Paige“What?” I asked Tom, but my phone beeped, signaling he’d already hung up. Shit. Okay. I knew he seemed antsy to get this finished when he’d left, but I expected at least a couple of hours to pass before he had results. I texted Lauren the short string of emojis we’d come up with to signal a big group of newcomers, in case police ever subpoenaed our message history, and raced out of my office for the van we kept parked in the back for situations just like this. Lauren would handle everything here while I managed pickup and transportation.Behind the wheel of the van, I drummed my fingers on the steering column. Traffic crowded the normally empty road, but that didn’t worry me until I heard the whine of a siren. Tom had “handled things” in the kind of way that made cops show up. I’d gotten good at talking to them over the last few months, managing everything from domestic violence situations to stuff like this, but transfers always went cleaner when we didn’t have to grapple with
TommasoI leaned heavily on the drink cart in my office as I poured drinks for everyone who had returned with me. My heart still pounded in my chest, adrenaline and anger from the raid making my movements fast and precise. The women had looked worse than any I’d ever seen. I had been right not to wait.“They did have a shipment going out in a couple days.” Lyle typed on the computer he’d disappeared with before the cops even showed. “Egypt, five girls.”I turned with a hungry smile and gave Lyle his gin first. He lifted the drink to me but barely looked up from the screen.“Name?” I asked as I handed Killian the whiskey he preferred instead of my scotch.“Mostafa,” Lyle said.I frowned as I poured scotch for Stan and myself. It could still be Zahur. He could be using a fake name. I knew, deep down, that there had to be other human trash in Egypt, other monsters who would buy women, but I’d seen Paige when she escaped him, and I’d seen the women this afternoon. I couldn’t help seeing t
PaigeEven the summer sun had set by the time I trudged into the kitchen after work. Tom looked up from where he sat at the counter with a plate of lasagna, dark bags dragging under his eyes.“Had an easy one, then?” I asked.He laughed, and I fell into helpless laughter with him. Today had been so long, so strange, so sudden. Coming home to him felt like setting the world back on its axis, and the laughter was pure relief. I wiped tears from my eyes and went to grab a plate of lasagna.“You know what? Fuck this.” Tom stood.I frowned at him. “What?”He opened a chest under the now-empty coat rack and pulled out a blanket. “It’s a beautiful summer night. We have a beautiful yard, and we both had long days. Let’s go enjoy something.”I grinned at him. It was hard not to love him when he found life’s little pleasures amidst the nightmares like this. I piled my plate high with lasagna, grabbed the first bottle of wine I saw, and followed him outside.We didn’t go far, just far enough tha
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