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“W hat the hell do you mean Princess Tahira’s been kidnapped?

” Ian Sawyer barked into the phone. Sitting at her desk in front of him, Colleen Helm’s eyes grew wide.

Then, proving she’d become a efficient office manager since starting at Trident Security almost three years ago, she used a texting program on her computer to send a message demanding all available operatives to report to the firm’s compound.

“Exactly what I said,” responded Mousaf Amar, head of security for the royal family of Timasur, a small country in Northern Africa.

“The princess left the cruise ship and went ashore at Montego Bay, Jamaica, with her two cousins and two members of her security detail. They rented an SUV to take them to a waterfall about an hour away from the port, and that was about six hours ago. I just received word my men were found shot to death next to their rental in the park’s lot.

Princess Tahira, Lahana, and Nala are missing.

“It seems they were getting ready to leave the park about two hours ago when they were attacked. The guards’ weapons and IDs were taken, but the police were able to identify them through fingerprints and the rental agreement.

They contacted us as soon as they realized what they were dealing with.

According to their investigation so far, no gunshots were heard and there are no witnesses. ”

“Suppressors—that means they were hit by professionals; more than one if they were able to get the drop on your men.” The royal security teams were highly skilled men, and Ian had seen them in action on more than one occasion during training exercises.

He strode purposely into the war-room where Nathan Cook, one of Trident’s two resident tech geeks, was sitting in front of his massive console.

The man looked up with his eyebrows raised, and Ian used a finger to silently tell him to hang on a sec.

“So, we have no idea who took them or where they might be.”

“No, we don’t. There has been no ransom demand and no one claiming responsibility. If Her Royal Highness or her cousins could contact us, they would have. I need your help, my friend. I’m on my way from Timasur, but you can get a team there faster.”

“What’s the name of the falls they were at?”

“Dunn’s River Falls and Park.”

Ian repeated the name to Nathan. “Get me eyes there, pronto. I doubt there are any decent security cameras around but check anyway. Patch into the traffic cams and any at the airports and marinas. Find out if any satellites have images from four to five hours ago over that park. Princess Tahira is missing, probably kidnapped. Run her picture through the imaging software. Find her—now!”

Leaving the former NSA employee to do what he did best, Ian headed to the conference room, with the phone still to his ear. “I’ll get boots on the ground as soon as possible. Do you have a contact with the police?”

“Inspector Jamal Lewis is the man in charge. Lahana’s brother, Farid, and his friend were supposed to be chaperoning the women during the trip, but they didn’t want to go to the falls and were to meet up with them afterward for a late lunch. They haven’t heard from the women either.”

Filing that bit of information in his head for later, Ian jotted down the name of the inspector on a scrap piece of paper. “I’ll contact you as soon as I have any information. What time do you expect to land?”

“In approximately ten hours at Sangstar International. I have five men with me.”

“I’ll have cars waiting for you. We’ll get her back, Amar.” Disconnecting the call, Ian shouted to be heard out in the reception area. “Colleen, call CC and tell him to get his ass to the airport—taking off in less than an hour, heading to Montego Bay, Jamaica!”

“On it!”

Knowing the company’s pilot would have their private jet ready to go as soon as possible, Ian sat back in his chair and ran a hand down his face.

All available personnel would be arriving shortly, but it would be a mix of both teams. Brody Evans, Trident’s other computer geek and one of seven retired Navy SEALs who were now co-owners of the company, was returning from his honeymoon too late that evening to come with them.

Two more co-owners, Marco DeAngelis and Ben Michaelson, were on a joint-task force assignment with operatives from Deimos, a US-government, black-ops agency most people didn’t even know existed.

Darius Knight, Lindsey Abbott, and Valentino Mancini, from the Omega Team, were down in Argentina on an undercover op.

So that left Nick Donovan, the youngest Sawyer brother, his husband, Jake Donovan, Tristan McCabe, Cain Foster, and Kip Morrison available to fly down to Jamaica with Ian.

His other brother, Devon, and Logan Reese would have to stay behind and hold down the fort in Tampa.

Ian hoped to God they’d be able to figure out who’d kidnapped the princess and the others.

While he’d been helping to protect the royal family for several years, it wasn’t until he and his wife Angie had gotten engaged and accepted an invitation from King Rajeemh and Queen Azhar to visit them in Timasur’s capital city of Diado, that he’d gotten to know Tahira better.

She’d matured over the past two years and, although she still liked to drive her bodyguards nuts with shopping sprees and flirting with the ones who were single, she no longer acted like a spoiled child.

She’d even gotten involved in charity work.

Last year, the princess and her brother, Prince Raj, had attended Ian and Angie’s wedding.

Their parents had been unable to join them due to Her Royal Majesty recovering from an illness.

Picking up the phone, Ian hit the speed dial to the small studio that’d recently been built on the west side of the TS compound.

Angie, an artist, and Devon’s wife, Kristen, an author, had moved their workstations into it, getting them out of their respective apartments for a few hours each day.

The other buildings housed the Trident offices, a gym and indoor shooting range, and The Covenant, a BDSM club owned by Ian, Devon, and their cousin Mitch.

As he waited for the call to be picked up, he let out a heavy sigh. His pregnant wife was going to flip when he told her about Tahira, but since he’d just gotten back in her good graces, Ian wasn’t going to keep it a secret from her. She’d divorce him if he did. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”