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“Any word on the building being demolished?” I ask Jay, my phone to my ear.
“Nope,” he replies, popping the P dramatically. I want to pop him in the face for it. “You going in tonight?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, rolling my head and cracking my neck. The tension has already started seeping into my shoulders. I have a sinking feeling I’m going to see some shit that will threaten to send me into a tailspin.
But I have to maintain control. If I don’t, I will die before I save those kids, and that’s just not an option.
“Still keeping an eye on Addie?”
Jay sighs. “Yes…” he trails off, and I can feel the question hanging from the tip of his tongue. I want to reach through the receiver, snatch it, and crush it before he can speak, but he’s too quick. “So, uh, this is like the love of your life or some shit?” he asks awkwardly.
The sigh I try to keep internal bleeds out and through the phone. “The one and only,” I clip, my tone signaling that I don’t want to speak about Addie right now, but the fucker doesn’t ever listen when it comes to my personal life.
“She feel the same?”
I can’t help the slight smirk from forming on my face. “She’s getting there,” I reply cryptically.
Jay finally takes the hint and drops it. “Well, you will be happy to know that no one has gone in and out of her house except her friend for the past three days.”
Mark's threat still rings around in my head. Like a stray bullet ricocheting in a constant loop inside my brain.
The Society knows about Addie, making her a target. They may love children, but they absolutely do not pass up beautiful young women to sell and ship off to other countries. There’s no shortage of demand when it comes to the skin trade. Evil people have their tastes, and some prefer their victims to be fully grown women just as much as some prefer them adolescent.
The tension in my shoulders grows as my thoughts run away from me. A single moment—that’s all it takes for her to go missing. Vanish out of thin air within a short trek from her car to the grocery store entrance.
She doesn’t know the danger she’s in, but that will change soon. I refuse to hide the truth from her. And I’m sure she’s not going to like hearing that our self-defense lessons are going to be ramping up.
Now I just have to figure out how to keep my dick out of her during those lessons.
Fuck it. Won’t happen.
I smile, knowing she will try to use those moves on me, but the thought only makes my cock thicken in my slacks.
I haven’t seen her since the House of Mirrors, and I know deep down that makes her angry. She probably feels like I fucked her and got bored, but that’s the furthest thing from the truth.
I’m a fucking fiend for her now. It’s been the most challenging three days of my life staying away, but I need to infiltrate Savior's and save these kids. I haven’t had a minute to myself, and as much as I ache for my little mouse, these kids need me more.
This time when more tension rolls in, it’s because of my visceral need to be inside Addie, fucking her into oblivion and making her delirious with how hard I’m going to make her come.
“Be ready, I’ll be at Savior’s in an hour,” I warn Jay before hanging up the phone.
For now, I need to push Addie out of my head. But later tonight, I’ll be pushing myself inside her so deeply, I’ll be ingrained in every crevice inside her body.
“There’s some pretty high-profile people there,” Jay announces through the small chip in my ear. I’ll be taking it out before I get out of the car. Currently, I’m in a line, waiting for valet parking.
“Including the president,” Jay tacks on at the end.
I inwardly sigh, rolling my neck from the stress spearing into my muscles. This job is hard on my body, even when I’m not shooting people in the face and actively avoiding flying bullets. Maybe I can entice Addie to give me another massage later. I’d love nothing more than to return the favor.
“Anyone I should be concerned about?”
I hear Jay typing a mile a second in the background, the keys clacking obnoxiously. I have asked the fucker to get a less noisy keyboard, but he insists the loud clicking brings him peace.
And as much as it annoys me, we get so little of peace in our daily lives. So if a fucking obnoxious ass keyboard brings him some sort of semblance of it, then I won’t give him shit.
Well, not too much, at least.
“Several senators and governors, along with a few A-list celebrit—ah shit, is that Timothy Banks? Come on, don’t tell me he’s a part of this shit too?!”
