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  Rebel’s Retribution

  Fated Lives Series Books 1-4

  Kelly Moore

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  Kerry Genova

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  Warning

  There are many trigger topics in this book related to human trafficking and PTSD.

  Contents

  Derrick Rebel

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Fallon Davis

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Theo Drake

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Rebel’s Retribution

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Theo’s Retaliation

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  Derrick Rebel

  Fated Lives Series

  Book One

  Meet Derrick Rebel

  Derrick Rebel was the Captain for the SEAL team The Gunners. He's a typical badass leader, but he's a broken man. The woman he loved betrayed him in the worst way possible at the cost of his team. It took him awhile but he finally got his act together, and now he's the leader of The Gunners again, but a different team with a different mission. His focus now is on US soil and keeping it's citizens safe. He found his heart again with Fallon Davis. He met her on their first mission and was unable to let her go. Rebel may be a hard ass when it comes to his job, but the way he loves will have you drooling.

  Chapter 1

  Meet Rebel and Ekko

  She wraps her firm leg around my hip and presses her core into my body, causing me to harden again despite a night of full-on sex. “Baby, you keep that up”—I look between my legs—“no pun intended, I’ll never make the mission.”

  “God forbid you miss out on one mission.” She unwinds her body from mine and throws the sheet off as she gets out of my bed. Her lean body and nice ass make for the perfect view.

  “Come on, Ekko, and bring that fine ass back to bed.”

  “You know I hate when you call me that when we’re not at work.”

  I fall back on the bed with a huff and rub my hand down my scruffy face. “Nina Pax, would you please crawl back into bed with me?” My team calls her Ekko because she’s always in our ear over the coms, and when we disregard her orders, she repeats them over and over.

  “I can’t. I’m going to be late for my meeting with the commander,” she says with a mouth full of toothpaste, waving her pink brush at me.

  Groaning, I lift a leg up and hike myself out of bed, joining her in the bathroom. “You want me to skip out on a mission, but you’re not willing to miss a meeting.” I wrap my hands around her naked frame and press my teeth lightly into her shoulder.

  “My life isn’t on the line every time I go to work.” She leans over and spits into the sink, pressing her ass into my dick. I place my hands on either side of her hips, then I smack her on the ass.

  “Hey!” She laughs and turns in my arms. “You know how much I like your hands on me, but I really don’t have time.” She gives a quick kiss to my lips.

  I reach for the shaving cream and lather it on my face. “When are you ever going to agree to marrying me?” I watch her reflection in the mirror as she dresses in her civilian black suit. She looks sexy as shit in it.

  “We’ve talked about this. Neither one of our careers are good on marriages.”

  She’s the handler for our SEAL Team Six Division, aka The Gunners. Everything about her is highly classified. She doesn’t give much away, but I know her research of Afghanistan, and knowledge of tactical skills and weaponry, coupled with her negotiating skills, got her this job against some of the highest-ranking officers in the military. She even negotiated her way into staying a civilian rather than join the military. She wanted to be able to freelance her work to the highest bidder. She’s brilliant and sexy. Killer combo.

  I smooth the razor down my face as the shaving cream drips into the sink. “Why don’t we both retire then?”

  She sits on the small, rickety bench seat by the closet and slips on a pair of black shiny heels. “Neither one of us are ready for that. You love your job.”

  “I would give it up for you.”

  She gets up and stands beside me, looking at me in the mirror. “Derrick, I’m not ready to give any of this up. I have some things really starting to work for me.” She winds her mocha-colored hair up into a bun.

  I know when she calls me Derrick, she’s serious. When we’re in bed, she cries out my last name, Rebel. That’s me, Captain Derrick Rebel. Leader of the SEAL Team Six Division. “I have no idea what that means. Everything you do turns out gold. You’ve gotten us out of more shit than any military leader I’ve had in the past.”

  “My lips are sealed.” She smacks them together, spreading on her nude-colored lipstick.

  “I know, highly classified, need to know only.” I rinse off my face and towel dry before I grab her to me. “The only thing I need to know is that you love me.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

  “You know I do. Now please take your sexy ass back to bed and skip this mission. Let Captain Stark step in for you today. He’ll be jonesing to go out on standby for you.”

  “Fat chance of that, and let him take all the glory? These are my men and the only way I’m not leading them is if I’m six feet under.” Some emotion crosses her face, but I’m not sure what it is.

  She squeezes her eyes closed and presses the palm of her hand against her temple. “Ahh…I really gotta go.” She turns to leave, but I see her glance back in my direction. “I’ll see you in the war room, Rebel.” Her smile is gone, and her eyes look sad.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah. Good luck on your mission today.”

  She cracks open the door and slinks out of my barracks. She’s only fooling herself thinking others don’t know about us. My men called it the first time I laid eyes on her. She came into the camp’s gym to work out in a pair of gray shorts and a white tank top. She had more muscles in her arms than some of the men.

  She got on the pull-up bar, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. One of my men yelled out that he thoug
ht she could do more pull-ups than me. The challenge was real. She almost kicked my butt. I couldn’t let her show me up. I pulled a bicep muscle rather than lose. I kept doing them despite the pain that was burning up my arm.

  She was pretty pissed off, and my peace offering was a beer in the barrack’s cantina. Her smart mouth and sexy lips had me hard the entire night, which led to me fucking her brains out. She was a tiger in bed, leaving scratches down my back. I think it was her way of paying me back for beating her in front of the men. I’d do it all over again to feel her nails dig into my skin from pure pleasure.

  I open my closet door and take my fatigues off the hanger and pull out a white T-shirt from a drawer. I’m married to these clothes. I joined the Navy right out of high school. It was the only thing I ever wanted to do—to follow in my grandfather’s footsteps. Now, at thirty-three, I wouldn’t mind settling down and having a few kids running around. Even if I convinced Nina to marry me, she’s made it pretty clear that she has no room in her life for children. It’s not in the grand scheme of her life plan. She’s very regimented and never flies by the seat of her pants.

  Unlike me, I’m a hardcore rule breaker, and it drives Nina insane. My theory is, sometimes you have to break the rules to make things work. We’ve gotten in more knock-down, drag-out fights than I’d like to think about after a mission because I ignored Ekko in my ear. But damn, it was worth the make-up sex.

  As I lace up my boots, a video pops up on my laptop with my older brother’s face on it. “Hey, bro, you there?”

  I slide into the chair in front of the small desk. “Hey, Sean. What’s up? I only have a minute or so to talk.”

  “I wanted you to know I got the loan for the bar and you and the boys will have a place to celebrate when you come back home to Portland.”

  “Congrats, man. I’m happy for you. Did you pick a name for it?” I lean back on two legs of the chair.

  “Sean’s place.” He’s all smiles.

  “Real original, man.” I chuckle. How about Rebel’s Bar.”

  “That would give you some claim to it, and you aren’t getting your SEAL hands on it.” He laughs. “You protect the country, I’ll serve the beer.”

  “How are Mom and Dad?”

  “Enjoying their retirement by traveling the world.”

  I glance at my black military watch. “I gotta go, man. Tell Mom and Dad I love them the next time you talk to them.”

  “Will do.”

  “Congrats again, Sean. Drink a couple for me.”

  Grabbing my gear and pulling on my hat, I run out the door and down the two steps to the dirty, hot ground of our platoon.

  “Hey, Cap.”

  “Good morning, Barker.” The lieutenant steps in pace with me. He’s the oldest member in our team of eight.

  “I hear we’re going in dark on our mission to capture the leader of the MM20 group.”

  I pull my bag farther up on my shoulder. “Let’s go find out.”

  Chapter 2

  The Mission Plans

  My men are already gathered around a metal table in what we call the war room. Nina is huddled in the corner with the commander talking in hushed voices.

  “Good morning, sir!”

  “Good morning.” I nod toward Theo, who is the youngest in our group. He’s actually the youngest SEAL in any team at twenty years old. I thought for sure he had some rich or political parent who pulled strings to get him in, but it turns out, the boy has skills. I’d let him have my back any day.

  “Mornin, Rebel.”

  Petty Officer Orie Severs hands me a cup of black coffee. “You look like shit, Severs. Did you have a late night with the hot little redhead who arrived here a few days ago?” Severs is a ladies’ man and my best friend. We’ve been together since basic training.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know.” His smile and the dark circles under his eyes give him away.

  “Too much of a good thing might get you killed.” I slap him on the shoulder.

  We all take our seats as Commander Jeremy Lukas steps in front of the room.

  “Captain Derrick Rebel.”

  “Petty Officer Orie Severs.”

  “Petty Officer Jon Barker.”

  “Petty Officer Ben Smyth.”

  “Petty Officer - Medic Josh Darcy.”

  “Petty Officer Theo Drake.”

  “Petty Officer Thomas Byrd.”

  “Petty Officer Graham Dutch.”

  He calls roll and nods at each of us.

  “You’ve been our commander for over a year now, do you really need to do an official roll call? Just call us by our names, sir,” Bryd says, resting his hands behind his head.

  The commander laughs. “I want to make sure you remember what your real names are. You guys have so many nicknames I can’t keep up.” Nina hands him a folder, and he waves it in the air. “We finally have good intel on the notorious MM20 group. As you know, this group owns well-guarded poppy fields all over Afghanistan that are supporting their terrorist group with weapons and the ability to go in and out of countries undetected. They’re single-handedly responsible for the last four terror attacks in the United States, killing over 8,000 men, women, and children. We have a location on where the terrorist cell has been operating out of, thanks to Ms. Pax.” He turns toward Nina.

  “Nice job, Ekko,” Theo yells out. I cut my eyes at him, and he loses the smile he was wearing and clears his throat. “Sorry, Ms. Pax.”

  Nina picks up a rolled map and lays it out on the table. “My source tells me that they’re hidden in this mountain.” She points to an area opposite the poppy fields where we’ve been searching. “He has several smaller cells that guard the fields, but rumor is, he doesn’t go anywhere near them. He has a house built into the side of the mountain. Guards protect it twenty-four seven and the desert area around him is covered in mines.”

  “Who’s your source?” I ask.

  Nina’s brows draw together. “You know I can’t reveal a source.”

  “How do you know you can trust him. Maybe he’s a plant to get us up there.” I lean back in my chair and cross my arms over my chest. “We’ve already lost one entire team this year based on bad intel. They were led into a trap and ambushed. I don’t want the same for my men.”

  “And you think I do?” She taps her heel on the ground. It’s her telltale sign that she’s pissed off.

  “I’m not saying that. I only want to make sure that this isn’t the same source that had the other SEAL team killed.”

  As the commander and Nina chat quietly, Severs leans over close to my ear. “I don’t think you’ll be getting laid anytime soon.”

  I elbow him away from me. I love Nina, but I have to know her source is reliable so that I can keep my men safe. If that pisses her off, then so be it.

  “This meeting is over for now. You men need to go get your gear gathered up and whatever supplies you need to take with you. You’ll be leaving in the next two hours. You’ll board a Blackhawk and be taken to an area west of his house and go the rest of the way on foot.”

  Metal chairs scrape across the floor as my men stand. “Captain Rebel. I need you to hang back.” I nod and watch Nina gather her folders and head out the door, never making eye contact with me.

  Once the last man is out the door, the commander heads back over to the map. “This is by far one of the most dangerous missions you and your men will be on. I understand your reservations.”

  “I have no reservations about taking out the leader of this group. My doubt is our source, sir.”

  “We’re going to have to trust Ms. Pax’s ability to read people.” He taps his finger on the map. “This area that you and your men will have to cover by foot is extremely dangerous. None of our men have ever been in this spot. I’ll have a drone sent up to scout it out, but we’ll be lucky if it’s not shot down. Your mission is to try and bring in the leader alive.” He clicks a button on a remote, and a face appears on the screen behind him. “His name is Abba Bari.
”

  “Damn, he looks like a kid.”

  “His father has been training him since birth to be the leader of MM20.” He clicks to another picture. “His father was killed last year by one of our teams. This is why the attacks have picked up in the US. This twenty-year-old is ruthless. Don’t be fooled by his boyish looks. He’s far worse than his father ever was. After you’ve gotten your gear together, I want you to bring your men back here and brief them on the mission and to memorize the face of Abba Bari.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “If you can’t bring him in alive, you’ve my permission to kill him, not just him, the whole lot of them.”

  “I’ll have my men briefed within the hour, sir.”

  The sun is already beating down when I step back outside. I go back to my barracks and pack what I’ll need, then head to the weapons room to stock my duffel bag. I tug on a bulletproof vest and snatch my helmet from a hook. Before I head out to gather my men, I want to find Nina.