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Without my team beside me, I’d been doing it alone for six years. Calling them now is too dangerous, so I’m winging it.
While Isabelle was showering, I’d paced the floor working out a plan. I can’t abandon the other women. Yet if I’m forced to break cover and get Isabelle out, I won’t know the location or timing of the shipment's arrival.
Nor any others.
Six years, and I’ve only made a small dent. I know I’m only one man, and I know the sex trade is bigger than me, but I feel like I’d be letting down both Chloe and my father if I walked away from my undercover role in the cartel now.
The choice might not be mine.
I’m hoping Pablo will lose interest in Isabelle and let me have her. Then I can contact my Mack and have Isabelle picked up from a safe location.
Until then, I will protect her.
Which I will, but I can’t because of what’s about to happen next. And I’m feeling a little murderous about it.
“Izzy, I need you to do what I tell you when I take you to Pablo. He is the boss. Do that, and I will try to keep you alive.”
“Try?” she sobs, tugging her towel closer. “Why can’t I just go home?”
“That’s not my decision to make.”
“I’ll speak to Pablo. My parents. They have money and...he, well, they will pay.”
Jesus.
She has no idea the danger she’s in.
“Fuck no. Donotsay that,” I say, then begin to initiate my plan. I lock my eyes with hers and grip her face. “I took you, so you’re mine. We are going downstairs to get his permission for me to keep you.”
Isabelle tries to rip her face from my grasp and pushes at my chest. I hold her firmly, acting the bad boy gangster she’d expect me to be.
“No,” she cries.
“So be a good girl and if Pablo agrees, you will be given to me. Then we can have some fun.” I run my hand down her neck to the top of her breasts and she shudders under my touch.
Her nipples harden.
Fuck.
So does my cock. I know this should feel wrong, but good god, she’s gorgeous. Her wet, trembling lip. Her damp skin. The soft flesh of her breasts.
The lines are blurring, and I’m not sure if I’m playing a role or if I just need to so badly fuck this woman; I’m simply happy she is in my arms. My cock is taking all the blood which needs to be in my brain right now.
“Please,” she says, and I gaze into her blue eyes and see the same blend of emotions.
Desire and fear.
I slide my other hand further down and let my fingers drift between her thighs. “You want me to touch this sweet pussy and make you feel good?”
When she bites her bottom lip, I swear I’m this goddamn close to lifting her onto the bathroom cabinet.
“Look at your tits. They’re begging for my mouth, and I think you want me to suck on them. Don’t you? Say it.”
“No,” Izzy says softly with the most pathetic effort known to man.
I nearly smile, but at the same time I want to slap her and tell her she should be afraid of me and yelling for her freedom. Not biting her damn lip and gazing at me like a hot piece of ass. She’s so highly aroused my cock is aching right now.
I need to remember why I’m doing this.
