DOUBLE TROUBLE WITH THE TWIN WOLVES - 5

C H A P T E R F I V E - - - T I M

"Ah, Sleeping Beauty comes to life!" " Tim shouted, laying his gun down in the middle of cleaning and rising up.

Fuck, I'm in pain. He thought to himself as he went up to the bed that contained their most cherished item that he needed to talk to the lieutenant about raising those dang resistance lessons again.

"Would you want something, Miss?" Something to take the edge off the pain, a brown paper bag to throw it in, a sturdy shoulder to weep on? " Tom called from the kitchen of the one-room apartment they were renting, which had an open kitchen, living room, and bedroom.

On such short notice, that was the best they could do. Even The Firm didn't have so many safe houses in, of all places, Ilocos! Tim smirked at his brother as the kettle whistled, allowing him a little moment alone with Maddison. He knelt next to her curled-up on the couch and reflexively moved a strand of her hair out of her face. Touching her was almost electric, and he felt a constant buzz go through his body.

The short dosage of medicine they'd given her when she'd woken the first time, kicking and screaming, had evidently done wonderfully, she blinked the sleep out of her eyes. Even though Tim and his brother had received significant training on most simple procedures, common medical equipment, and pharmaceuticals for their field job, Tom insisted on verifying with Jordan before giving her anything. But Tom was the type of man who was too cautious. In many respects, she is the polar opposite of Tim.

"Hey there, sugar.  How was your rest? Have you had any dreams about me? " he asked, smiling.

She's very stunning.

It wasn't simply the adrenaline, or the fact that he'd seen her take a bullet and yet maintain her head on her shoulders that did it. Tim would have purchased whatever Maddison offered with those legs, eyes, and figure. Tom's brother seemed to share that attitude based on the glances he kept giving them.

"Where am I? Where are we? " she inquired, abruptly rising from her seat on the couch and groaning as she grabbed her head. "And why do I feel as though I've been run over by a truck? “

"We've arrived at Ilocos. Sorry, but that's all you'll learn. We had to sedate you a little as well. Now, whoa, settle down! " Tim caught her mid-jump as she was attempting to leap from the sofa like a tiger leaping across a chasm.

He gently pushed her back onto the couch and then got up, sheepishly raised his hands.

"Listen to me, Maddison. The good folks are us. You are secured. For your own sake, I can't really tell you much about where you are. Isn't it true that the less you know, the better? ”

As he heard Tom approaching from behind, holding two cups of scalding hot cocoa, his lips tightened in fear. They made eye contact, their twin telepathy putting them on the same page rather quickly. The mission's goal is to calm down the smoldering redhead in every way possible.

Lock and load.

"You drugged me, brought me to an unknown place, and refuse to let me go! I'm not sure whether you sound like nice folks! For the love of God, I watched you shoot a guy! “ In the early stages of hysteria, Maddison mewled, her exquisite voice faltering a bit.

The very first time she came to, it had started off similarly, but they'd had the terrible added difficulty of being stuck in an armored vehicle dispatched to the site by The Firm. They could not even afford to spend too much time calming her down when they wanted to get as far away from the train as possible, so the sedative was their only alternative. She didn't seem to recall that tiny fact, based on her current appearance. Though Tom could still feel her tight, curvaceous body twitch against his chest as he gave her the injection, muttering soothing things in her ear.

As Tom kneeled down so he could be eye-level with her, he found the two hot chocolate mugs forcefully pushed in his hands. Tim's scowl was hidden behind his hand. Tom with his debonair demeanor. If they had to face the consequences, he could talk them out of it.

"Look at me, Maddison. Look at me," Tom urged, grabbing her hands in his and gripping them tightly enough that she couldn't pull them away. Tim could see tears in her eyes as she glanced at him. His grasp on the cups became even tighter. "I realize it appears to be a dreadful situation, but you must believe us." You were quite courageous. You came into a room full of extremely dangerous people doing horrific things and kept your cool under duress."

"That other man definitely didn't," Tim quipped, drawing scorn from Tom and Maddison. "Sheesh, tough crowd," he grumbled as he took a seat next to Maddison. He made a big point of being close to her.

"They saw your face, Maddison, and that they'll look through the passenger list to find you.  For your own safety and that of your family, we can not let you walk out of here. We'll give you a new identity and tell you to stay away from your family. At the very least, long enough for us to discover and apprehend those men. We'll capture them, I assure you."

Tim stood there watching as Tom ran his thumbs over Maddison's palms, her gaze flicking down and her lips parted slightly. She was flawless, spirits above. She could have his blood flowing a mile a minute and his cock straining against his jeans even if he was unkempt, frightened, and wound up like hell. Tim hadn't spoken it out loud, but he'd been watching her sleep the entire time, and it had nothing to do with being assigned the chore.

"But my parents... I can't abandon them like that! They Are going to look for me. "

Tim exchanged a glance with Tom, his gut twisting. That was his least favorite part. Tom, on the other hand, was as calm as a cucumber, always in command of the situation. The epitome of a communications professional.

"They won't. On the train, there have been explosions. You saw the Marines and the man Tim looked after. A couple more people were killed. Your parents are aware that you were one of a half-dozen passengers killed in a railway engine explosion. They'll have your ashes cremated and that will be the end of it. They aren't going to look for you. It's also to protect them, so the ones who come after you won't have any cause to approach them."

Tim could hear her sob before it came out of her mouth. But Tom was there, cradling her in his arms and settling into a chair on the sofa while she sobbed against his chest. "Seriously?!," Tim said as he handed the hot chocolate cups to Tom and looked at him. He might have been the one holding the lovely girl and expressing his uncertainty.

Tim, like Tom, was well aware that her sobs had no bearing on the situation's result. Yes, Maddison had every right to be shaken, and Tim was confident that the guys at The Firm would interrogate her mercilessly before allowing her to move on with her new life, which would almost surely not be in Manila. However, it was largely the bottled-up terror and avalanche of emotions that had to be released. It was something they'd seen before. However, the person who was sobbing usually didn't make his heart race.

Tim offered her the cup and slung his arm over the back of the couch, beating Tom to it by a few seconds, as she drew back from Tom's chest, nestling between the two of them on the couch.

"Drink it, it'll make you feel better," Tim said as he sipped the other before giving it across to Tom.

"It all seems so... improbable!"

Maddison eventually mumbled something, her hazy eyes recovering. "Who are you two, and how did you  ... why were you... argh. Explain, please!" she eventually replied, clearly agitated. He thought the irritated little flush on her cheeks was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen.

"We're part of a private military operation," Tim explained, recalling the prepared story they used to say when the target was ready to be questioned. Though he would have not been astonished if her gray eyes forced him to reveal all the intricacies of their history that he should never have revealed to anybody. "We were working on a train. There are no specifics; merely keep an eye out. "I guess it meant 'be prepared for explosives and terrorists this time.'"

He kept Maddison's gaze with an easy smile that seemed readily to him.

"And how can I be sure you're the nice guys?  I mean, no disrespect, you've got a nice little arrangement here, but all I know is that I witnessed you blast someone's head off and then I awoke in a strange area. However, great hot chocolate," she said, nodding gratefully to Tom.

He smirked back, a smug bastard.

"Well, a few of things. That you're still alive is a good indication. If my memory serves me right, the other man attempted to shoot you. I didn't. So we get one point. Second, everyone aboard the train who wasn't dead when we discovered you is still alive. We don't have a television here, but believe me when I say that if we had, you'd be watching news footage of a catastrophic train disaster in which scores of people were unharmed."

"We also produce fantastic hot chocolate. Have you ever met an evil genius who adds cinnamon to their hot beverage? I don't believe so," Tom joked.

Tim growled, "That was my idea."

"Sure it was," Tom said, causing Maddison to laugh between them.

"All right, let's get this over with!  So you're not completely maniacs."

"I'd say we're both maniacs. "   With a big grin and a wink at Maddison, Tim stated, "Just the good kind."

Her rich red locks bounced and swept across her freckled cheeks as she shook her head. Tim was turning into some strange werewolf inferno being alone near her because she was so hot. Tim knew he wasn't alone in his attraction with her since Tom continued looking at her as if she'd been sent down from the sky.

"What happens next?" " Maddison inquired as she finished her chocolate.

Her shoulders were now loosened, and she was breathing more steadily, as she relaxed into the chaos. Usually, it was unavoidable. Shock, followed by acceptance. The true consequences of all that had happened and would happen would only become apparent later. Tim, on the other hand, would be unavailable to assist her. But he was familiar with the procedure. If The Firm became involved, she'd be taken from the safe home as soon as it was safe to do so, driven to a new location, and her information pumped out and new knowledge put into her so she could assume her new identity. And then? Tim would never see her again after that.

That sounded like hell on earth.

"Well," Tom said. "You're spending the night with us."

Tim gave his brother a glance, and the hint of concern behind his matched gold-flecked eyes informed Tim that they were still thinking the same things. Trouble. There's always problems.

Tom pushed the cup closer to the edge of the tiny table in front of the couch. Tim's weapon was still on the kitchen table in bits, while Tom's was leaning against a wall a few feet away. One of them, at the very least, had always been prepared and ready. But this time, Tim saw that that either he or Tom appeared to care about being cautious.

Maddison appeared to be going to say something else to defuse the increasingly heated atmosphere between the three of them, perhaps even getting up and walking away. But she didn't. Instead, for the hundredth time that day, she shocked Tim. Maddison slid her hand across Tim's leg and smirked faintly as she looked from one to the other.

"Then I'll come up with a few ideas."

Perhaps the troublemakers this time weren't him or Tom.