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  Table of Contents

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgments

  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

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Connect With Us Online

  About The Authors – Addison Jane and KE Osborn

  ADDISON JANE

  K E Osborn

  Revive

  The Vindicated Series Book Three

  ADDISON JANE and K E OSBORN

  Copyright 2018 ADDISON JANE and K E OSBORN

  All Rights Reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the authors’ imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.

  All rights are reserved. This book is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the express written permission of the author. All songs, song titles and lyrics contained in this book are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders.

  ISBN: 978-0648112334

  Book design by Swish Design & Editing

  Editing by Swish Design & Editing

  Proofing by Fiona Dreaming

  Cover design by Kellie at Book Cover by Design

  Cover Model by Ryan Lee Harmon

  Photography by Eric David Battershell

  Cover Image Copyright 2018

  All rights reserved

  Cocky, sarcastic, broken—I grew up in hell and was tossed to the curb by the woman who was meant to love me unconditionally. Humor is my go-to, the thing I use to protect the already shattered pieces inside me.

  I fought damn hard to get to where I am today.

  I have everything I’ve ever wanted.

  Except maybe her.

  When she strolls into The Agency with a confident smirk on her face, she doesn’t even give me a second look. She’s sexy, sassy, and refuses to fall for a single one of my lines which only makes me want her more. What starts as a challenge quickly changes when I realize she isn’t like other girls.

  She’s got fire in her eyes—a fire that I see in the mirror every single day. It’s born out of loss and a refusal to settle for just being broken.

  She sees me, she hears me—she understands me.

  But when a mission doesn’t go as planned and things begin to crumble around us, my first instinct is to protect her, to push her away and make sure that she isn’t dragged into the chaos that swirls around me.

  But what if I’m wrong?

  What if instead of protecting her, I’ve left her defenseless.

  Making her a target.

  To Kellie, our cover designer extraordinaire!

  We couldn’t have had the kickass covers we have for this series without you.

  Thank you for making The Vindicated Series look as epic on the front cover as we imagined it could be.

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgments

  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

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Connect With Us Online

  About The Authors – Addison Jane and KE Osborn

  Firstly we would like to thank Kaylene Osborn for not only being our editor, but for being the person who introduced us to each other. Without Kaylene, this collaboration would never have been possible, and to have a world without the SO7 is just something we can’t even think about. Being introduced to each other was like finding a lost friend. We connected instantly, and it was all thanks to Kay. So thanks, and for your work on Revive. We both appreciate it to no end.

  To Kaci – Thank you for being an amazing BETA, PA, and friend to both of us. This process would never have been the same without you by our side, cheering us on and nagging us constantly.

  To our amazing set of BETA’s – Thank you for all your hard work and effort in making the third book of The Vindicated Series the best it can be. We love you guys, hard.

  To Kellie – Thank you so much for redesigning our covers for us. You did such an outstanding job, this series never looked so good, and we know the rest of the series will be just as stunning. We’re so excited to see what the rest of the SO7’s books will turn out like.

  To Eric Battershell – Wow what can we say? You have done nothing but support the both of us from the beginning of our journey together. Your efforts in making this series, and our stand-alone careers magical, makes you not only uber professional but an outstanding friend. We have no words to communicate our appreciation for you and how you have helped us. Thank you.

  To Ryan Harmon – Thank you for being our Luca. You captured him perfectly and we couldn’t imagine anyone other than you to be our broken, beautiful secret agent man.

  To Fiona – Thank you for your hard work in always proofing our work. You do a great job and we love having you on our team.

  The tension in my hand ignites an insatiable fire in my belly as my wrists flick back with the ricochet.

  Bang.

  The gun letting off a loud explosive sound as the ammunition escapes the chamber aimed perfectly. I don’t miss the giant splatter of red that ignites, splashing the wall as it strikes the assailant right in the head. My back smashes against the opposite wall as I duck behind it for shelter. The old worn bricks to the side of me shattering with the force of the hits from the ammunition being fired back at me.

  My heart is pumping hard, fast. The adrenaline flowing through my veins is what I live for. Moments like this where I’m with my team—the SO7, and we’re winning this fight. We’ve successfully taken down most of the assailants in this crumbling, disintegrating antiquated old warehouse. But we have another few to go before we can make it out of here in one piece.

  Kace, our fearless leader, looks to me, his second in charge giving the signal to move forward. So I dart ahead, running across the dark hall. My night vision is excellent at the best of times, so seeing in the dimly lit warehouse is fine. While signaling to Eli and Axel to follow, I run across. They do, and as we race across the hall we take on more fire. Ammunition flying at us from all angles. The bricks bursti
ng and cracking, dust flying off, making it a little harder to see as I duck down crouching and walk in a squat position as I assess where the fire is coming from.

  There’s an attacker at three o’clock, so I take a risk, feeling the need to protect my team. The heat coming thick and heavy. I stand up aiming my weapon and taking the shot over a barrel for protection. It goes quiet, and Kace looks at me furrowing his brows as he shakes his head but gives the signal to move forward.

  Tanner and Blair race past us, their weapons at the ready as we round another corner into a new hall. This one looks like a war zone. There are barrels turned over all over the floor making for quite the obstacle course. Not to mention the metal racks leaning from one side of the wall to the other, or the ditch halfway across the floor like a giant chasm waiting to swallow us whole if we’re not careful.

  What the fuck is this place?

  Kace puts his fist up drawing us to a halt and looks back to the way we came, apparently trying to make a decision about whether we proceed down this path or not.

  My vote is hell to the fucking yes. Since when did we let a little fucking chasm stop us? So I ignore him.

  Watch as an aggressor steps out from behind the rack, aiming his gun at us, I race forward into the hall. Dropping behind a barrel, I point my gun and take him out before he can shoot. I aim and fire, hitting him right in his torso. Red pools from his chest, dripping down in rivulets as he drops to his knees gripping the rack making it grind and squeal loudly.

  Shit!

  Now they’re all going to know we’re here.

  Good move, Luca!

  “Fuck! Move. Move. Move,” Kace calls out as the rest of the team all run forward making our way through the obstacles. I leap over a barrel, keeping my aim up and watching for any attackers. While Noah keeps a look out on our six. My breath is short and sharp, this is hard work, and we’ve been at it for a while. Taking these guys out is difficult, and in this environment, with so many hurdles, I had no idea what we were in for. But fuck if I’m not going to make this count—make every shot count.

  We make it to the chasm, and there’s only a small walkway to the other side. If any more of these bastards come out while we’re crossing, it could be fucking lights out for us all. So we’re gonna have to guard each other.

  There’s a row of barrels just in front of it, so Kace halts us, and we all gather ducking behind the barrels.

  “We go one at a time, all keeping a lookout for the enemy. Eyes up. On guard. Go…” he demands looking at me, and I nod without hesitation. I stand up looking around for any issues, there aren’t any, so I race for the one-foot-wide walkway and turn sideways making my way across.

  A loud bang resounds, and a piece of brick shatters right by my head. I glance up to see an assailant hiding behind a broken window on the other side. Without hesitation, a round of ammunition fires off from my team who are behind the barrels. He falls to the floor, his gun slipping from his hand, and scattering on the cement outside the window, while I take a breath and rush to the other side of the chasm. I risk a glance down into the gaping hole to see only blackness. It must be a long drop.

  Tanner rushes after me, and I reach out grabbing for her hand once she reaches the other side. She glares at me, and I smirk taking my hand away. She’s so fiercely independent and capable that she doesn’t need mine or anyone else’s help. I stand back as she pushes past me with a sly smile. Blair is next as I stand guard, watching the road ahead. Which, unlike where we came from, is remarkably clear—no barrels, no racks, no chasms. It’s odd.

  The rest of the team make their way across, and as Kace finally makes it over, we all spread out to the side walls and slowly edge down them. Guns drawn as we silently approach the next turn.

  Suddenly, as we round the corner, it opens out into a bigger room. We all rush for cover behind pillars, seeing as we can easily be spotted in here. We look up to see a double story viewing area like, if this were a factory, we would be in the workers’ area, and the top level would be the viewing mezzanine area for the managers checking down on their employees.

  I dart in behind a pillar and know that there’s a bunch more of these attackers off to my left. The resounding sound of loading guns sends a chill down my spine as I glance to Kace, and he puts his hand up motioning ‘two’ and points to my left. I nod. Taking a steadying breath, I dart out from behind the pillar running toward the next one while taking shots at the two assailants. Their return fire comes quickly, but their aim is shit as I take the first one out shooting him straight in the chest, red pissing down his torso as he slams into the floor. The second, I aim straight for his head. He’s wearing a helmet, but the unmistakable redness oozes from him as he faceplants the floor.

  Making it to another pillar, the bricks in it demolish and fly past me in a circle of dust as a tirade of ammunition hurtles into the pillar behind me. I duck the spray which misses my head by a few inches, and I chuckle putting my hands up and swinging my hips from side to side in a little celebratory dance that I was quick enough to miss the ammunition unload. I am, after all, top shit!

  Suddenly, Kace is by my side grunting and growling as he yanks me along by my collar out from behind the pillar to the nearest wall. It shatters above our heads, sending a wave of brick dust and mortar showering down around us. I cough and splutter, feeling my lungs fill with dust as we move out of the way, hoisting our guns up and sending out another spray of ammunition through the air, taking them out, with ease and precision.

  Kace signals for me to check around the next corner. We’re killing this. There can’t be many left. We will have knocked this out in no time, and taken this warehouse area over. We will have won the battle, and that will prove to Everly how fucking good I am at my job. She won’t know what hit her.

  I step around the corner, my thoughts distracting me, and as I do, I’m met by a man in a ski mask. His gun aimed right at me at point-blank range.

  Fuck!

  I don’t have time to react before he pulls the trigger, letting fly a mass of rounds straight into my stomach. The force of the blast knocks me straight on my back on the ground, all oxygen removed from my lungs as I pant for any semblance of air. My stomach hurts so badly, and as I look down to the massive sea of red, all the sounds around me stop, while the rest of my team bolt to my side.

  My body is overwhelmed with pain as I continue to gasp for air, clutching at my stomach while Kace bends down to rest his hand on my shoulder.

  The masked man stands over me, tall and mighty while shaking his head. He brings his hand to his face, pulling the mask back to reveal Jack, the Director of The Agency, and Kace’s father.

  He continues to shake his head, his graying blond hair disheveled and out of place in an unusual look for Jack. He continues to aim the gun right at me, while I lay here writhing in pain. Gasping, I try to catch my breath, taking in all the red I’m seeing.

  I screwed up.

  Jack looks at me with a stern face and places his gun alongside his fake leg with a grunt.

  “Again,” Jack demands.

  Tanner groans, booting me in the side with her steel-capped boot. I wince from the pain of her kick.

  “You fucking idiot, we nearly had this,” Tanner complains as she storms off.

  Glancing up to the right, I look in the viewing area and see a bunch of Agency Task Force members, and of course, Everly, watching our exercise round. She’s standing with her arms crossed and a giant smirk on her face as she looks down at me covered in the red paintball swatches.

  Great, just great.

  Good time to lose focus, fuckwit!

  As I watched the SO7 carrying out their training exercise, with my focus supposed to be on learning—taking in their actions, learning their movements and abilities, finding out how they work as a team—I found myself focusing on one man in particular—Luca.

  He’s so talented. The way he moves, the precision in his aim. The flawless ease he shifts with his team like he knows their moves b
efore they do. But, there’s this side of him that makes him a liability. He’s too cocky, he’s a little too eager. He was so unfocused on this particular exercise, mucking about and dancing when he should be concentrating and on guard. That’s what got him ‘killed’ in this situation. In the line of fire, in the real world, he’d be dead right now. Not covered in red paint with a bruised body and even bigger bruised ego.

  Don’t get me wrong, he’s drop-dead gorgeous, with his blond hair and the way it sweeps back. His chiseled jaw, and that body that would put a god to shame. But I refuse to let that get in the way of me being a part of The Agency and my father’s legacy. My father worked so hard for this place, and he trained me, taught me all he could before he died. The least I can do now is honor his memory by carrying on in his footsteps. I won’t let a man like Luca distract me from my goals.

  Luca gingerly stumbles up after Jack shot him. He looks deflated. I guess he would be, he was shot and ruined the entire ‘mission’ for his team. That’s a low blow for someone like Luca. He attempts to walk off when one of the other men in the viewing room with me starts to chuckle, elbowing his friend in the side.

  “I thought these guys are supposed to be the supreme team The Agency has to offer. So far, to me, they’re below average.”

  Snorting, I turn to him raising a brow and look him up and down as he glances at me, his lip turning up in a smile.

  “I think you seem a little...” I glance at his cock, “… below average.”

  He grins tilting his head and smiling wide. “Oh, c’mon now, Everly. Why don’t I take you out on Friday, and I can show you how above average I can be?”

  Scoffing out loud, I shake my head with a hard no. “What are you? Like twelve? Seriously, I swear you should still be wearing diapers. Your baby face is way more teenager than boyish good looking. Sorry Clark, no can do. I’ll be washing my hair on Friday and any other time you ask.”