Executive Power (Mitch Rapp Series #4)

Executive Power (Mitch Rapp Series #4)

by Vince Flynn


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ISBN-13: 9781849835626
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Ltd
Publication date: 09/28/2011
Series: Mitch Rapp Series , #4
Pages: 512
Sales rank: 712,594
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 1.25(h) x 9.00(d)

About the Author

Vince Flynn is a graduate of the University of St. Thomas in St. Paul, Minnesota. He lives in the Twin Cities with his wife and three children.

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Chapter One

Anna Rielly drifted in and out of sleep, the warm sun enveloping her in a hazy dream. Her bronzed skin glistened with a mixture of sweat and sunscreen. A slight afternoon breeze floated in off the ocean. It had been the perfect week. Nothing but food, sun, sex and sleep. The ideal honeymoon. A small resort on a remote Caribbean island with their own secluded cabana, gravity pool and beach. Total privacy, no TV, no phones, no pagers, just the two of them.

She opened her eyes a touch and looked down at her wedding ring. She couldn't help but smile. She was like a schoolgirl again. It was a perfect diamond set in an elegant platinum Tiffany setting. Not too big, not too small, just right. Most important, though, it was from the right man. The man of her dreams.

She was now officially Mrs. Anna Rapp. He had been a little surprised that she'd taken his name without so much as a word of debate. She was a feminist, after all, with definite liberal leanings, but she could also be an old-fashioned romantic. She could think of no other man she respected more. It was an honor to share his name and she wanted the world to know that they were now a family. In addition, she could also be pragmatic. She had no desire to one day see her grandchildren running around with four last names. Professionally though, she would keep her maiden name. As the White House correspondent for NBC she already had name recognition and a solid career. It was a good compromise and Mitch didn't object.

Amazingly, the entire wedding had gone off without a hitch. Rielly couldn't think of a friend who didn't have at least one big blowout with her fiancé, or mother, or mother-in-law while planning her wedding. For her part, Anna had always clung to the romantic notion that one day she'd fall in love and have a big wedding back at St. Ann's in Chicago. It was where her parents had been married, where she'd been baptized and confirmed and where she and her brothers had gone to grade school. But in the months after they got engaged she could see that this was an idea Mitch was less than enthusiastic about. It wasn't that he was uncooperative. He told her that if she wanted a big wedding back in Chicago, that is what they'd do, but she could feel his apprehension. He didn't have to state it.

Mitch Rapp did not like being the center of attention. He was a man who was used to working behind the scenes. The strange truth was that her husband had been a covert operative for the CIA since the age of twenty-two. And the harsh reality was that in some circles he was known as an assassin.

In the months before their wedding, during the confirmation hearing for Mitch's boss at the CIA, a member of the House Intelligence Committee had leaked Mitch's story to the press in an attempt to derail Irene Kennedy's nomination as the next director of the Central Intelligence Agency. The president had come to both Rapp and Kennedy's defense and a version of the truth was released to the media. The president told the story of how Rapp had led a team of commandos deep into Iraq to prevent Saddam Hussein from joining the nuclear club. The president called Rapp the single most important person in America's fight against terrorism and overnight the politicians lined up to shake his hand.

Rapp had been thrust into the spotlight, and he didn't do well. Having survived for years because of his ability to move from city to city, and country to country, without being noticed, he was now recognized virtually everywhere he went. There were photographers and reporters who hounded him. Rapp tried to reason with them at first. A few listened, but most didn't. Not one to let a problem fester, Rapp arranged to have a few noses smashed. The others took the hint and backed off.

There was something else, though, that worried Rapp a great deal. He was now a marked man. Virtually every terrorist from Jakarta to London knew who he was. Bounties had been placed on his head and fatwas, Islamic religious decrees, had been thrown down by dozens of fanatical Muslim clerics across Arabia, Asia and the Pacific Rim. Thousands if not millions of crazed Islamic zealots would gladly give their lives to take him down.

Rapp worried incessantly about Anna's safety and had even asked her if she was sure she still wanted to spend the rest of her life looking over her shoulder. Without hesitation she had said yes and told him not to insult her by bringing it up again. He had stoically honored her request, but it didn't stop his worrying. He'd also taken some serious precautions, having ordered her a customized BMW with bulletproof glass, Kevlar-lined body, and shredproof tires. They were also in the process of building a house on twenty acres outside D.C. in rural Virginia. Anna had asked more than once where the money came from to pay for all this, but Rapp had always deflected her questions with a joke or change of subject. She knew he was a man of many means, and in the end she reasoned that there were some things she was better off not knowing.

When they sat down to plan the wedding, Rapp brought up a laundry list of security concerns that would have to be addressed. As the weeks passed, Anna began to realize that he simply would not be able to enjoy the day if they held such a large wedding. She made the decision then to have a small private ceremony with their families and a few close friends. The news had been received well by Mitch.

The event was held where they'd met. At the White House. Anna's entire family, her mom and dad, brothers and sisters-in-law and seven nieces and nephews were there. Mitch's only surviving relative, his brother Steven, was best man while Anna's longtime friend Liz O'Rourke was the matron of honor. Dr. Irene Kennedy and a few of Rapp's friends from the CIA were present as well as a select group of Anna's media friends. Father Malone from St. Ann's was flown in to officiate and the president and the first lady were the perfect hosts. President Hayes also used his significant clout to make sure there wasn't a mention of the wedding in any of the papers or on TV. It was agreed by all that it would be wise to keep the identity of Mrs. Mitch Rapp off the front pages.

The guests all stayed at the Hay Adams Hotel, just a short walk across Lafayette Park from the White House. They celebrated well into the night and then the bride and groom were taken by the Secret Service to Reagan National Airport where they caught a private jet to their island. Courtesy of the CIA, they were traveling under the assumed identities of Troy and Betsy Harris.

Anna sat up and looked over the edge of the patio down at the beach. Her husband was coming out of the water after a swim. Naturally dark-skinned, after a week in the sun he looked like he'd gone native. The man was a prime physical specimen, and she wasn't just thinking that because she was married to him. In his twenties he'd been a world-class triathlete who competed in events around the world. He'd won the famous Iron Man competition in Hawaii twice. Now he was in his mid-thirties, and was still in great shape.

Rapp sported some other physical features that had taken Rielly a little getting used to. He had three visible bullet scars: one on his leg and two on his stomach. There was a fourth that was covered by a thick scar on his shoulder where the doctors had torn him open to get at the bullet and reconstruct his shoulder socket. There was an elongated knife scar on his right side, and one last scar that he was particularly proud of. It was a constant reminder of the man he had sworn he would kill when he started on his crazy journey into the world of counterterrorism. It ran along the left side of his face, from his ear down to his jawline. The plastic surgeons had minimized the scar to a thin line, but more important to Rapp, the man who had marked him was now dead.

Rapp stepped onto the patio, water dripping from his shorts, and smiled at his bride. "How ya' doin', honey?"

"Fine." She reached out her hand for him. "I was just dozing off a bit."

Rapp bent down and kissed her and then without saying another word he jumped into the small pool. He came up and rested his arms and chin on the edge. "Are you ready to go back tomorrow?"

She shook her head and pouted prettily for him.

Rapp smiled. She really made him happy. She was smart, funny and drop-dead gorgeous. She could be a bit of a ballbuster at times, but he supposed any woman who was going to put up with him had to be able to assert herself or it'd be only a matter of years before he screwed everything up.

"Well, we'll just have to stay a little longer, then," he said.

She shook her head again and put the pouty lips back on.

Reaching across the patio for the bucket of iced Red Stripe, he laughed to himself. He'd called her bluff. She needed to get back to work or the network would have a complete shit fit. If Rapp had it his way she'd quit. The exposure was an ever increasing risk to her safety. But Anna had to come to that conclusion on her own. He didn't want to wake up ten years from now and have her go nuts on him for making her throw her career away. His only consolation was that her current assignment at the White House meant close proximity to more than a dozen well-armed and supremely trained Secret Service agents and officers.

"Would you like a beer, honey?"


Rapp opened one, handed the ice-cold bottle to Anna and then opened one for himself. Reaching out with his bottle he waited for his wife to do the same. The two bottles clinked together and Rapp said, "To us."

"To us," she replied with a blissful smile.

They both took a drink and Rapp added, "And lots of cute healthy babies."

Anna laughed and held up two fingers.

Rapp shook his head. "At least five."

She laughed even louder. "You're nuts."

"I never said I wasn't."

They sat there basking in the sun, talking about their future for the better part of an hour, teasing each other playfully about how many kids they were going to have, how they were going to be raised, what names they liked and what they would do if one of the kids was as stubborn as either of them. Rapp refrained from sharing his opinion as she talked about what she would do with her job after they had a baby. It was one of those new things he'd learned about relationships. He understood that she was talking it out, and not looking for him to throw in his own two cents.

For her part, Anna kept her promise that she would steer clear of digging for details on the goings-on at Langley. Rapp knew that if they were going to survive in the long run he would have to share certain aspects of his job with her, regardless of what Agency policy dictated. Anna was too curious to spend the rest of their lives never discussing what he spent the majority of the week doing. The general subjects of terrorism and national security were fair game, but anything involving specific intelligence or covert policy was off the table. Having been silent for so many years, Rapp actually found it satisfying to be able to share his opinions with someone who had a decent grasp of the issues.

They opened two more beers and Anna joined him in the water. They clung to the edge of the gravity pool and looked out at the ocean, their elbows and chins resting on the edge, their legs gently floating behind them. They laughed about the wedding and their week of seclusion and avoided mentioning that it was about to end. Rapp could tell that Anna was getting tipsy. She weighed only 115 pounds and the combination of beer, warm sun and a lazy breeze meant a siesta was in the cards.

After a little while she kissed him on the lips and swam to the other end of the small pool. Climbing out, she stopped on the top step and pulled her hair into a loose ponytail. As she twisted it with both hands the water cascaded down her smooth back and over her tiny white bikini bottom. With a flirtatious glance over her shoulder she began to unhook her top. "I'm going to go take a nap. Would you like to join me?" Keeping her back to him, she slipped off her bikini top and draped it over the hammock hook to her right.

Needing no further encouragement, Rapp set his beer down and hoisted himself over the edge. He followed his wife into the bedroom, losing his swim trunks along the way. His eyes never left her body, and for a brief moment he found himself wishing they could stay on this tiny island forever.

When they got back to Washington it wouldn't be like this. There would be fires to be put out and plans to be put into action. He watched Anna slip out of her bikini bottom, and the problems awaiting him in Washington vanished. They could wait, at least for another day. Right now he had more important things on his mind.

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Executive Power (Mitch Rapp Series #4) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 416 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awesome with a great ending. Love Mitch Rapp. Brad Thor and Vince need to do a Scott Harvath and Mitch Rapp Story where they work together. That would be amazing.
LadyOTheLake More than 1 year ago
Vince Flynn's character, Mitch Rapp, restores Americans' faith in justice at a time when we badly need a hero, fictional or not. Exciting read. Hard to put down! Read it with my husband and we stayed up fa-a-ar too late too many times.
alleycatJC More than 1 year ago
I have enjoyed all of (10) Vince Flynn's books. Some books have more action than the others but, it doesn't matter because, he tells such a detailed story and gives so much learning information that your never bored with his books. I think all of Flynn's books are terrific but, If you don't have time to read all his books, I highley recommend Consent To Kill.
zinkoff on LibraryThing 26 days ago
This is the first Vince Flynn novel I've read and will be the last. The book is full of cliches and stereotypes pandering to an American audience looking for a hero who sees every issue as black and white, has all the answers and is not afraid to act. Mitch Rapp is bigger than life just how Americans luv'em. He has been recently outed as a CIA operative and the whole world knows him as the ultimate terrorist hunter. Everyone he meets is in fearful awe of him. Unlike the terrorists he slays he is a killer with a conscience "Rapp had killed many times and could honestly say he never enjoyed it, or at the very least he'd never relished it. Yes, there'd been times where he'd felt just satisfaction in killing someone who deserved it, but that was about the extent of it." Oh and he is a great family man and American patriot. The plot was very good but handled it in a very simplistic manner. The Arabs; Saudi's, Iraqi's and Palestinian's are all bad guys. France and the Phillipines are unreliable allies. Terrorists flee to Canada after committing their attacks in the USA. Israel's tough stance towards the Arabs and specifically the Palestinians is supported by historical events. The events are all true; but, Flynn does not provide any historical events as to why the Arabs and the Palestinians hate Israel and Jews in general. He only states that there is an element in the Arab world which is totally bent on destoying the state of Israel. Flynn makes all the politicians look like weak kneed sycophants only trying to get the president re-elected. Mitch Rapp basically does as he pleases. He doesn't care who he insults, what rules or protocols he bypasses or what havoc he creates because everything he does is for the good of America. All Americans should be thankful that Mitch Rapp is ready and willing to do the dirty jobs that other Americans, non-military, are unwillingly or to afraid to do. Can't dispute his take on realpolitick but again it is pretty superficial. The timeline was unreal. Good ol'Mitch went from killing Philipine terrorists and saving an American family in a matter of 2 days to stopping a potential major middle eastern conflict and/or the creation of a Palestinian state 3 days later. Amazing maybe Flynn's next book could have Mitch actually solve the Mideast conflict, but give him a week. As I said earlier the plot was good and it kept me going if only to see how the book ended. Characters were all stereotypes. The book depicts how we all wish we could deal with terrorists and those who support them but in the real world and realpolitick it just can't be so.
dspoon on LibraryThing 28 days ago
Returning from a covert mission, Mitch Rapp was publicly hailed by the president for his role in the fight against terrorism. After years of working in the shadows, Rapp was caught in the media spotlight -- and marked for death by virtually every terrorist in the world. Now a CIA advisor, Rapp is ready to battle terror far from the front lines. But when a Navy SEAL team in the Philippines is ambushed, all evidence points to a leak within the U.S. State Department. And a greater threat still lurks -- a ruthless assassin working for the most powerful men in the Middle East, who are bent on igniting a world war. With the world watching, Rapp must hold back the flames of Armageddon....
PointedPundit on LibraryThing 28 days ago
One Can Only Hope Mitch Rapp is for RealA Navy SEAL Team is ambushed. The evidence points to a State Department leak. An assassin financed by one of the wealthiest men in the Middle East is eliminating obstacles to a Palestinian State.Mitch Rapp, an overt CIA agent, analyzes, faces and, eventually, eliminates the challenges. Vince Flynn is a master of suspense and one can only pray that Mitch Rapp has a counterpart somewhere in the U. S. government.
mcal on LibraryThing 28 days ago
Of the previous Rapp novels, this was not a favorite. It seemed to take a long time for the plot to develop. There were multiple stories happening and even by the end, I don't think they all came together very well.
cutiger80 on LibraryThing 28 days ago
Excellent book for anyone who likes a good international terrorism thriller, well written and hard to put down.
tetchechury on LibraryThing 28 days ago
Yet another awesome book by the master of the spy novel. Fantastic read as always. For my money Mitch Rapp is the greatest character ever written. Hands down
Drewano More than 1 year ago
‘Executive Power’ strikes the right balance of a mix of action and plot development and really redeems the franchise after the previous installment. While not as action packed as some of his earlier works there certainly aren’t many lulls, and they’re filled in nicely with a great back story. Well written and exciting, if you’re looking for a book in international intrigue this certainly fits the bill.
jboehmke More than 1 year ago
Another great story by Vince Flynn. Plenty of suspense and drama with the dual story lines. First the hostage rescue, but the whole time the terrorist plot being carried out. I really love the writing. It's a real page turner.
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Anna is a nagger and needs to be written out of Rapp's life,
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Very good read, lot's of action and the story line is great
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Great character development and entertaining to read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
All of the Mitch Rapp series are excellent books and each one keeps getting better.
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Be ready to demonstrate your powers to be classified.