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"Castor, if I say yes, can I bring two others to help me?"
"Two others? Who do you have in mind?" he inquires curiously.
"I would like to ask Laney and Heather to come along. They have been doing so well here, and I think this will help push them to take that extra step in their healing process."
I'm really not sure if it will, but I believe they are ready to try and take this step. I won't force them. I never force the victims to do anything until they are ready. I feel that by forcing them, I'm really no better than their captors were. I want them to know that they are in charge of their own lives and everything they do is becausethey chose to do it.
"I'll pay for all their fees if that's a problem," I quickly add. "I just think they will be a huge help, and it will help them in return."
"I don't have an issue with bringing them, and I agree." I can hear the smile in the agent's voice. "We will be heading out first thing in the morning, so let me know as soon as you know if Laney and Heather are coming."
"Seeing how they just walked through the door, I'll talk to them now and text you back. May I ask where this location is?"
"Yes, it's actually on a small, private island off the coast of Puerto Rico. We have already inserted an agent inside; he will take care of the security cameras so we can land. Just a heads up, Ryan. There will be far more traffic victims than usual. It seems ourbuyerhas turned into a seller, and we are coming in on a night they are having an auction."
My heart begins to race. Knowing we will save even more victims has my blood pumping. "Count us all in, Castor. We will be ready."
I don't need to wait for the other two women to decide because I already know what they will say. Laney and Heather are my two biggest fans and are always saying how they hope to be able to help others the way I have helped them. They will come with me; I know they will.
"Mm…yes! Just like that…don’t stop…” I moan as the head between my thighs gives me the greatest pleasure.
Slurping noises can be heard as they lap at my slick folds before taking my clit in between their teeth and flicking their tongue back and forth. Hands hold my hips down as they torture me with their mouth. A dark head of hair is all I see when I look down, and I know it's Beau working his magic.
"Uh… I'm going to come…please!"
His tongue picks up the pace, and soon, I'm exploding inside his mouth. Taking his time, he laps up every drop that drips from my needy pussy until there is no more left. Pulling away from my heat, but now kneeling between my thighs, I feel his cock line up to my slit. I'm still in a daze. With my eyes closed, I try holding on to the last of the euphoric pleasure Beau just gave me.
"Watch me love you, baby," Beau says as he gets ready to push into me, "You will never know another cock, Ry…only mine."
"Only ever yours, Beau! Mm…" I close my eyes again.
A new voice speaks. A familiar one that I know all-too-well. One that shouldn’t be here.
"Open your eyes and watch me fuck this cunt, so you know who is possessing you, poppet!" My eyes snap open to see it's Sergio, and giving me a sinister smile, he thrusts unapologetically into me and takes me like the whore I was for them all those months ago.
I wake up in a cold sweat. Turning my light on, I look around my room to ensure I'm alone. My heart begins to slow as I realize it was just a dream or a nightmare, whichever way you want to look at it. Pushing my hair out of my face, I scoot off the edge of the bed and head to the bathroom to get some water.
The cold liquid helps to level out my breathing, but as I stare at myself in the mirror, I can still see the girl who was used in a stupid game of power and control. I've grown since that day I gave myself over to the brothers; I needed to. In the daylight, I see a different image when I look in this mirror. I find a woman who has overcome so much and is willing to do what needs to be done to help others. However, the night seems to strip it all away, leaving me to feel like I did in the beginning.
Turning away, I flip the switch, flooding the room in darkness as I go back to bed. I glance at my clock and see it's a quarter to four in the morning. Crawling under my covers, I try to go back to sleep, but every time I close my eyes, angry hazel ones stare back at me. What does it mean? Sergio can't get to me anymore. He's been locked up, and the key is thrown away, so I'm worrying over nothing.
When I finally conclude that I won't be getting any more sleep, I sigh and get up. "I might as well shower and get ready to go. At least this way, I won't hurry to get everything done before Castor picks us up." I’m talking to an empty room as I walk across the room to my ensuite.
I plan to also go to the guest house and see if Laney and Heather are ready. After talking with them last night, both women were on board, so I invited them to stay in the guest house. This way, we could discuss the mission and what they can expect once we arrive. We stayed up late talking, and it felt so good to have them here. I haven't had any girlfriends to talk with since Liv, which seems like a lifetime ago.
I'm glad they are going. There are no women on the team Castor takes to these locations. Not because they aren't allowed, but no women have joined this Special Ops team yet. Castor is hoping to have some in the future.
I'm just stepping out the back door to go to the guest house when I hear my name called. I turn and see Bain standing in the doorway to the kitchen, so I step back inside and close the door. He looks—different. Like I said, I've only seen him in passing but never up close, and it seems he's lost a lot of weight.
"Bain, how are you?"
"I'm here, so I guess you can call it a win." He smiles sadly before clearing his throat. "You're up early…"
"Oh, yeah. I was going to leave you a message since I never see you. I'm going to one of the locations with Agent Castor. It will be a massive bust, so he asked for my help. I've got Laney and Heather coming with us, too."
He stares at me momentarily, then smiles a bit brighter. "It seems you are doing great things, pretty girl. Your mother would be so proud of you."
My eyes sting with unshed tears, and I can see he's holding his own back. Walking over slowly, I approach my stepfather and tilt my head, taking my turn to study him. Neither of us says anything, but an overwhelming need to hug him comes over me, and I step forward. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I turn my head to rest my cheek against his chest.
