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  Breaking Out: Part II

  Michelle Diener

  Contents

  Copyright

  About Breaking Out Part I & II

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Sneak Peak: Dark Horse

  Also by Michelle Diener

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2015 by Michelle Diener

  All rights reserved.

  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.

  This is a work of fiction and all names, people, places and incidents are either used fictitiously or are a product of the author’s imagination.

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  About Breaking Out Part I & II

  Breaking Out: Part I started life as a short story entitled Breaking Out, which I wrote for inclusion in the ENTANGLED Anthology, a box set of short stories and novellas for which all proceeds went to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. I’m proud to say we raised over $12,000 for the BCRF with ENTANGLED.

  After the anthology was taken down from sale, I was asked if I would include Breaking Out in the ENTRANCED box set, and it was great to have the story out again, although that anthology, too, is no longer available for sale.

  I’m really happy to make the story available for sale at last outside of an anthology, and the impetus for it was the many readers of both anthologies who contacted me saying how much they loved it, and would I write more? The original Breaking Out is now entitled Breaking Out: Part I.

  This book, Breaking Out: Part II, is dedicated to all the readers who emailed me or contacted me through twitter and Facebook saying they loved Breaking Out: Part I, and to ask if I could write more about Kelli, Nate and Giles. It motivated me to steal an hour here and an hour there while I was working under deadline for other projects to write Part II. And I think they’ll be happy to hear it’s double the length of Breaking Out: Part I.

  Thank you for loving my characters as much as I do.

  Chapter One

  Three weeks later . . .

  It was surprising how well crime paid.

  Nate hefted the top-of-the range semi-automatic in his hands with a sense of satisfaction. This baby had cost a fortune, and the fact that Greenway had paid for it was all the sweeter.

  “Gloating over your toys?” Kel looked up from where she was crouched on the living room floor of the upmarket rental they'd moved in to, again courtesy of the millions they'd stolen from Greenway. She strapped on her vest.

  “Who could blame a man?” Giles stepped through the door, already in his dark green maintenance overalls.

  Nate knew Giles would prefer to be packing a gun or two himself, but the facility where Nina Calvados was being held had tight security, so he was making do with a ceramic knife, hidden somewhere out of sight.

  Kel stood up and tugged the vest into place. She wasn't packing anything, either.

  It niggled at him, but he understood why. She was still too afraid of what happened to her when Greenway tried his mind tricks. She was afraid of losing control, afraid that whatever Greenway had done to her would make her hurt someone.

  It was bull. She'd fought Greenway every step of the way, but he knew when he was beaten. He'd be happier if she had something, though. Wished she'd listen to him.

  “I do have something.” She wiggled her fingers, as if performing a spell. Reminding him she was a powerful telekinetic, who could protect herself without weapons.

  “What? You reading minds like Giles now?” Just the thought had him breaking into a cold, terrified sweat.

  “Don't need to. Your face said it all. And don't worry, you can count on me to improvise.”

  Nate laughed, just like she'd intended, because he'd made her promise she wouldn't improvise. That she would stick to the plan. His eyes rested on the sleek, smooth beauty of her, and he couldn't help the hot, tight feeling in his chest.

  A wave of protectiveness overwhelmed him.

  Sure, she was magic. Her telekinetic power was a weapon all on its own, but nothing killed someone dead like a bullet.

  “Besides, more than one of me would be unbearable.” Giles leaned back against the wall, arms folded across his chest, the way he did when Nate and Kel started dancing around each other.

  “And you'd hate to have a little turnabout, I'm guessing. Hate to have someone reading what's in your head,” Nate said.

  He needed to speak to Giles. If he was bothered by what was between him and Kel——not that it was going any-freaking-where, or, not near as fast as he'd like——but if Giles was bothered by it, well . . .

  “Tough?” Giles supplied.

  Nate grinned. “Thanks. Just the word I was looking for.”

  Kel looked between them, but didn't ask what the hell was going on. She checked her watch, frowned. “Greenway could discover we've gouged a large part of his secret off-shore account at any time. Soon as he does, he'll know we could only have gotten to the money because we have all his files. That's just a short hop from working out what we're up to.”

  Nate shrugged. “Even if he does notice the money's gone, he'd never think we'd try anything as nuts as this. Even I'm having trouble with the idea.”

  “To use your own word——tough.” Giles's face hardened a little.

  Giles had always been more on board with Kel's plan to systematically rescue the other inmates who'd been part of Greenway's freaky set-up than Nate had been. He had trouble with it because it just wasn't safe for Kel, but there was no reasoning with her.

  As soon as she'd learned Greenway had shipped his failures out to other facilities, she'd been determined to find them and break them out.

  Since Giles had gone undercover four days ago to suss out the facility they were planning to extract Nina Calvados from, he'd become as implacable as Kel about finishing the operation.

  “Damn right. She's one of us, Nate.” Giles didn't even pretend he hadn't been listening in on Nate's thoughts. He pushed off the wall, tilted his head in Kel's direction. “Nina Calvados reminds me of you. She's able to block better than anyone I've ever come across. We have to get her out.”

  “Well, if everything goes right tonight, we will.” Kel reached out and touched Giles on the arm. It was a gesture of comfort, and affection.

  He gave a sharp nod, turned and walked out the door.

  “You wouldn't really try to persuade us to abandon this, would you?” Kel turned her pale blue gaze on him. She stood, strangely vulnerable, in the middle of the spacious room.

  He felt wrong, somehow, approaching her loaded down with guns, but he did it anyway, snagged an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

  She didn't flinch anymore when he did that. She'd been skittish when he'd first started, but he was getting her used to being touched again. She seemed to like it, pressing up close to him, but she couldn't hold it for long.

  Still, they'd gone from a few seconds to about a minute in the few weeks he'd know her.

  He carefully slid his arms around her back, and instead of the resistance he usually felt, she gave a sigh and leaned against him.

  He was so surprised, he stood, still and shocked, as her arms came around his waist. The first time she'd done that.

  She rested her cheek against his chest and sort of nuzzled in, an
d his arms tightened their hold.

  “What's changed?” He didn't want to ruin the moment, or do anything to scare her off, but he couldn't help the question that leaped out of his mouth.

  “I know this rescue could end badly, and I just don't want to regret . . .” She breathed out on another sigh. “I know I'm too stiff. I hate how I get tense and freeze up. I want you touching me and I love doing this.” She burrowed even closer. “I want you going in tonight knowing that.”

  He lifted his hands and cupped her face, tipped her head back so he could look her in the eyes.

  “I already do.”

  She smiled at him, that Kelli smile that blinded him every time and made him blank to everything else around him.

  That terrible tension rose up in him again. He'd do anything to keep her safe, but if he wanted to keep her, he had to let her be free.

  If he couldn't stop her going, he'd watch her back. Protect her.

  She had her priorities. He sure as hell had his.

  * * *

  Kelli felt Nate's arms go hard as iron around her, and she forced herself not to pull away, even though the skittish part of her wanted to do just that.

  Instead, she lifted her lips to his jaw and planted a feather-light kiss on its edge.

  He went still and she did it again, working her way up to his earlobe.

  She realized, with surprise, she didn't feel like pulling away any more.

  Or, not yet.

  She'd come to associate touch with pain over the last three years, and it would take more than three weeks to overcome that. But she was winning.

  One look in Nate's eyes and she knew failure would be too costly.

  He would give her all of himself. It was a gift too precious to give up on.

  She kissed him one last time and pulled back, but his arms tightened just a fraction before he released her.

  She didn't step away, and suddenly she was caught in the deep midnight blue of his eyes. Without holding her, without touching her at all, he lowered his lips and kissed her, and she opened her mouth under his gentle, relentless demand.

  It felt good.

  She could feel the heat of him they were so close to each other, but she closed her eyes and didn't try to hold him again. It was as if she were floating, the only sensation the feel of his lips and tongue on hers.

  He drew back, and there was a grin on his face. “Floating on air, I see.”

  She looked down, and he was right, she had leveled their heights, floating up so he didn't need to bend down to her.

  She grinned back.

  “Ready?” Giles called from the other room. “I need to leave now to make my shift on time.”

  His question brought her back to earth with a slight thump.

  But Nina Calvados deserved this, too. Deserved freedom and a chance to live a full life.

  Something Doc Greenway and the people holding Nina captive were not planning to give her.

  So tonight, Giles would go in again as part of the maintenance staff as he had for the last couple of days, and she and Nate would be ready to help him extract her from her prison.

  One by one, they were going to bring Greenway's victims out.

  And if it could be over the doc's dead body, she thought fiercely, so much the better.

  Chapter Two

  Nina didn't know when she'd given up, but it was some time ago. Or rather, she thought she had.

  But there was always something, even here in the white, sterile lab. A flare of irritation, a spurt of anger, and then she'd shove the feeling deep, deep down.

  She was working hard. Grunt work, low-level tech work, but more than she'd had before. She looked around the clean, well-equipped room and knew she'd gained back a piece of herself because of it.

  It was the saving of her.

  She'd have given up for good in a cell like the one she'd been kept in at Doc Greenway's little clinic. There had been nothing for her there but four walls, and the trembling wait for the sound of footsteps——of wondering if they were coming for her again, or just walking past.

  Here at least she was busy. And maybe her compliance, her obvious enjoyment of the work, had fooled her captors into believing that she was a good little girl now. Nice and docile.

  When she was really anything but.

  Coming out from behind the work station next to her, Simons shuffled toward the door as the clock hit five o'clock exactly.

  She wondered how he knew the time——he certainly didn't have a watch and he'd never once raised his eyes high enough to look up at the cheap white and silver clock above the lab's double doors. Not in all the four months Nina had worked with him.

  She'd like to ask him how he did it. But that wasn't going to happen.

  They'd never exchanged a single word in all the time they'd been assigned together in the lab.

  He'd been brought in, the broken product of some experimental hellhole, just like her. But where Nina had been subject to mental pain, with only a side order of the physical, she had the strong feeling Simons had been placed on the modern-day equivalent of a medieval rack and every bone in his body broken.

  Sometimes, it hurt to look at him.

  As he pushed the door open, Hart, the third member of their happy little crew, finished packing up and stepped out from behind his table.

  He didn't look her way. And that was fine with her.

  There was something about Hart that made Nina nervous. The time he'd picked up his table——solid stainless steel——and thrown it at the wall, was only part of it.

  Where Simons looked down, shuffled, Hart's eyes darted everywhere, but never rested on anything for long. He certainly didn't make eye contact and had never spoken to her.

  She could understand why Simons kept his distance, kept his mouth shut. He was so closed off, he had no way of coming out, but Hart? Sometimes she had the sense he did want to say something, then thought better of it. Or was waiting for her to make the first move.

  He'd wait a long time.

  She didn't need any more complications. She didn't need any more attention.

  Simons waited for Hart, holding the door, and the two of them stepped through it together, neither of them looking back at her, or acknowledging her in any way.

  She packed up.

  Security wouldn't get antsy until about ten minutes after five, but why make them antsy? Being a good girl was what would set her free. Not because they would finally say, okay, Nina, you're obviously no threat to anyone now, off you go.

  She actually wanted to laugh at that thought.

  But she still played the good girl, never causing any waves. That would give her the window she needed. One day, she'd walk out of the lab, or toward the canteen, or to her room, and a door would be open, or an opportunity would present itself, and she would take it.

  Calm, smooth. And because she was such a good little girl, no one would be too jittery if she wasn't where she should be for a few minutes. Maybe even longer.

  She would buy herself a nice chunk of time by being Miss Predictable and No Trouble.

  She set everything straight——because that's what a good girl does——and followed Simons and Hart out of the lab.

  They went to the canteen straight after shift end. Like five year olds, they sat down to their dinner at 5.15.

  She was used to it now, but she remembered a time in her life when dinner at 5.15 would have made her laugh.

  That time was gone, and never coming back.

  As she swiped out with her card, she looked up at the camera in the corridor.

  She was used to them watching. What she needed was for them to find her too boring to bother with. And while she waited for her chance, at least there were some perks. The top one being, so far, no one had tried to mess with her mind.

  She really didn't like it when they did that. As Doc Greenway had found out.

  Greenway had made out she was lucky he'd found her a place at this facility, and she believed him, because
the alternative had been to kill her. The doc seemed to baulk at that.

  She was still trying to figure out why. And why she'd been given a place here at all. They hadn't tried anything on her, and all she was doing was low-level technical work. Giving her something useful but unimportant to do to pass the time.

  Maybe the doc just liked knowing he had her stashed somewhere where he could come get her when he needed her.

  There had been something sullen about his attitude to her placement, like he'd been coerced into it.

  He could be biding his time, waiting for whatever incident had forced him to ship out his experiments to blow over before he claimed them back.

  He would do that over her dead body.

  Up ahead, she could see Simons and Hart.

  She frowned. They should be further ahead——at the canteen by now——and she slowed her steps. Being a good girl didn't involve getting caught up in anything with these two.

  No way.

  She had no reason to speak to them, and so now she simply put herself on the other side of the corridor and made to pass them.

  "I wouldn't go to the canteen today, if I were you." Hart's voice was gritty, with a thick accent she couldn't quite place.

  She stopped. Looked across at him.

  He was standing next to Simons, not touching him, but close enough, and there was something protective in his stance.

  "Why not?" she asked.

  Simons shuddered and turned away from both of them to face the wall.

  "Simons saw someone he knows there."

  There was only one thing that could have shaken Simons out of his usual zombie mode that she could think of. "Someone from where they held him before?" Nina felt a little burn of nausea in her throat.

  Hart's gaze met hers. He gave a nod.

  "What's he doing in the canteen?"

  "Eating dinner." Hart shrugged.

  She took a step down the corridor, away from them. "Thanks for the warning but I——we——have to go to dinner. What else are we going to do?"