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SEAL’s Target
ALPHA SEALS HAWAII
Makenna Jameison
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2024 by Makenna Jameison
All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.
Table of Contents
About this Book
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
Epilogue
Books by Makenna Jameison
About the Author
About this Book
Surviving her plane’s hijacking was only the beginning...
Navy SEAL Wyatt “Wildcard” Miller hasn’t forgotten the beautiful blonde he rescued in Manila. Singled out by terrorists, she endured the unthinkable. The last place Wyatt expects to see her is on the shores of Oahu. The instant spark they both felt is still there, but he senses she’s hiding something.
Travel blogger Callie Spencer saw more than she should have when terrorists took control of her flight. Traumatized, she flees to Hawaii, hoping the tropical island will soothe her frayed nerves, but her world jolts back to life when she runs into Wyatt.
Callie starts to remember bits and pieces of her ordeal—a face, a new terror plot. The man haunting Callie’s nightmares knows who she is—and he’ll track her down at all costs. Can Wyatt keep her safe a second time and also make her his?
SEAL’s Target, a standalone novel, is book one in the sizzling Alpha SEALs Hawaii series.
Chapter 1
Six months ago
Callie moved through the airport efficiently, pulling her chic, rolling suitcase, her oversized tote bag neatly attached to the handle. Dressed in black yoga pants, a white cotton tee shirt, and fashionable sneakers, she passed by some slower tourists lugging overflowing bags. She brushed back a strand of blonde hair and adjusted the small fanny pack slung across her chest. The look was trendy these days but also quite practical for the airport. Her passport and money were close to her person, easily accessible, and safe from pick-pockets. She made a beeline toward the coffee counter twenty yards away. After the overnight flight from LAX to Manila, she was exhausted. Between the screaming babies, turbulence, and irritated passengers, she’d gotten little sleep. There were only a few small tables at the coffee shop, most people grabbing their food and hurrying off to their respective gates. Callie had a layover before the last leg of her flight, but she needed caffeine and sugar, stat.
Ten minutes later, she was breezily on her way once again. She smiled as she took a sip of her latte. Perfection. And the chocolate croissant in the little pastry bag was calling her name.
She walked briskly through the airport and then unceremoniously sank down into a chair at the gate, pulling her carryon suitcase close. She crossed her legs beneath her, and then Callie’s gaze landed on a trendy Asian woman around her age seated across from her.
“You traveling for business or pleasure?” Callie asked.
“Both actually. I’ve got business meetings in Seoul but hope to catch up with a childhood friend of mine.”
“Nice. I’m Callie, by the way.”
“Olivia. So how about you? Work trip?”
Callie pulled her long, blonde waves back into a messy bun. “Yep. I’m a travel writer, so I just head wherever I want. Honestly, I do a lot more videos than strictly writing or blogging these days—livestreams and reels on Instagram and TikTok. It’s crazy but fun.”
“That’s cool. I’ll have to look you up. One of my friends is a fashion blogger.”
“Oh yeah? I’m not sure I could handle that, but trying new foods, seeing new places, and traveling the world is the best job I could ask for,” Callie admitted.
“It sounds pretty sweet,” Olivia said, taking a sip of her coffee. “I’m in marketing. So where are you from?” Olivia asked.
“California.”
“Huh. Same here. Were you just on the flight from LAX? I live in San Diego but flew out of LA.”
“Small world,” Callie said with a chuckle. “I’m right outside San Diego and was on that same flight. That turbulence was brutal, right?”
“Tell me about it. I ordered the biggest coffee they had and will probably need more. Combine that with the screaming babies, and I’ll probably crash as soon as I check into my hotel in Seoul.”
“Well, I know you’re there for business, but let me know if you want someone to sightsee with. I’m used to traveling alone, but sometimes it’s nice to have a friend when you’re in a new city.”
“I hear ya. Let’s exchange contact info. Oh, and tell me your name on social. I want to follow you.”
Callie followed Olivia’s gaze as two Middle Eastern men walked up to the counter and spoke with a woman at the gate. One of the men was arguing about something in a low voice. The second folded his arms, not speaking as he stood there with a frown. “Not those guys again,” Olivia muttered. “Damn. They’ve been arguing since we were in LA.”
“They’re probably whining about how tiny their dicks are,” Callie said with a smirk.
Olivia nearly choked on her coffee. She shifted, clearly trying to listen in. “It sounds like they want an upgrade but paid for business class. What makes them think they should move to first class for free? Assholes.”
“Entitled pricks,” Callie agreed, swinging her long legs down. “I hope they’re not bitching and moaning the entire flight.”
“So where else have you traveled recently?” Olivia asked. “I’m basically always in San Diego.”
Callie launched into some stories as Olivia settled back into her seat. They’d be boarding in an hour or so, and then she’d be on her way once again. Callie was looking forward to exploring Seoul. Her travels had gotten more exotic over the years, and she was always on the go. Maybe after this trip she’d enjoy relaxing somewhere tropical for a bit—an actual vacation rather than a work gig. She got bored if she stayed in one place for too long, but she wouldn’t mind a week or two in a tropical paradise just soaking up the sun. Bali would be nice. Tahiti maybe. She had enough frequent flyer miles to go anywhere. She had hotel perks, too, but sometimes Callie liked a little Airbnb just to have some quiet time and make some homecooked meals. She’d only be cooking for herself though. Living out of a suitcase was fun but could be lonely at times.
Olivia was texting someone on her phone, and Callie pulled out hers as well to check her social media channels. She took a bite of her chocolate croissant as she scrolled through her feed. Setting the pastry down for a moment, she stood up and took a picture of her sneakered feet beside her sleek suitcase, posting the photo beside the caption: Where am I off to now?
Her followers loved guessing where she’d show up next. By this afternoon, they’d have their answer. She’d post photos of her hotel room and the city skyline, then spend the next week exploring and documenting her adventure in Seoul.
Callie scrolled through some of her emails while she waited at the gate. She had a few sponsorship opportunities—brands wanting her to use their clothing or gear and share them online. Callie had a huge social media following and plenty of companies who wanted to work with her. Like everything that made money, it was actual work. She had to document her travels, plan the next trip, and sign contracts with the companies she teamed up with. Callie loved visiting new places, taking photos, and making videos to showcase her activities. Every day was an adventure, although sometimes, she did wonder if she was missing out on something more.
“Are you married?” Callie asked Olivia.
Dark eyes met hers. “Me? No. No boyfriend either, although I’ve been dancing around dating this one guy forever. We’re friends and hang out together all the time with our larger group. He’s interested and totally hot but also a complete flirt. I can’t take him seriously.”
Callie nodded. “Yeah, I get that. I’m not sure I’m ready to get married.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Nope. It’s hard, because anyone with a normal nine-to-five job can’t handle my lifestyle. I’m always on the go, traveling to new places. Sometimes guys with a regular job resent that freedom. I’m not sure what I’d even do in one place.”
“You’re young,” Olivia said with a shrug. “You’ve got plenty of time. Men are encouraged to sow their wild oats, so to speak, so why should women have to settle down young?”
“Societal pressure,” Callie said without missing a beat.
Olivia burst into laughter. “You got me there, but I for one refuse to cave to that. I’ve got my career and my friends. I’m happy. If I get married someday, I get married. It’s not defining my entire worth as a person.”
Callie nodded, lost in thought. It wasn’t like her to feel so philosophical. She loved her career and nomadic lifestyle and couldn’t imagine anything different. A husband or kids would just tie her down.
Two hours later, Callie was leaning back in
“Sir, please return to your seat,” the flight attendant said firmly, pointing to the row at the man’s side. “You cannot change seats mid-flight.”
“No. I need to go to the front of the plane. Let me by and do your job. Go hand out drinks or something.” The second man he’d been traveling with began speaking rapidly in a foreign language as he stood up as well.
“Sit down,” the flight attendant repeated in a stern voice. “Both of you need to take your seats.”
“I insist on going to first class,” the first man said, growing more and more agitated. “Let me through right now!”
Suddenly, gasps filled the cabin as one of the men pulled out a knife. Shock coursed through Callie as people began to panic. “Let me by! There is a bomb on this plane! Move over and let me through!” He grabbed the flight attendant, pushing her down the aisle toward the front of the plane as the second man produced a knife and followed them.
Blood pounded in Callie’s ears as the two hijackers moved the flight attendant to the front of the airplane. A third hijacker who’d been seated in first class appeared to join in the fray, and then screams filled the cabin as someone’s throat was slit. Callie gripped the armrests tightly, her fingers turning white as chaos erupted around her. Someone was pounding on the cockpit door, but the plane stayed on course for the moment.
“I have a bomb! Let me in!”
“You killed her,” a woman cried out, sobbing.
Callie exchanged a frightened glance with the lady sitting next to her. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. She couldn’t be sitting here trapped on a hijacked airplane.
Chapter 2
CALLIE JOLTED AS SOMETHING was smashed at the front of the cabin. A woman wailed, and she heard one of the hijackers yelling at her to be quiet. Callie wanted to stand up and get the hell of this damn plane—impossible when they were flying over open water with God knew where as their final destination. It felt like weeks ago that she’d flown out of LA, not a mere twenty-four hours. It was absolutely insane how the entire course of her life had changed in a mere instant.
She felt eyes on her and glanced back, locking gazes with her new friend Olivia. She looked as terrified as Callie felt. Was this it? The end? Were they really going to die on an airplane today?
The plane banked suddenly to the left, and Callie’s gaze landed on the navigation map on the screen in front of her. The hijackers had no doubt forgotten to turn it off when they’d taken over the cockpit. The plane made a wide arc, turning until they were no longer flying toward Seoul. Were they returning to Manila? What was their end game?
She trembled in her seat, feeling slightly nauseous. Callie reached down to the tote bag she’d stashed beneath the seat in front of her and pulled out her denim jacket. She was so damn cold all of a sudden. She eased it on, glancing to the front every now and then to make sure the terrorists hadn’t seen her move.
Callie glanced at the woman seated next to her. “Are we going back?” she whispered.
The woman bit her lip and gave a slight shake of her head, too scared to even answer.
Callie sat stiffly, wrapping her arms around herself. The plane was eerily silent for a moment, and then a baby began to wail. Callie closed her eyes for a moment, trying to take deep breaths. She was fine. She’d be fine. Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an hour. Not much was happening, which made it all the more unnerving. Callie almost couldn’t believe her eyes when they finally approached the airport back in Manila. Talk about the flight from hell to absolutely nowhere. Frantic whisperings were going on around her as the plane began to make its descent.
“Are they going to crash the plane?”
“Do you think they’ll let us off?”
“What are their demands?”
“Quiet!” one of the hijackers yelled, and he began moving up and down the aisle, watching the passengers. Callie stiffened, looking straight ahead. She held her breath as the plane eventually touched down and didn’t dare move as one of the hijackers continued to yell there was a bomb on board the plane. They taxied down the runway, staying far from the other airplanes on the ground. Hours later, they were still sitting on the tarmac, on a runway far from the airport terminal. Callie had lost track of how long they’d been on the damn plane. They had no food. No water. There were passengers who’d been sick and vomited everywhere, children who’d soiled themselves. The smell of sweat and human waste filled the cabin. The entire plane was a living nightmare.
“Attention passengers, this is your new captain,” one of the hijackers said in accented English over the loudspeaker. “Everyone shut your windows,” the hijacker announced. “Pull the shades closed. Now!”
Frowning, she did as they asked, sliding the little plastic shade shut. Callie had seen emergency vehicles outside, their lights flashing. They were all far away from the airplane, closer to the terminal. Would anyone come to their rescue? Were they just waiting for the passengers to be killed? For the entire plane to explode?
Callie bit her lip, looking around. She couldn’t stand sitting here anymore. Her entire body was tense, aching to move. Her shoulders hurt from sitting so stiffly, and her stomach roiled. It was brutal being confined to their seats, held hostage to the whims of the crazed hijackers. Nothing had happened in hours, and she was growing as restless as everyone else.
“Oh my God, she fainted!” a woman suddenly shouted.
Callie glanced back as one of the hijackers stormed by. A woman was slumped over in her seat, extremely pale. “Tell her to wake up!” the hijacker yelled.
“She’s not sleeping. She fainted,” a man explained. The hijacker smacked him across the face, causing the others around them to gasp.
Callie felt her pulse pounding, noticing the woman was now turning nearly blue from lack of oxygen. “Please, just let her off the plane. She needs medical attention,” Callie said.
The man’s angry gaze swiveled to her, and he stormed in her direction. “You. You’re coming with me.”
“What? No,” Callie said, shrinking back. She couldn’t believe she’d just spoken, drawing attention to herself, but the woman needed help. She would die on the plane without anyone providing much-needed medical attention.
The hijacker held up the knife he was wielding. “Get the hell up and come with me to the cockpit. I’ll show you what to do with that mouth of yours.” She gasped, tears smarting her eyes, and he reached over and yanked her up from her seat. The passengers around her did nothing, and Callie was shaking as the man dragged her to the front, his grip bruising.
A fellow passenger finally stood up, telling the hijacker to leave her alone. Callie stared at him in shock, her heart pounding, when a hijacker from the front of the plane suddenly rushed forward. Shouts filled the air, and a single gunshot rang out as the man who’d intervened was shot dead in front of her.
Callie screamed along with the passengers at her side. The terrorist holding her yanked her over the dead body, yelling in Arabic, before shoving her into the cockpit. The door closed behind them, and she looked around frantically, noticing the pilot and co-pilot had both been restrained, gags covering their mouth. The other terrorist in the cockpit eyed her eagerly, and her kidnapper was already unzipping his pants. Callie sobbed as he tried to shove her to her knees, and as he wrenched her arm again, she screamed, feeling the bone break from the force of the movement. The other hijacker in the cockpit began yelling at him in Arabic.
“There is no time! He’s calling us. We must finish the mission! Leave her!”
She blinked back her tears, choking on her sobs, as the man shoved his dick back into his pants. He’d been about to force himself on her. Rape her. Callie whimpered, sinking to the ground, as her arm hung awkwardly at her side. She clutched it gingerly, the pain white hot and sharp. Beads of sweat broke out across her forehead, and she tried to breathe through the pain, to not pass out in front of these armed men.
