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“A trafficking operation?”
“Not exactly. Buying slaves is more of a side project. His way of finding the bright side, I suppose. Little bits of good during his long years of bad.” He sighs. “This newest slave was different, I guess. I don’t know how or why or what exactly happened, but Ronan broke just about every rule in his book for this guy, and now he’s asking us to help keep him safe until… well, I’m not sure until when. Maybe until his operation is over? Or until the man is ready to leave with a new identity? We didn’t have much time to talk about it.”
“Why can’t this man go wherever the other slaves he saved go?”
“Because one of those rules he broke?” Jake pauses, his blue eyes meeting mine. They’re sad. “Was falling in love.”
I nod slowly. “Ah. Rookie mistake.”
“A mistake that seems to be catching lately, hey?”
“Seems to be.” I climb out of my chair and into his lap, resting my head on his shoulder so I can watch out the plane window. “I’m very glad for it, though. You making that mistake.”
“Mmm.” He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. “I could never call falling in love with you a mistake. More like an ill-advised move that turned into something fucking amazing.”
I press a kiss to the side of his neck. “Fucking amazing.”
“Isn’t it?”
“I meant the view,” I tease.
He huffs, his fingers finding my sides and wiggling until I’m a giggling mess writhing in his lap. Then he turns me around so we can both look out the window. Just below us is a narrow line of sea inlet that’s gray-blue in the barely rising sun. On one side, purple-black mountains rise up out of the ground. On the other, a small stretch of green grass that I can already tell is where we’re going to be landing.
“It is a good view,” he murmurs in my ear. His hand sneaks under the sweatshirt he dressed me in, fingertips skating along my spine. “Not as good as the one I plan on enjoying when we get home, but good nonetheless.”
I curl further into him, my cheeks hot. Travis is nearby. So is Maison. Despite feeling all flustered, my cock stirs in interest. From the way Jake chuckles softly, I know he feels it.
“Three minutes,” Travis says. “Probably not enough time to finish whatever the two of you are about to start, unless you’re embarrassingly fast, Jakey-boy.”
Jake gives Travis a middle finger while I turn my attention back to the window. We’re descending. The plane starts to tremble a little as the landing gear comes out. I can just make out a large, dark object beneath one of the trees on the very edge of the grass. As we get closer and closer, I realize it’s a vehicle. A black SUV.
Then the plane hits the ground. Not in a dramatic, crashing sort of way. Just in a landing sort of way. I still wince. Especially as my mind unhelpfully reminds me that we’re not landing on a proper strip or with any additional help if something goes wrong.
I sigh in relief when the plane comes to a full stop.
“Stay here.” Jake slides me off his lap and onto the seat I was in before. “We’ll be back.”
“Okay.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead before hitting his feet and pulling on his coat. The guys exit the plane, Maison taking point, Travis second, Jake last. I press my face to the glass, thankful the SUV’s headlights and the plane’s exterior lights are on so that I can see.
A man exits the SUV. He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans, a black shirt, and a light tan suede bomber jacket. Travis and Jake go to him while Maison lingers near the plane’s stairs. He shakes their hands and says something that makes Jake’s shoulder shake a little with a laugh. Then he runs a hand through his hair and turns toward the SUV, gesturing at it.
And I see his face in the headlights.
The reaction the sight brings out in me is nearly violent. I actually shout. No one is here to hear me, but I shout.
My legs are weak when I force myself out of my seat and to the door of the plane. I can hear voices. Can see movement near the SUV. I have to grab onto the railing of the plane’s stairs with a trembling hand to keep from falling. Maison turns to look at me, his eyebrows pulled close. “Jake wants you to stay-”
“Fuck off,” I try to growl at him. It comes out as a hoarse whisper instead. “Just… fuck off.”
“Casey-” Travis says when I approach him.
I don’t even bother giving him a response.
When Jake puts a hand out for me, I nearly fall from how quickly I jerk out of his reach.
“Baby boy, I can expl-”
