Wrath's Storm: A Masters' Admiralty Novel Mari Carr (great books of all time .txt) 📖

when they hit the back door. It opened onto an alley, and there were two large trash cans beside the door, reeking of old food.

Eric glanced left and right. The narrow alley was, luckily, not a dead end, with exits to the streets on both sides.

“You go left. Get someplace safe and stay there.” Eric shot Walt a hard glance, and then turned away, toward the right.

“Where the hell are you going?” Walt called out.

Jakob emerged from the kitchen door. He glanced around, picked up a short broom, and held it like a bat, positioning himself so the first thing anyone who opened the door saw would be him.

“Knew three days here was too long.” There was a wealth of feeling in Eric’s words. “I’m the one they’re after.”

“Who?” Jakob asked, at the same time Walt said, “You’re just telling me this now?”

“I pissed off a few people. If they find my body, start with the Albanian mafia or the guys running the port of Antwerp. They were smuggling cocaine. I kept running into assholes when all I wanted was a damn serial killer.”

Walt thought about Eric casually taking down an extremist cell and teaching children how to fight and appropriately use words like “co-conspirator”. Yeah, he could see that Eric might have made a few other enemies if he’d been rampaging all over Europe like that.

“Fleet Admiral,” Jakob barked. “If you are in danger, the Spartan Guard—”

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Eric smiled grimly at Walt. “Sorry about this. We’ll meet up later.”

“When? How?” Walt was both baffled and terrified—the feeling reminded him a bit of being in med school.

“Jakob, get them out of here,” Eric called back. He was almost to the street. “And keep them safe.”

Then the fleet admiral disappeared around the corner.

Jakob dropped the broom and, without a word, went to the other side of Annalise, taking her hand while Walt still had an arm around her shoulder. She was pale and breathing too fast.

They heard a commotion in the kitchen.

Jakob looked at them. “Run.”

Chapter Six

It was a testament to exactly how worried he was about Annalise that Jakob didn’t object to how Walt’s hand had rested on her shoulder during the car ride. He slid out of the armored, chauffeured car he’d called to pick them up after they’d taken basic evasive maneuvers, walking in a corkscrewing circle around Frankfurt. There’d been no sign of the people from the restaurant following them, but he’d opted to have a security service pick them up just in case and take them to his home, which he considered to be one of the most secure residences in Frankfurt.

A home he’d bought and remodeled for Annalise.

Because he was a stupid fucking fucker who was in love with a woman too good for him. Over his ears in love.

Years in intelligence work and then as a Masters’ Admiralty Ritter hadn’t beaten the stupid out of him.

His grandmother, if she were still alive, would have smacked him on the back of the head and called him an Arsch mit Ohren. Oma had never minced words, never hesitated to tell him when he was acting like a complete idiot. And God knew an arsch mit ohren was what he felt like. He was a butt with ears.

Walt guided Annalise up the steps to the front door. Jakob keyed in the code on the lock with one hand and subtly pressed his palm to the hidden scanner in the doorframe. It clicked open and he swept in, quickly checking and then disarming the security system before turning and motioning for Walt to guide Annalise inside.

She looked pale, even paler than her typical light complexion, with a gray undertone to her skin, set off by the darkness of her hair. It was pulled back today, the way she wore it when she was in her office at the university or teaching. But he’d seen her with her hair down, watched her scrub her fingers through it after releasing it from a tight bun. For a moment, she’d have glorious just-fucked hair, and then she’d smooth it down, tuck it behind her ears.

More than once, after she’d fallen asleep on the couch while he kept watch, he would crouch down and brush back any pieces that fell over her face.

Verdammt! He was no better than her stalker.

He was completely aware of exactly how ridiculously stupid he was, how creepy as fuck it was that he loved to watch her sleep, but that didn’t stop him. He knew she felt safer when he was there.

And Annalise’s feelings had become the single-most important thing in his life.

It was why his very precious free time was almost all spent with her or trying to ensure her safety in some way. Any moment he had where the vice admiral, who was in charge of the Ritter, didn’t need him to be doing something else, Jakob was playing bodyguard for Annalise.

Sometimes, when he sat near her, either working on his own computer or watching TV while she graded papers, he could pretend they were a couple, relaxing together. And when they were done, they’d go to bed together. Their bed.

The bed in this house, in the bedroom he’d remodeled with her in mind.

He’d bought and redone an entire fucking house for a woman who would never live in it.

Verdammter Mist!

Arrrrgh.

“Okay, what do we do now?” Walt was looking around the foyer. Jakob had sanded down the exposed beams and varnished them himself, nearly breaking his fool neck when he leaned too far back and fell off the damn ladder.

“Come inside.” Jakob motioned them through the door on the right.

The house was old but large, though by modern standards, the rooms were small. It sat in the middle of a large plot of land with trees that hid it from view on all sides.

Most of the trees had cameras, infrared sensors, and motion detection tech mounted to the trunks and disguised to look like bark. He’d toyed with the idea