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That isnothis name.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t find you sooner, sugar bear. So damn sorry. I tried to find you faster. Before they… I swear to you, I tried…” His voice cracks, trailing off when she cups her palm against his cheek.
He reaches for her hand and kisses her knuckles before leaning his forehead against hers.
My chest grows tight, and I have to avert my gaze. Their emotions are too powerful, and they’re warring with the adrenaline still pumping through my veins.
I choke out the words I feared we’d never be able to say, “We have her. Package secure.”
Mia’s response is instant. “Exfil.Now.Get everyone the fuck out. Tracking two SUVs and a pickup truck via traffic light cams outside the neighborhood. They’re speeding in your direction, having run two red lights so far. I don’t know their destination, but let’s assume they’re coming to stop you. Exfil Stat.”
Kri cuts through the comms. “Van is already in the driveway, team, and I’m moving the Charger now. Load the girls.”
“I know you aren’t driving, baby girl,” Shep goads, while hustling everyone out the front door.
Due to the lingering muscle control issues with the right side of her body from her traumatic brain injury, Kri’s not cleared to drive.
“Punish me later. Just get the fuck out of there,” she snaps.
Punishment? Again with the innuendo.
Is it possible that Shep and Kri have a similar bedroom dynamic to Mia and—
I blink, clearing my mind. This isnotthe time.
We need to leave.
Now.
It’s the fastest withdrawal ever, considering we’ve got seven operatives and sixteen victims— two of whom are unconscious— leaving in three vehicles. Plus, the two guys we popped earlier at the bar with an assist from Kri.
The girls who didn’t wake on their own amid the chaos were roused with smelling salt. I’m exceedingly concerned about the two we couldn’t get to regain consciousness. Jonesy carried one over his shoulder, and Junior and Aaron hauled out the other.
Shep and Aaron are in the SUV they arrived in, along with six rescued girls. The van alpha team drove here is at capacity with eleven of us packed inside. With Lettie wrapped around him like a pretzel, Tomer slid into the van with us rather than returning to the Dodge Charger he took to the scene. Instead, Junior’s driving it with five victims with him.
We left the six traffickers tied on the floor of the disgusting house. It took every ounce of my restraint to refrain from setting it ablaze. If Lettie had let him go, Tomer would have unleashed hell on those monsters. When he tried, she jumped into his arms and begged him to get her out of there. Once they were in the van, she wouldn’t let him leave to go back.
It’s for the best.
We’ll deal with the sick fucks later or let law enforcement get them off the streets.
Savin has one of the girls tucked close to him, smoothing her hair and rocking her against his chest.
He was telling the truth about his Tasha. His love.
When I got in the van, he begged me to free his hands so he could hold her, and his plea was so earnest and desperate I couldn’t tell him no.
I’m way too much of a romantic to deny a request like that. Especially when I saw how she glued herself to him, tears coating her puffy red face, battered like Lettie’s.
She clings to him, gripping him like a lifeline while he softly comforts her, cooing in her ear.
“Vso horosho, moya lyubov.”
Everything is okay, my love.
“Ya zdes.”
I’m here.
