  He and his team had be
en separated after volunteering for the testing with Red Water Corporation. As far as he knew, everyone had been kept in separate living quarters, all their basic needs provided for—needs that now included complete silence and darkness and limited textures. This was the first time Reaper had seen the others since Project Mayhem had begun. They had been ushered into the sterile cafeteria one by one, each of them watching the others with quiet intensity, studying their reactions and their leaner physiques. Whatever small percentage of body fat they’d possessed before entering the experiment was gone, and in its place was packed, corded muscle that strained the confines of their Army-issued BDUs.

  The team had harsh, almost cruel shadows lining their faces.

  “Where’s Quantum and Dawson?” Thorn asked.

  Reaper leaned forward, looking for his subordinates and found two empty seats at the end of the bench. “Don’t know. Any of you seen them?”

  From across the table, Diggs, special ordinances expert, met Reaper’s gaze, his normally light gray eyes stark and void. He looked like a man who had walked into the underworld and left part of his soul behind. “Haven’t seen either, but I’ve heard Quantum.”

  Reaper’s already rock-hard stomach twisted into a titanium device of dread. “What have you heard?”

  His pale lips parted, and Diggs answered, “Until yesterday, all I heard were screams.”

  The food Reaper shoveled down churned in his stomach. He had led his team right into this experiment, swayed by promises of enhanced strength and physical stamina. He’d been all John Wayne charging into battle, leading his men straight into the unknown. They’d all agreed, but the decision had been on him. He’d trusted the man who had recruited him for the project. The idea of giving his men an edge in battle had appealed to him, especially after the loss of his best friend, Merc, who’d been gunned down on the streets of Baghdad.

  Reaper’s one-on-one interactions with the researchers and doctors had yielded almost no information other than that his team was safe and nearby and he could see them again soon, just as soon as any chance of cross-contamination had been ruled out. Cross-contamination of what, Reaper didn’t know and everyone here refused to tell him.

  “What do you think’s going on, Cap?” The youngest team member, Specialist Juarez, sat wedged between two larger men, but his smaller fame was no less ripped. Reaper had fought hard to recruit the newcomer to the Special Forces team before they’d gone completely black ops. He’d worked with the soldier in Kandahar Province, and Juarez impressed him with his uncanny ability to read the moves of the enemy and quickly react.

  And now the sight of Juarez’s baby face weighed on Reaper like ten tons of steel.

  He didn’t know how exactly, but he knew he had to get his team out of this lab. “What else have you heard?”

  “A bit of everything,” Juarez said in a hushed voice.

  Before Reaper could question him further, the door opened and the lead researcher, Dr. Winters, strode in with her ever-present clipboard clutched to her chest. “How are my subjects doing today?” She walked right up to their table as if they were caged lions on the prowl and sat confidently at the end, assessing each and every man with the same quietly alert demeanor she always seemed to possess.

  “Where are Quantum and Dawson?” Reaper asked.

  Winters glanced at her clipboard, flipping through a few pages before answering. “They’re safely resting in their quarters, from a negative reaction to the last injection.”

  This was the first bit of information Reaper had received about any of his men prior to this dinner, and while every single cell in his body was focused on the doctor, he forced his body to relax and his expression to remain neutral. “What exactly do you mean by negative reaction?”

  For the first time since he’d been here, Winters’s demeanor cracked. She sighed and Reaper noticed that her normally perfect bun had a few strands hanging loose. There were uncharacteristic wrinkles in her lab coat and even a couple of more wrinkles around the corners of her eyes. The woman had been a researcher for over two decades, and the good doctor had the role of an objective observer practiced down to a T, but something about her cool, collected demeanor was off today. Reaper pressed for more, sensing the change and homing in for the kill. “What are you giving us? Why haven’t I been allowed to see my men until today?”

  He’d been asking this question all along and although his words were as calm as unbroken water, the guards in the rooms shifted instinctively, sensing the growing danger in the room.

  They weren’t completely stupid—they knew Reaper had changed, just like his men had changed.

  “The reason we allowed you to gather together today is because it’s time for phase two of the experiment to begin.”

  Reaper caught the questioning glances of the rest of his men and asked, “Phase two?”

  He hadn’t been aware there was a phase one—just a constant cycle of injections and unanswered questions.

  Dr. Winters’s thin lips lifted into a faint smile. “Of course, all experiments have more than one phase.”

  He couldn’t help but dislike Winters. From the very beginning, she’d talked to him like a thing, not a human being, but maybe that’s why his mentor had chosen her for the role of head research facilitator. A person with no emotions would bring no outside influence that could possibly taint the data.

  Reaper kept his hand curled around the fork so the doctor couldn’t see what he’d done. He’d been careful to keep all of his reactions under control, hiding all of his heightened senses as much as possible, although he hadn’t been successful one hundred percent of the time. For some reason he didn’t want these people to know the full extent of his enhanced power.

  “Now that we’ve been able to determine each of your personal strengths and exactly how the synthesized protein has altered your DNA, we’re ready to begin group testing.”

  He snatched up every bit of information like a starving child, yet he didn’t move a muscle or flinch as he processed the intel. Reaper wasn’t a genius, but he was smart enough to know fucking with someone’s DNA was some deep-level shit. The serum Winters had injected was to boost their muscle mass, amp up their reaction speeds, but this? “What exactly do you mean our DNA has been altered?”

  Winter’s smile disappeared. “You and each one of your men signed up for this testing, you agreed to turn yourself fully over for experimentation.”

  “No one said anything about altering our DNA.”

  She didn’t even look nervous or worried. Just curious, her piercing gaze assessing every single move he made. “It isn’t any of your business. You gave us full control.”

  Reaper slammed his fist into the table, crumbling his fork into a tiny ball. He let it clatter to the table and rose to his feet, towering over the doctor. “Where the fuck is Jack Mankel?”

  Mankel was his mentor, almost like a father to him. He was the reason Reaper had agreed to this experiment—and ever since it had begun, he had neither seen nor heard from him.

  “Come with me, Captain,” she said, her voice brooking no refusal. “We’ll have a little … chat. The guards will take the men into the special room we’ve set up to test your strengths as a unit.” She waved toward the door, and the guards immediately stood at attention. His team’s gaze shifted to him as one. He felt the weight of his responsibility for them on every square inch of his body. One nod, and they fell in, following the guards out of the room.

  “Now tell me what the fuck you’re using on us.”

  “It’s my own creation,” she said with pride. “I created a bonding agent around your DNA protecting the cells from the breakdown that occurs daily and enhancing them. I can see on your face that you want out, but let me tell you this, Captain. If you don’t continue to receive your injections, the very thing protecting your DNA will disintegrate and destroy you.”

  Fury blasted through his chest and he slammed a fist into the glass, cracking his knuckles. Blood splattered across the surf
ace. “That’s not what we signed up for.”

  “You don’t want to sacrifice yourselves in the name of research that will help future generations of soldiers? Regardless, you don’t have to give up your lives. Not if we continue to receive funding.”

  “Will we ever be able to live without the serum?”

  A shadow of uncertainty flashed across her face. “Of course, as soon as I figure out how to make the changes permanent instead of temporary.”

  Reaper threw back his head and let out a ragged, almost insane, laugh. “You have no idea what you’re doing, do you? I volunteered my men to be your guinea pigs and you know as much as a fucking monkey doing sign language.”

  “I know everything. I created you. I made you who you are,” she said through clenched teeth. Her porcelain complexion flushed pink in one of the only outward shows of emotion he’d ever witness her express.