My favorite scene of Breaking Point

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Gabrielle recognized his hands first. It was in the way he always touched her, with his fingertips, like a whisper. Like a promise. She longed for his touch. It must have stemmed from when she woke from her awful bout of amnesia, enveloped with all of him. His body, his smell, his voice. Her protective shield, her light in the dark.

And as she knew he would, Sully’s hand slid over her skin while they were cloaked by darkness. Gabrielle reveled in it, where she could only be alone with him, with Sully, without the world interfering. It was always the outside messing up what was between them.

Her skin yearning for his, she arched into his touch. She tried to reach for him, but she couldn’t, it was as if her hands were bound. And then, he laughed in her ear, a marvelous devilish sound that sent goosebumps all over her exposed skin. But she wasn’t cold, not with his body so close, surrounding her with heat. How could he tie her up without her noticing? Did she really care? Laughter bubbled inside her, soon replaced with lust and desire when his lips skimmed her neck. His name, the only word she could utter as her blood heated, and still, he traced his slow path, from her neck to her collarbone, his dark stubble cheek rubbing enticingly at the side of her breast. As she was distracted, his fingertips followed the path to her arms, and underarms, tickling her, mixing the sensation with pleasure in a way that made her breathless. And as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, biting and sucking, his fingertips dipped lower to her side, making her squirm. He was playing with her and, by his smile she could fell against her skin, he was enjoying this little torture of his.

As she was about to tell him off, one of his ticklish fingers cupped her sex and squeezed gently. Once more distracted, she ignored the pattern one of his hands was drawing on her vulnerable ribs and focused on his fingers over her sensitive folds. Gabrielle pushed her hips up, against his hand in a silent plea, but he retreated, and she groaned. Once more he squeezed, but this time, more like a slight pinch. Surprisingly, it felt good, particularly when she undulated against his grasp. His mouth switched places, biting her other nipple while he parted her slick folds with his clever fingers.

Lust for the man she loved spiking like a fevered pitch, she called his name again, pleading, begging for him to take her, to end this torment.

His mouth came back to her ear and breathed heavily, tugging at her earlobe before answering.

“You’re the only one torturing me my love. Don’t you see it?” At the words tinged with sadness and resignation, panic made her tense like a bow, about to leap out of bed.

Heart pounding and her husband’s name strangled on her lips, Gabrielle realized she had woken up. Disoriented, she was sitting in an armchair, a plaid blanket on her legs. Thankfully, no one had stirred at her dream as the house stayed silent. And as she came back to the present, the strange dream hurt like no other.

The rain had stopped during the night and over the horizon, a very faint, fiery line announced morning. Gabrielle had never felt so cold in her life, her body riddled with pain, but she ignored everything. Her brain was only allowed to think about the mission, her emotions tucked deep away.

After their little chat, Sullivan had retreated. As had the others. It was impossible for her friends to know, but they sensed it, the chasm, the endless hole that she had become. And when she dared to let her eyes slide to Sully, her will faltering, the memory of their fight in the mud, and how in a split second, she could have killed him strengthened her resolve. Fear gripped her heart like a vice, and shame too. She adored him, and always would, but she had been incapable of juggling so many things at once, and keep a focused mind, not with the only man she had ever loved. The strain, the resentment had led them both here, and threatened the mission. And their lives.

Turning her head, she looked at the children, asleep in a disarray of blankets and pillows. Failure was not an option. Not them. Not innocents who counted on their experience, courage, and skills to get them back to safety.

As soon as the rain had died down, Lance and Wes had gone to find a transport alternative and should be back soon. Piotr had stood watch by the window all night long, and Greta was making much-needed coffee.

Gabrielle had the chance to talk to them earlier, and after an arduous discussion, had convinced them to leave their house for a while. It wouldn’t be difficult for whoever followed their tracks, to discover this house, and kill them. Especially since it was clear that the old couple had helped them out.

Owen was dozing against the wall with Dee’s head on his lap, deeply asleep. Mac was wrapped up nearby, her red hair forming a halo around her peaceful face. The guardian, whatever her name, was half-propped on the ragged sofa, all her children gathered around in a tight cocoon.

Sully was by the window, looking out.

Silently, she came by Greta’s side and asked her if she had packed. The woman smiled and nodded, ready to leave whenever necessary. Gabrielle told her to do it as soon as possible. She would make sure that everything was locked up before they left. Greta shook her head. It was a peaceful town, and nobody would ever think to steal from them.

It took more coaxing, but half an hour later, both Greta and Piotr got in their old truck and left. Gabrielle breathed a bit easier with them out of the way.

A few minutes after the couple had turned the corner, a small bus appeared. Grabbing her gun, Gabrielle waited to confirm if the vehicle was coming their way or not. Her movement alerted the others, and making sure not to disturb the children, they stood close.

Mac sighed, her hawk eyes recognizing the driver and passenger. “It’s Wes and Lance. They found a vehicle.”

As a vehicle, Gabrielle couldn’t deny it had wheels and an engine, but it was a pile of rust.

Dee yawned and stretched a little. “Well, I wonder if there’s Wi-Fi in that thing.”

Owen snorted. “I doubt there’s any kind of new technology inside, which will make it easier to repair if need be.”

Gabrielle snorted. “I hope it won’t be the case. From my latest assessment, we have several hours of travel to reach the extraction point. And that’s if it’s still good. I couldn’t phone our contact or Bea, so there’s a possibility that we may have to ride it out a while longer.”

Sullivan’s voice was cold as ice behind her. A tone she had never heard from him before. “But at least we’ll have food and water for the children.”

“And heating if it works.” Mac sounded dubious about the last part. “I’ll go wake the guardian and the children.”

Dee nodded. “I’ll put go put something to eat on the table. So, we can leave as fast as possible.”

Gabrielle didn’t say a word and exited the house with Sully and Owen on her heels. She trusted Dee and Mac to take care of everything inside.

The weather had cooled down, and the temperature had peaked. The big faded yellow bus braked with a screech in the driveway and Lance hopped out before it had stopped.

“Hey! Look at what we’ve found. A miracle in a barn south of here.”

Sully examined it in disbelief. “Miracle it’s still working, you mean.”

Wes got out of it. “On that you are right, but it’s the only thing we’ve found that can will hold everyone, beggars can’t be choosers.”

Gabrielle exhaled, resigned. “Okay, let’s get the kids in and leave. Now. Even if the road from the city is flooded, I don’t want to test how long we can avoid the people chasing us.”

It took no less than ten minutes to bring as many supplies as possible inside the bus, preparing it for the children, and another ten minutes to install the children as comfortably and safely as possible. Mac and Dee made sure they were placed on the floor, out of sight. Wes and Owen checked the engine with Sully, and Lance had returned to the truck to make sure that nothing revealing was left behind. Gabrielle made sure everything was in order inside the house and locked the door. If all went as she hoped, the bad guys wouldn’t waste time trashing Greta and Piotr’s house.

The bus engine roared, confirming they were about to leave when she heard shouting. Hand on her gun, Owen and Mac came running out of the bus just as Lance sprinted around the house.

“Possible intruder’s incoming. Not by the main road, but through the woods. No vehicle in sight, heavily armed, ten of them.”

Gabrielle’s stomach dropped. Lance may not have seen vehicles, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t any close by.

She ran to the bus and grabbed one of the backpacks with ammo and a gun and then she turned to the team.

“Go now. I’m staying. I’ll make them believe we’re all still inside the house. They don’t know yet about the bus. It will give you an edge.”

Wes seemed to hesitate and turned to Mac. Dee took a step in her direction. “It’s suicide Gabrielle.”

Of course it was, but she wasn’t about to tell them that. “No, not quite. It’s only a recon team and I’m a good shot. Now go!”

Owen hesitated. “What if we split up again? Half here, and half…”

“No! You’ll need all the hands and firepower you can get to reach safety. No discussion, it’s an order!”

Another heartbeat, another hesitation, and bless them, Mac and Dee nodded. She knew that if her friends agreed, the men would follow.

Gabrielle dashed back to the house, unlocked it, and put all the bags on the kitchen table, making a quick inventory of the weapons and ammunition as she heard the bus driving away.

Something hurt deep inside her, tore at her, but knowing that everybody would be safe eased the pain somehow.

As she was putting back the grenades, her gun flew to the door as it opened. Sullivan and Lance walked inside.

“Damn! What are you doing here?” Fury boiled inside her as they came fully loaded.

Lance’s face was far from his usual easy-going self. “What do you think?”

“I needed you with them! Not here with me, I’ll be fine.”

Sully snorted. “Yeah, humor me. We would have to be complete morons if you were able to convince any of us that this wasn’t a suicide mission.”

Gritting her teeth, she went to the living room to take position near the window. “So, we’re at insulting each other now?”

Sully took the second window, not looking at her. “You’re about to serve me with the big D, so I’m allowed to say what I like.”

“Divorce?” Lance scanned outside but didn’t miss a beat. “I’d better be misunderstanding your D for diarrhea, Gabrielle.”

“Fuck you, Lance. You can’t even take orders.”

Sully looked at Lance before boring his green eyes into her. “Didn’t tell you, but we quit. No more Purgatory for us.”

“Let me tell you something guys, you’re in the middle of a Purgatory mission.”

“Correction, we’re saving the ass of a woman who is definitely insane now.”

“Good for you Sully, you’ll be able to plead that in the divorce papers.”

Lance shifted, his attention back outside. “I see movement.”

And as they all looked through their respective windows, the front door opened.

“Sully? Are you in there?”

Gabrielle’s heart stopped when the frightened voice of the little boy convinced her that the day was about to get a lot worse.

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