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“What does this mean?” I ask, pointing at the mark.
“Lathan also ran a broad-spectrum facial recognition software through the internet. All of the ones with red have either appeared in porn or have been sold through an auction site on the dark web.”
A wave of nausea has me swallowing at the thought of all of these kids being abused and used against their consent. Unlike me, who uses sex as a weapon by choice, they are having it used against them and don’t have the choice to say no.
“Do we have any leads?” I ask, ready to nail some assholes to the wall.
He runs a frustrated hand through his dark brown hair and shakes his head. “A few. We think that the school counselor is a groomer. You will be called into his office in the first couple of days, so I’d like your opinion. He asks questions that no school counselor should be asking.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. I’ve never been to school, and my upbringing was far from normal, so getting him to explain what he’s talking about will help me.
“He was a little overly friendly and not professional at all. He asked me how I was settling in, if I enjoyed living with Martha and James, and how I was getting along at school, which are all normal things, but then he started getting personal. Was I interested in any of the girls? Had I checked out the cheerleader practices and noticed how tight their warm-up outfits were? Or was I more into the chicks like me with tattoos and piercings? Then he had the audacity to ask me if they put out. It was like he was trying to be my friend instead of an adult partly responsible for my care. It was gross, and I told him that. He didn’t like that one bit, and the meeting finished shortly after that.”
“Hmm, okay, so when it’s my turn, what if instead of getting upset about it, I go along with it? I can say that I don’t like teenage boys, since they don’t know how to give a girl an orgasm, and I much prefer older males.”
He turns quickly in his chair, wearing a scowl on his face as he looks up at me, his head in line with my breasts. “Fuck, you’re just asking to be taken, aren’t you?” He sounds pissed, and I step back—not because I’m afraid, but because I really like how he’s looking at me. His fury is fucking sexy.
“Yes, Miller, that’s why I’m here. We want me to be taken. The quicker that happens, the quicker we have a chance to save these kids.” I wave at the laptop behind him. “Most of them won’t even be in the country anymore. We’ll be lucky if we can even retrieve half of what is there, and most of them will be traumatized beyond belief. We’re their only hope at this stage, and you can damn well bet I’m going to do what I can to find them. If that means I get taken, then I get taken. It’s not like I haven’t had to fuck my way out of bad situations before.”
“You can’t be serious!” He gapes at me, and I roll my eyes.
“I am not sure what female agents you’ve worked with in the past, but I can absolutely fucking guarantee that I’m not afraid of doing anything to get my mark or resolve an operation, and I have the skills to fucking back that up.”
He just continues to look at me in surprise, and I sigh and sit down on the bed.
“I know it’s hard for you guys to understand my mindset, but I’ve only ever had me.” I stop and think about how to explain this to him. “You know that MITHOS is a family organization run by my dad’s family, yes?” He nods. “And you know about Dad and Uncle T, but you might not know about their sister Jillian. She was the OG ghost operative, and when it was decided that Katie, Jillian’s daughter Keely, and I were going to be ghost operatives, she decided we needed to be… schooled, I guess you could say, in the fine art of using our bodies as weapons.”
He blinks, still not comprehending what I am saying.
“Fucking, Miller, she got us lessons in fucking.”
His mouth drops open, and he starts to sputter, and I laugh.
“Yup, that was Dad and Uncle T’s reaction too. Man, that was not a pleasant conversation. Imagine a conference room with three sets of parents sitting around the table, and then Aunt Jillian announces to them that us three girls needed sex lessons. I thought our dads’ heads would explode. Surprisingly, Mom and Aunt Flic were supportive and said it would be smart for us to know how to use all the weapons in our arsenal. The men eventually came around, and Aunt Jillian hired each of us an escort to teach us about sex.”
“You lost your virginity to an escort?” Miller looks like his head is about to explode as well.
“Yeah, but it was no hardship. Sampson was fucking gorgeous. All three of them were, and none of us girls were under the illusion that your virginity needs to be saved for your husband or anything else. And hey, at least he knew what he was doing. How many virgins can say that? Over the next six months, I had my mind expanded on everything sex related so I would be comfortable if I needed to use it for a job. Look, Miller, I think you’re under the impression that women can’t have sex without there being emotions involved, and it’s just not true. Sometimes a girl just wants to get off, and no cuddling or pretty words are needed.” I pat him on the leg and stand up. “So you don’t need to worry about me. If I get taken, then I’ll do what I’ll need to until you guys can find me.”
“And how do you think that’s going to happen?” he spits out, and I point behind my ear.
“I have a tracker, and by now, Lathan will have access to the program. To be honest, the fact that you are here as bait tells me that you might need one as well.” Then I think about the previous conversation. “Are you prepared to do what you need to do to survive? Because if you get taken, there’s no guarantee that you’re going to be sold to a woman. Or should I apologize for assuming something about you?”
“You just worry about yourself, and I’ll worry about me,” he snarls, avoiding the question. “Now get out of my room before anyone finds you up here.”
“Alright. Is that information in the MITHOS database?” I ask, pointing at his laptop, and he nods abruptly. “Okay then, I guess I’ll see you around.”
I leave it at that because I can see I’m not getting through to him. I’m sure we will have a team meeting soon, and maybe dealing with one of the others will be easier. He’s silent as I leave, and I don’t look back.
Deep breath, Kenz. It’s only one assignment, and then you will go back to being blissfully alone and not having to rely on anyone.
Back in my room, I pull out my real encrypted phone and send Dad a message about needing to have a tracker planted in Miller and asking if he could organize a motorcycle that I can hide in the bushes. If I conceal it far enough away, no one should even be able to hear it up at the house. Reluctantly, I ask for two helmets. I don’t really want to share it with Miller, but it’s not always going to be practical for him to wait for a pickup.
Once I’m done, I shove the phone back into my hiding spot and change into my pajamas. Although the shirt smells nothing like the spicy scent that encompassed Miller’s room, I still stick my nose into it in the hopes that I can catch some of the residue, but alas, all I smell is laundry detergent. With images of him pleasuring himself washing through my mind, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
Chapter 11
I take special care with my makeup and outfit the next morning, and Martha’s expression is hysterical when I come downstairs in my fishnet tights, boots, and skirt. I smother the grin when she looks me up and down and crosses herself.
