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“You better brace yourself. This is going to hurt,” I warned. It went without saying that while I was large, she was small. She was going to have to adjust to my size.
She had enough time to take a deep breath before I plowed into her, and I let out a low, drawn-out groan at the feel of her surrounding me. It was everything I had imagined and more, and we hadn’t even started yet.
She fisted the sheets beneath her, her knuckles white. I gave her a moment to adjust around me before I started to slowly thrust in and out. While my speed might have started out slow, I was far from gentle. My thrusts went deep, and Abby took it all. Her own sounds of pleasure became louder in volume. There was a good chance that whoever we shared a wall with heard us. I was pretty sure that it was Yates, and I had to erase the mental image of him with his ear to the wall like a pervert.
I picked up my speed, and Abby continued to fist the sheets to keep herself in place; otherwise she would have slid across the bed with the force of my thrusts. I grabbed her thighs to keep her close to me.
All too soon her moans and groans reached a crescendo, and she rode out the wave of an orgasm. I fell over the edge too. I was sweaty, breathing heavily, and feeling the after-effects of great sex. Abby looked up at me, and I could see she felt the same.
I was about to tell her about how awesome that fuck was when there was a knock on the door. At least the interruption waited until after we were done.
“Keep it down, will you?” someone shouted.
Abby started to giggle, and I couldn’t help but laugh too.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
abby
“Okay, so let’s compare notes, shall we?” Guy asked. He started tapping away on his keyboard. He reminded me of an analyst that I knew back at the office—computer whiz and hard worker. “I’m creating a spreadsheet to organize the data. Names of owner and manager groups first.”
There was a connection through all three properties by the shared owner and the shared concentration of disappearances.
“This looks like a shell company. They’ve done some work to hide who they are. I’ll make a note to come back to this,” Guy added. I had a suspicion that if we put in enough time and effort, we would figure out that the Ricketts asshole owned the resorts. He had so much money that he didn’t know what to do with it all—at least that was what I gathered from the articles I found on him. He never gave interviews, and he kept to himself, which was highly unusual for someone with clean money. Which only led us to the assumption that his money wasn’t clean, and his investment in real estate was a cover for the large amounts of cash he raked in. It would bring some clarity to the reason for co-owners on so many of these properties. They could handle financing, with legal jobs to base their loans on, and Ricketts could provide his dirty money as collateral for these deals. He got somewherelegitto put his money, a larger investment portfolio to hide his finances behind, and the co-owners got a vacation home or means to expand their own wealth. But did they know the source of Ricketts’ wealth? That was my burning question. All of his co-owners would need to be questioned, and that could take months, if not a year.
“Let’s compare names,” I said, changing gears. Focusing our attention on the ownership would get us no closer to what we really needed, to find the kidnapped women and arrest all the players involved, including the FBI agents, if they were in fact dirty. The manager was going to be our next lead, if he in fact kidnapped her. I suspected he did; working at a large resort like this seemed to be the perfect spot and was definitely worth looking into. The lodging industry had seen a large uptick in trafficking, and it would make sense for it to occur here if Ricketts owned it. A safe harbor for criminals, so to speak. If we were able to make a connection between a manager and the trafficking ring, then I could interrogate him myself, to see if he had any contacts at the FBI or heard anything about them.
We went through our list in the best way we knew how; Wells and Jones raised their hands when I read off a name on my list. When we made it to the end of the file, there were three managers who worked at more than one resort, which wasn’t unusual since the properties had the same owner. Were these people involved in the kidnapping and trafficking of others, or was it all just a giant coincidence? After everything I’d seen in my line of work, I didn’t believe in coincidences.
“Can anyone speak to the housekeeper again? Maybe if we can read off the names she might tell us if one of them has a reputation or if she knows any of them personally?” I suggested. It was good to use a source any way we could.
“Yeah, we’ll go ask her. Be right back,” Christine said. She, Jasmine, and Jones left the room in a hurricane of shuffling flip flops and whispers.
“We’re going to need to tail all three of the managers, just in case. It might not just be one of them. It could be all,” I suggested. What I really needed was to get a jump on identifying the manager so that I could interrogate them, privately. I was all for helping the group find their suspect if it meant furthering my own mission, but I couldn’t focus all of my attention on theirs. If they busted the ring before I had the evidence I needed to link the local FBI office to this ring, then I would never find it. They’d destroy it all and tie up loose ends before the first suspect was transported off the island.
“Agreed, they are all suspects, and we need to treat them as such. We need to treat the unknown owner the same way as well. I will get more info on that,” Guy said, and he started tapping away on his computer.
“Let’s also keep a close eye on the camera footage you are downloading,” Adam said. “I’m sure we will find something in there. They have no idea they are being watched. They’d have no reason to erase their behavior. Especially if the owner is involved and they don’t need to hide in the first place.”
Something about his statement bothered me. There was a nagging sensation in my gut that told me that our work in the market wasn’t over. Maybe it was the fact that it didn’t have cameras. If traffickers were comfortable kidnapping with cameras watching their every move, what were they comfortable doing while hidden in a large crowd at the market? I got chills up my spine. I was going to have to go back there at some point. Not only did I want to get to the bottom of the disappearances so far, I wanted to know why the people in the market whispered about me. What did the whispers mean? Who wasn’t allowed to take me? Why wouldn’t the locals trust me enough to tell me what was going on? Maybe the one woman had tried, the best that she could, but that wasn’t good enough.
I wished I could use the same tactics I did in New York, but I didn’t know if it would work again. I had years with the FBI prior to going undercover. I trusted Bob and the other agents around me. I’d seen their competence and skill demonstrated over and over, so I knew they’d have my back when I walked into the lion’s den—or allowed the lions to take me. I barely knew this group, their rap sheet was impressive, but I hadn’t seen what they were capable of in the civilian world. Their only takedown of a trafficking ring was partially dumb luck and a moronic suspect. If I let myself be captured to find where all the victims were taken, I wouldn’t be able to investigate the local FBI office. This was going to be overwhelming if I allowed the group to sidetrack me from my own mission, not that they knew I had a different mission.
“While you guys focus on watching the suspects from afar, I’m going to try speaking with them. We need to understand what they are capable of, and I want them to slip up. I have some…unusual tactics for questioning,” I said. I tried not to smirk when I thought of the last time I questioned a suspect. He was into rope-play, and I was into getting answers. He had no idea that he was being interrogated, even though I was the one bound.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? If they realize what you are up to, they could tip off who they work for,” Yates said. All his earlier humor was gone; he was focused now, something that I could appreciate since he was the self-proclaimed strategist of the group. The group needed him to think through their possible courses of action.
“I’m positive I can handle it. I’ve seduced plenty of secrets from grown men’s lips, and they were none the wiser that it was even happening.” I smiled. “I was trained for this.” I’d get the answers to my questions and then the answers the group was looking for.
Yates looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. “That’s the reason for your siren tattoo, isn’t it?” he asked as he pointed to my arm. “You distract them with your beauty, and then you show them your teeth.”
I nodded my head. “Yes, it’s a warning for anyone smart enough to pay attention,” I said with a wink.
“I say we let her do her thing. We can’t just tell her she can join the team but then can’t do what her training tells her is necessary,” Garcia said. I liked this man, he seemed sincere and sure of himself, and I liked his confidence in me. I knew that I was still new to their group, and I had to prove myself to them—on top of redeeming myself from lying. Garcia seemed like the quiet but confident type, and I liked that. If I wasn’t so attracted to Adam, I might have considered getting close to him.
“Are you sure you are okay with that? Using your body again to further our agenda?” Adam asked me. Bless him, he was still asking, as if he thought that the question might convince me to change my mind.
I gave him a small, soft smile in response. “I can handle it. Can you?” I asked in challenge.
