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“You two plan to fuck around all day while I do all the work,” Cole says, rifling through papers on the table as the microwave dings. He gets up and pulls a plate of the defrosted dessert tray that Gaby has made from the microwave and brings it to the table.
I shake my head. “I can see you’ve been working hard getting the dessert ready,” I say, pouring us each a coffee as he hands us each a small plate.
“It’s for fuel,” Cole says, his eyes dancing with amusement.
“Works for me,” I say, reaching for the spatula to scoop a piece of the strudel off the dish and onto my own plate. I then give each of the men a piece, and when I place Cole’s on his plate, use the edge of the metal spatula to scrape some of the frosting along his piece and smear it onto my own.
“For fuel,” I say, smiling widely and laughing as Cole’s eyes widen with surprise.
“You see that, Matt. We need to set some rules for this woman of yours.”
I laugh, because setting rules for me is exactly what Matt has been telling me about, wanting to teach me. Like when he won’t let me move when he’s having his way with me. All the things, but for now we have our work cut out for us, and the rules I’m thinking about are starting to leave me with a moist center.
It takes methodical planning, and we have to call in the help of our intel team to get a tracker set. We work hard as the sun comes up and throughout the day, only taking a break to order sandwiches and wolf them down in between calls to our team and getting details in place. When we finish hours and hours later, we are all feeling the need to stand up, stretch, and move around. “I’ll put in an order for pizza,” Cole says as I contemplate what’s to come and walk out to the balcony.
“Can you catch the order when it arrives,” I hear Matt say as I glance back through the screen door I’ve left open and see him throwing some bills on the table. “I’m going to spend some time with Marenah,” he says.
“No problem. You need me to give you some space for a while?” he asks.
“Unfortunately, not,” I say, catching the smile he gives his friend before he joins me on the balcony and closes the door.
It’s turning dusk and the temp has dropped a bit, not cold this time of year but just a little cooler than earlier. I wrap my arms around myself. “You okay, Princess?” Matt asks.
“I will be once we get through tonight. Thank you both for all of your help. I really don’t know how I can repay you.”
Matt grasps me around the waist and pulls me to him. “You don’t have to thank us. We want to help,” he says, and I nod.
Cole opens the balcony door. “Hey, don’t mean to break up the moment, but we’ve got movement at one of the docks. If it’s what we think, things are going to go down fast. Brian and Jenny are in town, so we’ve got Keith for the night,” he says, looking at the two of us.
Matt scowls. “Who’s on point for Jenny?”
“It’s been taken care of. She and Brian are locked up tight. No one’s coming in or out of their penthouse. Relax dude,” Cole says.
“Let’s move, then,” Matt says.
When we walk out of the skyrise and onto the street, a sleek black Cadillac is waiting for us. Matt holds open the door and I hop in and slide over to make room as he gets in beside me, and Cole jumps into the front passenger seat.
“Let’s move this thing, Keith,” Cole says to the driver.
“Roger that,” he says, and I know he’s already been apprised to where we are going. The city traffic is not as congested as it could be, but in a state of hurry, we are crawling at a less than ideal pace until Keith veers off a ramp, puts his foot to the floor, and we finally start making some time.
We’re nearing the south side dock when the driver pulls off the road and shuts the lights down. Cole turns in his seat. “I just got word that our team has visual confirmation that we’ve got women, young boys, and girls in route. They have them in a truck, and they’re heading to the dock right now. This is the one, and we’ve only got one chance. Jay and Sheldon are out of the picture, they won’t be landing for a while. Dereck and Nick have their crews in place and they’re sending in backup,” Cole says.
“Roger that,” Matt says, putting his arms around me. “How much time do we have?” he asks Cole.
“Not long. The boat’s scheduled to leave in forty minutes, and intel has the truck clocked arriving in about thirty. It’s a ten-minute move, if that. Intel says they have a lift and move scheduled, so they must have the people in a pod that’s been placed in the truck. They’ll pull it forward, hoist it with the crane, load it on the boat just like they do with any other product, and that ship will sail right the fuck into a different country if we don’t stop it,” Cole says.
“When do we move in?” I ask.
“We’re positioned where we’ll see the truck go by. We’ll follow it to the dock and be in place in case something goes south, but we’ve got air support coming in, and our ground crews are in place.”
“Excellent,” I say at the very moment Keith lets us know the truck will be passing us in the next few minutes and to hold tight. We all wait, watching the traffic, and the minute a large semi lumbers by us, Keith pulls out behind it, and my chest tightens at the thought that if we don’t stop this vehicle, innocent people will be sold off into the world of modern-day sex slavery.
We are tailing close enough to keep the truck in sight, doing about sixty miles per hour, but Keith has allowed a discreet couple of cars’ distance to alleviate any suspicion, at least until we get closer to the dock. “What’s the plan when the truck exits to the ramp?” I ask.
“Don’t worry, Princess. We have inside help. Interpol is extremely interested in situations like this, and they’re sending their people in to provide support and backup,” Matt says.
Fuck! I knew his equipment was Interpol issue, but it’s clear that he has no clue that the division has been corrupted and that the same people he thinks are going to swoop in and save us could in fact be the same people that are in charge of trafficking millions of people to different countries every day.
