Shattered Lies (Web of Lies #3)(3)

Secretary of State Sandra Cummings would arrive shortly. He’d gotten in a couple hours before, thanks to his private jet, and the others were just settling in. She’d had a harder time getting away, but he’d gotten her a fake passport. He needed to refocus, and here, where it all began, was where he needed to be. The others in the inner sanctum were having a drink on the terrace. He would join them. He wouldn’t betray his emotions. Instead, he’d plot. It was going to be hard to overcome, but he didn’t become as powerful as he was without making hard choices. And one thing he’d discovered over the years: one could never have too much money or too much power. He straightened his tie and stepped out onto the terrace. His housekeeper hurried forward before he could join the others.

“Yes?”

“I just took this message. I tried you in your office, but your phone was busy.”

Though he kept his cool in public and always stayed under control, sometimes in private he let his temper get the best of him. She handed him a piece of paper and hurried away. He opened it expecting bad news, but a smile broke out over his face instead.



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Elizabeth James, or Lizzy to her friends, tried to sleep on the military plane, but it was so uncomfortable her whole body hurt. She and Dalton had flown comfortably in a Galaxy plane to Ramstein Air Base in Germany before holing up in the cargo of a smaller plane headed for Mihail Kogalniceanu Air Base near Constanta, Romania. When they landed, they would be near the Black Sea and have to make their way inland to Bucharest in order to find Sandra, who had disappeared after a suspected meeting with co-conspirators within Mollia Domini. She hoped Alex was able to find something on her location because right now they had very few leads.

Dalton put his arm around her and Lizzy lay back against him. The plane was too loud to speak without yelling, but they didn’t need to speak. The first time they’d had sex it had been about lust. But now, well, something had changed along the way. They understood each other on a deeper level. So deep that when Dalton felt Lizzy sigh he squeezed her hand in silent support. They both knew they were on a needle-in-a-haystack mission and could be walking in on something that could end their lives. However, it was the risk they both accepted. And for that they didn’t need words.



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He sat in the open air as the evening sun shone off the waters of the Black Sea. The note he’d received hours earlier was still in his hand. He didn’t want to do it, but nothing would stop his plans.

He heard the doorbell ring deep in the house. His housekeeper would get it, but he walked inside to greet his new guest anyway. A minute later, Sandra Cummings, the United States Secretary of State, stepped into the hallway looking worried.

“Have you heard?”

“Yes. I’ll handle it. You’re needed in DC now more than ever. Does President Stratton have any inkling of what’s going on?”

“No. He’s too caught up following his dick. If Claudia hadn’t gone after Tate—” Sandra let out a frustrated breath. “I don’t know how some gossip rag got hold of this story. And where the fuck is Fitz? Has George said anything?” He saw her glance out to media mogul George Stanworth sitting on the terrace.

“His daughter, Helena, mentioned her wish for revenge after Tate did a piece on law enforcement going easy on rich kids. I guess Tate said Helena’s daughter, Blythe, should be in jail.”

Sandra nodded. “Blythe was high and smashed her sports car into another car, killing a pregnant woman. The DA refused to prosecute.”

“I should have known when I asked George to assist us that he’d bring all his family baggage with him. Now Helena is even more focused on bringing Tate down.” He looked out over the sea, and it calmed him. “It’s being taken care of, though. Would you like to freshen up before the meeting?”

Sandra shook her head. “No, thank you. I’m ready when you are.”

He nodded to his housekeeper, who was waiting for his signal. She reached over and rang the old bell that had been in place since the house was a working farm. He escorted Sandra to the dinner table on the beach. Within minutes, the entire group was seated at the table as his housekeeper served them. It was a shame he’d have to kill her after his guests left. Loose ends could not be tolerated.

He was about to start the meeting when George’s cell phone rang. He gritted his teeth. “Sorry,” George apologized. He may be elderly, but there was nothing weak about George Stanworth. It was one of the reasons he’d been recruited to Mollia Domini, that and his ability to reach billions of people through his news outlets, TV shows, and movies. Not to mention his contacts with all of Hollywood’s influencers. It’s what made putting up with George’s family baggage livable.

“Come on, Dad,” Helena said, eyeing the phone. “Your bimbo can wait until later.” Of course she’d dislike George’s third—or was it fourth wife? The girl was young enough to be Helena’s daughter.

George silenced the phone only to look down at it a second later. “What the fuck?”

Helena leaned over and narrowed her eyes. “Is that your front door?”

He raised his eyes with impatience, but Helena and George weren’t paying attention to him. Frustration was boiling to the surface when George put the phone to his ear and made a call. He used his cane and stepped a couple feet from the table. Everyone kept their eyes on George the entire time. They all felt it. Something had happened, and it would affect them all. George finally hung up and slowly made his way back to his chair.