TommasoA couple of nights later, I sat at a small airport in the suburbs in the van Paige kept at the Haven. I was with Stan and a member of Killian’s syndicate, Salim, who spoke Arabic. Lyle had swept in as the broker of the deal to send the women to Egypt, getting all the details and promising to have the specific girls the buyer had already picked out. I knew from that that at least one of their team spoke English, but I brought Salim because I couldn’t risk this deal falling through for anything. And I didn’t want nuances of private Arabic conversations slipping by me. I grinned. Mostafa had no idea what was about to hit him.A black luxury sedan pulled up and just sat there. I rolled my eyes.“Go make introductions,” I said to Stan. I’d taken a look at the bodies, and he looked the most like the guy I suspected was the leader of the ring at the Devil’s Playground. “Figure out whether they’ve heard anything, then give us the signal.”Stan nodded and climbed out of the van with th
PaigeI lay on the four-poster bed Tom and I had shared for the past few months and tried to come up with something to do other than counting the beads in the embroidered canopy over my head. Tom was meeting with the Egyptians tonight, and every time I tried to do something to distract myself, I just messed it up. Half-folded laundry covered the room from my attempt at reorganizing the closet, I’d burned myself making hot chocolate, and when I tried to boot up my computer to do some art, I just ended up doom-scrolling social media instead. Everything led me back to Tom. Was he okay? Why hadn’t I heard from him yet? Had the middleman taken the bait and flipped on the bastard, or were we going to have to find a new in?I knew these bastards better than anyone. They didn’t value women. They didn’t value life.I grabbed my phone and opened the first app my fingers touched. A series of unopened texts appeared. A few from Lauren, just friend stuff. One from Lyle about using another AI progr
Tommaso“Hi,” Paige said breathlessly.“Hi.” I smiled despite the evening I’d had and the flurry of activity around me as the Egyptians boarded their plane. “How are you?”“Stressed enough that I’ll kill you if you make me do the small talk thing,” she said. “What happened?”I laughed. “All right, all right. It went well. Nobody’s hurt. Didn’t even have to fire a shot.”She exhaled sharply. “Thank God. Okay. But did they agree to help?”“Eventually.” I glanced in the window of the van at where Gamal sat with his hands bound behind his back. “They wanted to meet another day to discuss details, but I brought them around to my point of view.”“I thought you said you didn’t fire any shots,” she said wryly.“I didn’t!” I turned away from my captive. “We’ll just have a house guest for a while.”“What?”I took a deep breath. I’d given Paige the run of my house, our house, but there was one locked, hidden door she would never find unless I pointed it out to her. And that door led to the sub-b
PaigeI stood at the second-floor window overlooking the driveway and continued to gnaw at my fingernail like I had been since I hung up with Tom. I couldn’t stop thinking about the secret torture basement in the house I’d spent months in, how easy it would have been for Tom to turn into another bastard and put me right back where I was. Did he have anyone down there now? Had he, in the time I’d lived here? I might’ve yelled at him on the phone, but nearly alone in an empty house, the prospect scared me more than it pissed me off. How many bastards had lived under my floors without my knowledge?The black van pulled through the gates, and I plastered myself to the window. Tom hopped out first and circled around to slide open the side door. My heart pounded. Stan and Carp stepped out with a shadowed man held between them. My stomach flipped, and I pressed a hand to my mouth. That was the man who was going to be tortured in my basement. I’d have to go about my day to day knowing he was
PaigeTom kissed me back just as hard, just as hungry. Every press of his lips read like a promise.I am here. I am bigger than anything that could hurt you. I will let you fight your battles, but you will never stand alone. He took a few steps forward and crushed my back against one of the four posters of our bed. The wood pressed into my skin, warm and familiar. I gasped into his mouth, pinned between the solidity of him and our home. He took advantage of the brief distance between our mouths to rip my shirt and sweatshirt off over my head. Then, his jaw went slack.I blushed. Earlier in the night, I thought it might be nice to greet him when he came home in something a little sexier than the boxers and T-shirt I wore to bed, so I’d pulled out a set of lingerie I’d purchased on a whim last month. The bra—if it could really be called that—cupped my breasts in almost completely sheer, deep red lace.“No.” He shook his head. “Don’t blush. You’re perfect. You’re goddamn beautiful.”He
TommasoThe next day, I headed down to my office after Paige had left for the shelter. I hadn’t woken up to any panicked calls from Stan or Carp that Gamal had broken loose, so I wasn’t surprised when I found the two of them, looking exhausted, in the chairs in front of my desk when I arrived. Shift change.“You two look like hot garbage,” I said. “Have Miranda make you coffee and breakfast before you leave.”Stan nodded. Carp just rubbed his eyes.“Shit, I’ll have her make some for all three of us now.” I texted the chef to just bring in a pot of espresso and three cups when she had a chance.“I’m not as young as I used to be.” Stan shook his head. “But I don’t know what Carp’s excuse is. As guard jobs go, the kid was a fucking breeze.”“My excuse is that I did the recon for the airstrip job last night,” Carp muttered. “And he was a breeze if constant whimpering doesn’t make you want to kill a very valuable hostage.”“Whimpering?” I asked.Miranda opened the door with the pot of espr
Paige“Yeah,” I said to a family member of one of the new arrivals on the phone. “We can definitely pay for plane tickets as needed, but that’s going to limit the size of your party. Can you manage it with just two?” I scrubbed a hand over my face and forced myself to sound chipper. Despite falling asleep in Tom’s arms last night, I still had intense dreams that kept waking me up. Sleep dragged at my limbs, but the shelter needed me at my best.“I…I guess,” the dad on the phone said. “Anything for my baby girl.”“Fantastic.”We exchanged information, and I sent an email to the remote admin I kept on hand for when we needed to do a lot of organizing at once like this. She’d have the plane ticket in the guy’s inbox before I even stopped for lunch. I shook out my hands, tried not to dwell on how far away lunch felt, and strode out of my office.The common room was a riot of activity again. Now that the women had been through basic triage, we’d moved Dr. Martinez to one of the rooms we’d
TommasoI stood in the mouth of a dark alley, the full moon overhead casting the brick walls and trash cans in stark relief. Technically, I was supposed to meet Hal inside the alley, but I wasn’t stupid enough to corner myself when meeting an unknown element. In the back of my mind, I kept picturing my dad, hitting the ground in an alley just like this one and never getting up again. Stan swore up and down that Hal’s dad said he was a good kid, basically, just a little thick. I trusted Stan, trusted his sense of others. But I still placed my back against a wall and didn’t walk more than a foot into the alley. I owned enough cops in the city that I wasn’t exactly going to get picked up for loitering.A few minutes after the chosen time, someone sauntered up to me. A younger man, maybe a couple of years older than Paige, with a dense thatch of blond hair that stood up at all angles and a haze in his eyes that told me he’d imbibed something before our meeting appeared. I swallowed down a