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There’s also the shipment of women, so I’m not ready to break cover. I’m beginning to wonder if I have any choice. The strategies I’m running in my head aren’t great.
First, I need to do what Pablo asked. Bring Isabelle to him, clean. So that’s what I’m doing even though I hate every fucking second of this.
But she’s still alive.
She is still in my care—unlike Chloe, who I wasn’t able to save—and I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
I’m not saying my plan is morally good. I’m playing in the sandpit with dark and damaged individuals. So, I will do what needs to be done, and she can hate me for it when she’s sipping a whisky sour on Fifth Avenue once she gets home.
“Please,” she begs, tears falling down her face.
Jesus.
She’s not making it easy. I already feel like an asshole, and I haven’t touched her yet. I’m going to. I’ve wanted to since the moment I saw her, but not like this.
Actually,exactlylike this, but under much better circumstances.
I rub a hand down my face. “Izzy, can I call you Izzy?”
She nods, then shakes her head.
I almost smile at the hint of sass she shows me. Maybe in another life I’ll find her, and things could be different, because Isabelle Walton is one gorgeous young woman, and I’m pissed as hell that I never got to spend a night with her.
Even terrified out of her mind, standing before me half naked with water dripping down her creamy skin, she’s incredibly beautiful.
I’m a red-blooded male. I can’t ignore the way my body reacts to her. I’ve got a rock in my pants which makes me feel like a right fucking asshole, but it’s about to serve both of us.
Scared or not, I can see her desire.
I intimidate her, towering over her small but curvy frame and those deer in headlight eyes of hers keep landing on my chest and drifting to my biceps.
Yeah, baby, I’d love to have you underneath me too.
My dead father’s voice comes rushing into my memory, reminding me of my duty.You’re the big man now. I need you to take care of everyone if I don’t come home.
It’s a day I will never forget. One that has forged the life I’ve lived. He had been fixing the roof, and the ladder had collapsed as he was climbing down.
My job had been to hold it, and I’d been standing down there for ages, getting bored. I was twelve and wanted to go play with my friends.
The accident hadn’t been my fault, but when he came crashing down past me and landed with a thump, I had questioned it for a single moment.
The paramedics arrived, and he’d come to long enough for him to call out to me. I ran out of my mother’s arms to the stretcher when he gave me the job of looking after everyone.
I will, Dad,I had replied, forcing back my tears.
And never forgot it.
It’s why I joined the Marines and wasn’t there to protect Chloe.
It’s why Iwill get Isabelle home and find a way to ensure the two hundred women and girls are also returned to their homes and not sold off as sex slaves.
I had no fucking idea how, but it’s programmed into my DNA after that day.
Take care of everyone, Decker.
I will, Dad.
I failed Chloe, but I will not fail anyone else.
