Undercover Lovers [Urban Affairs 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Gale Stanley

How did that make Wolfe a double agent?
    Unless they heard something incriminating between the two wolves…No. Jax might have been swayed by a pretty face, but Mike knew in his heart he was no terrorist. Organizing anything that might kill others, even human others, was not in Jaxon’s character. Who would know better than me, his human boyfriend? But of course he couldn’t tell any of this to Richard Graham. First off, his superior would want to know why Mike hadn’t disclosed his relationship sooner. Before he knew what hit him, Graham would accuse him of being a double agent, and he’d be on trial for treason.
    “Your orders come straight from the executive office. Slade Wolfe is to be terminated. You’ll leave evidence linking Jaxon Castle to his death. When it’s done, you’ll call me and I’ll send in a SWAT team to pick up Castle. His motive will be revenge. Castle discovered Wolfe was a double agent and couldn’t be trusted. He became enraged. A fight ensued, and he killed Wolfe. End of story. We get two birds with one stone.”
    How did this operation spiral so out of control and turn into a cluster fuck of major proportions? And how was he going to handle it? Damn, he had no choice now. He had to go to Jaxon. Between the two of them they might be able to fix this and come out smelling like roses. If the Feds were calling Wolfe a double agent, killing him could work to their advantage. Mike had a reporter friend who could be convinced to help. The man could put him and Jaxon on the front page. Mike Donovan and Jaxon Castle take down Slade Wolfe, a dangerous double agent, a man working against the humans as well as the Weres. It could work…
    No. It couldn’t. Jax would never go for it. Slade is one of his kind. And in all probability, Slade has done nothing wrong—except fuck Jax and I can’t arrest him for that.
    “You were initially chosen for this assignment because we saw a friendship develop between you and Castle. I appreciate the lengths you’ve gone to in order to get closer to the man. It couldn’t have been easy for you. Unfortunately, it wasn’t close enough. If you had been able to get into Dogtown, we wouldn’t have needed Wolfe’s involvement. But that’s water under the bridge…After the successful completion of your mission, you’ll be promoted to team leader with a significant pay raise and the usual benefits. Understood?”
    “Yes, sir.” Oh, he understood all right, but the scenario wouldn’t play out the way Graham and his cronies expected it to.
     
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    Slade paced his apartment. It wasn’t all that big, and his pent-up anger had him ready to punch the walls down. He needed to confront Mike—like now—but when he tried to call, he got voice mail. Was he still fucking with Jaxon?
    This is bad. Very bad. He still hadn’t called Graham back. The FBI waits for no man—or wolf. At this very minute Graham could be making plans to take Slade off the case in the quickest and easiest way possible. He had no delusions that he was indispensable to the Feds. There were any number of wolves, both good guys and bad, who would jump at the chance for money and immunity.
    The sudden buzzing of the cell phone Mike had given him made Slade jump and he grabbed it eagerly. “Wolfe here.”
    For a moment there was complete silence on the other end of the line, then Mike said, “We need to talk right now.”
    Damn right we do. “Where?”
    Mike mumbled something about the Andrew Green memorial bench in Central Park and broke the connection without waiting for a reply.
    Slade stared at the receiver for a moment in disbelief then slammed it down. What’s with all the cloak and dagger stuff? He thought Mike gave him an untraceable cell. And who the hell is this Green fellow? Slade picked up his New York Guide Book from the stack of papers on the coffee table. Andrew Hassell Green was a city planner who was responsible for the consolidation of the five New York City boroughs. A