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  Lost in Bliss

  Nights in Bliss, Colorado Book 4

  Lexi Blake

  writing as

  Sophie Oak

  Lost in Bliss

  Nights in Bliss, Colorado Book 4

  Published by DLZ Entertainment LLC

  Copyright 2018 DLZ Entertainment LLC

  Edited by Chloe Vale

  ISBN: 978-1-937608-97-2

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Author’s Note

  An excerpt from Found in Bliss, Coming Soon

  An excerpt from Siren in Bloom, Coming Soon

  About Lexi Blake

  Other Books by Lexi Blake

  Dedication

  No book of mine gets written without an enormous amount of support. I want to thank my husband, my mom, the best PA a girl could have, Chloe Vale, Jen Kubenka (who often entertains my kiddos), the Righteous Perverts chat group for their unflagging support, and my writer friends—Shayla Black, Kris Cook, Chloe Lang, and Jen August. I love you all!

  Dedication 2018

  Over the course of years, things change and people come and go. It doesn’t make them not important. We learn something from everyone we meet. As I’ve heard before, some people come for a reason, some for a season, and some for a lifetime. Many things have changed in my life since I first wrote this book, but one remains the same. Always. Kim Guidroz. You are my rock and my guiding hand. You lift me up and never once in twenty years of friendship have you let me down. Except in pop culture trivia. You suck at that. But you are simply the best friend anyone could ever have. You’re a gift from the universe and I’m so glad to have been the recipient of that present.

  Prologue

  Washington, DC

  Five years before

  Laura Rosen came awake to the sounds of familiar voices arguing.

  “You’re the one who needed to talk, Rafe.” Cameron Briggs’s voice held a level of anger she hadn’t heard from him before. “We should have been there with her that morning.”

  “Do you think I don’t know that?” Rafe Kincaid’s question came out in a harsh grind.

  Why were they here? Where the hell was here? The world seemed groggy and hazy. She couldn’t quite feel her limbs. She tried to move them and…

  Pain filled her.

  It was wrong. She was supposed to wake up happy and warm, not every muscle aching. She was supposed to wake up to Rafe and Cam kissing her, not fighting.

  “How do we tell her what’s happened?” Cam asked. “Should we leave that to the doctors?”

  A long sigh filled the air. “I don’t know how to tell her, but it must come from us. We can’t leave something like this to a stranger. How do we tell her she’s never going to have children? God, we made love to her a few nights ago. How do we tell her?”

  Nights ago? How much time had passed? The words didn’t seem to penetrate her brain. Who were they talking about? Certainly not her. She remembered that they’d made love to her and then…

  “I’ll tell her,” Cam offered. “I’ll take care of her from now on. You should go.”

  “I’m not fucking going anywhere,” Rafe snarled back. “And if you suggest it one more time, we’re going to take this to a physical level.”

  “I’d love to see you try.”

  They were fighting. Over her. She’d known it wouldn’t work. She’d known it was crazy to think they could share her.

  She fought her way through a haze of pure agony. She forced her eyes open. This was everything she’d feared. They’d had one beautiful night together and now it was threatening to fall apart.

  Except it already had. It had fallen apart the minute they’d chosen their careers over her.

  No, I don’t agree with Special Agent Rosen’s profile. She’s very smart, but I think she’s wrong this time. Cam had spoken with his head up, eyes anywhere but on her.

  I think Special Agent Rosen has an interesting theory, but it’s too far out for any of us to pursue. We should stick with Edward’s. He’s got far more experience. Rafe had looked at her with sickening sympathy in his eyes.

  They’d proceeded to tear apart her profile, not giving even a hint that a line of it could be true. They hadn’t given her a heads up that they’d read her profile. They hadn’t discussed it with her. No. They’d simply…

  The truth flooded her system, the past few days playing out in her mind like a horror movie.

  Except it had been real. The monster she’d been hunting had come for her. She’d been standing outside her apartment after the worst day. She’d been fired and then…

  “Bella?” Rafe’s voice cut through the terrifying memories. “She’s awake.”

  Cam was suddenly at her side. “Baby? Baby, don’t move. You need to stay still. We’ll get a doctor. Rafe’s going right now.”

  Guilt. It was right there in his eyes. Terrible guilt.

  What had they been talking about? They’d been fighting and then they’d said something about what they couldn’t tell her.

  “What happened?” Her mouth was dry. The last thing she’d remembered was managing to get the ropes undone. The Marquis de Sade, the serial killer she’d profiled, had kept her for days in some warehouse. He’d tortured her. He’d taken…god how much had he taken from her?

  Cam got to his knees by her bed, his big hand covering hers. “How much do you remember?”

  She didn’t want to remember anything at all. “No one believed my profile and I got fired and then he took me. I was standing in front of my apartment door and everything went dark. Then I woke up and he was there.”

  It had been the utter opposite of the night before when she’d fallen asleep cuddled in between Rafe and Cam. That night had been everything she could have hoped for, dreamed of. They’d held her and loved her, and in the morning they’d been gone. The next time she’d seen them, her lovers were telling her boss that her profile was shit. Oh, they hadn’t used those words…

  She was in a hospital. Everything hurt. She was in a hospital because the Marquis de Sade had tortured her and stabbed her and left her pinned to a table like a butterfly he’d been studying.

  He’d stabbed her low, right above her pelvis.

  “It’s all going to be okay,” Cam promised her. “You don’t have to worry about
anything except getting better.”

  Of course she didn’t. She no longer had a job.

  Then the doctor was there, checking her vitals and saying a whole bunch of stuff that made no sense to her. She was surrounded by men and she didn’t want a one of them there. They were staring down at her with sympathy, like she was something to pity.

  And maybe she was.

  “Doctor, I would like to speak with you alone, please.”

  Rafe got down on one knee at her bedside. “There’s no need to hide anything from us.”

  Cam was on her other side. “We’re here to help you. You can’t imagine how scared we’ve been. Baby, you have to know that we’re going to be here for you.”

  At one point in time, those words would have been so sweet. Now they rang as hollow as the look in Cam’s eyes. She turned away from him. She couldn’t be around them now. There was too much pain in her body to handle the blows they would deal to her soul if she let them stay. She turned back to the doctor. “These men are not married to me and not related. I would like them removed from my room, and you don’t have permission to share my information with them.”

  She heard Cam’s gasp and then Rafe was standing over her. His eyes bore into her. “You can’t get rid of us, bella.”

  “Laura, please. Don’t do this. I’m sorry for what happened. Don’t kick me out,” Cam pleaded.

  “I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the doctor said gravely.

  “It won’t work, bella,” Rafe said even as he got to his feet. “We’ll be back with the team to take your statement in a few hours. And we will discuss everything. This isn’t over. Come on, Cameron. We’ll give her space.”

  Cam looked back as Rafe led him out of the room.

  “Don’t let them back in.” She couldn’t deal with them now. She’d made a terrible mistake thinking this could work between the three of them. Even being with one of them would have been a mistake. She knew that now.

  The doctor looked down at her. “Ms. Rosen, are you sure you want to keep those men out? They seemed extremely concerned about your well being.”

  Seemed being the operative word. “Could you please explain what happened? I assume I had surgery. I don’t remember much right now, but I know I was in bad shape.”

  “Let me get you some pain medication. You have to be hurting,” he said as though trying to stave off that moment when he had to tell her the whole truth.

  She shook her head. It was time to rip the bandage off. It was time to discover exactly what had been taken from her. “Tell me, doctor.”

  He sat down, his eyes grim, and began to speak.

  Four days later she stepped up into the cab of the truck, only wincing a bit. The massive eighteen-wheeler smelled of air freshener and stale French fries.

  How the mighty had fallen.

  “Be sure to buckle up, hon.” The woman in the driver’s seat had curly steel-colored hair. “I can take you as far as Oklahoma City.”

  “Thanks.” She pulled the seat belt over her body but only because she’d been asked to. She was completely numb. It was funny because she knew what was happening from an intellectual standpoint. Trauma. She had loads of it. Trauma of the body. Trauma of the mind. So much trauma she could no longer feel anything. She was making decisions based on pure instinct, and that instinct told her to run.

  All that mattered was getting the hell out of DC.

  If she stayed, he would find her again. The Marquis de Sade wouldn’t stop. She’d tried to warn them all and what she’d gotten for her trouble had been pain and loss.

  He didn’t get to take her life. He’d already taken her future.

  And he wasn’t the only one she was running from.

  If she stayed, they would find her again. Rafe and Cam had tried to talk to her, to explain what had truly happened the day they’d thrown her under the bus, but she wasn’t listening. She couldn’t allow herself to. She had to hold herself together and find a place to lick her wounds.

  Alone.

  “How far are you going, hon?” the driver asked as they pulled out onto the highway.

  “As far as I can,” she replied.

  As far away from those men who’d ruined her as she could get.

  Chapter One

  Cameron Briggs felt like he was storming the castle. His heart was beating, adrenaline coursing through his body as he charged through the double doors that separated the FBI offices from the lobby. It had been years since he’d walked through those doors. Hell, he probably didn’t have clearance to be in this part of the building anymore, but he wasn’t allowing anyone to keep him out today.

  Luckily, the guard on duty was a small, gray-haired woman who smiled brightly at him as he strode through the double doors.

  “Agent Briggs!” Helen Angelo exclaimed, getting to her feet. “It’s been a long time.”

  Cam shook his head. “I’m not an agent anymore, Helen. Is Rafe in?”

  If Rafael Kincaid wasn’t in his office, then Cam would hunt his ass down. The bastard hadn’t answered his phone, and Cam had left three messages. The printout in his hand nearly burned his skin.

  Five years. He’d looked for her for five years.

  Helen frowned, and Cam felt the weight of her disapproval. “Yes, I heard you had left the Bureau. I don’t think it was a good career move for you.”

  He hadn’t given dick about his career when he’d left the Bureau. There had been nothing for him here after what had happened to Laura. A vision of Laura Rosen leapt into his mind. Blonde, gorgeous, with a soft body and a softer heart. The vision didn’t have to leap all that far. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her, smiling and looking down at him, her blonde hair around her shoulders as she rode his cock.

  And every time he went to sleep he saw her another way—battered, beaten, and stabbed, being shoved into an ambulance.

  “Where’s Rafe?” Cam didn’t have time to argue. This was the best lead he’d had in five fucking years. He wanted to follow it now.

  He would already be on a plane if he hadn’t made that damn promise to Rafe.

  “Special Agent Kincaid is in a meeting. An important meeting with the director and the SAC and a task force. He and his partner are giving a briefing.”

  Yeah, yeah. They were all important. Everything was important to the goddamn FBI except the agents who didn’t perfectly follow procedure. They could go to hell.

  Or they could go to Bliss. What a fucking name. How on earth had his cosmopolitan Laura ended up in some podunk Colorado town?

  He gave Helen a wave. “Thanks. I’ll take it from here.”

  Cam took off. He heard Helen yelling behind him, but he wasn’t about to sit in the waiting room for the briefing to be over. He wasn’t Rafe’s lapdog, as many had claimed. Sure, he’d taken money from Rafe over the years, but only because they had a single goal in mind. A goal Cam had accomplished.

  He opened the door to the briefing room but was startled to find absolutely no one there. It was empty and silent, though Cam remembered a time when he’d stood in the room and listened for quiet words.

  You don’t believe me. How could you stand there and tell them all I’m wrong? How could you advise the chief to take me off the biggest case of my career?

  He shut the door quickly. There were only ghosts in that room. There were ghosts everywhere in this building.

  He shook off the feeling. He still needed to find Rafe. If the meeting wasn’t being held in the briefing room, then they were using the auditorium.

  Maybe Helen was right. Maybe this meeting was important.

  He slipped into the auditorium, where large-scale briefings were held. The lights were dimmed, and the only illumination came from the projector. No fun movies for the FBI. Only horror shows, and this was no different. He was assaulted by the picture projected on the wall, a woman, young, but no longer vital. Her glassy eyes stared out of the picture, utterly unseeing. Her flesh was a pale white, the only bit of color a shiny mauve-color
ed lipstick painted on her lips.

  She was naked, her hands tied over her head. The victim’s wrists had been bound so tightly that her hands were blue. She would have lost feeling in them long before she died. Her pale flesh was a map of cuts, some shallow, some terrifyingly deep. He knew this killer. This killer liked to start with small stabbing wounds to the lower abdomen, painful, but not fatal. Long strips of flesh had been lashed from the victim’s breasts and thighs. This woman’s death hadn’t been quick. It had been a long, slow opera of torture ending in her throat being slit like a lamb led to slaughter. He’d seen it before. Cam let his eyes drift down as his stomach did a flip.

  The Marquis de Sade.

  Yeah, this was an important meeting.

  “The victim was discovered outside the warehouse district on Tuesday morning. Her name is Christine Parker. She was a prostitute working the area.”

  He shrank back, all thoughts of breaking up this meeting gone in a tidal wave of fear and self-loathing. De Sade had been gone for five years. He’d been utterly silent, like a shark who feasted in the shallows of the beach before sinking back into the deep. The shark was surfacing again. Cam had always known he would. De Sade loved his work too much to stop. Rafe had been watching for him, too. They’d theorized that he was in prison, or he’d moved to another city after his close call with the law. Five years had sped by with not a hint of the serial killer.

  How was this happening again? How the hell was this happening just when he’d found Laura, the only victim of the infamous serial killer to have ever gotten away?

  A tall, broad figure stood by the projector, his solid body almost ghostly in the shadowy light. Cam’s former partner had been a bit like a ghost these last few years. He’d seen Rafe rarely and only to update him on the progress he’d made in finding Laura. Rafe had become a bank account Cam tapped into when he needed money to follow a lead. There was a man standing beside Rafe. Cam couldn’t see his face, but he knew the name. Brad Conrad. Ex-college football star and all-around asshole. It was kind of hard to believe, but in another year’s time, Brad would be Rafe’s partner for longer than Cam had been.