TommasoI scrubbed a hand through my dark curls in the wake of Riccardo Marino. How the fuck had he gotten in here? What the fuck had I just agreed to?Well, I could answer one of those questions now.“I have to deal with this,” I said to a stunned-looking Lyle.He nodded. “Do you want me to…uh…”“Tell everyone?” I supplied.Lyle nodded again.“Tell Stan,” I said with a sigh. “And Carp and Teddy. No one else yet.”Then, I stormed out of the room, leaving Lyle nodding like a bobblehead behind me. My house, the one I’d slaved over designing, the one I’d dreamed of for years, blurred in my view. What the fuck was the point of spending all this time on my goddamn house if fucking Riccardo Marino could just walk in the front door? I had a state-of-the-art security system and damn near half a dozen guards around the gate. Killian never had to deal with problems like this.I flung my front door out of the way, barely noticing how it careened into the siding. A couple of guys at the gate jump
Worst Best CasePaigeLauren, Sera, and I sat in a wide circle around Cat on the bed we’d more or less assigned her. She hugged her knees tightly to her chest and wouldn’t look at any of us.“We’re not just a shelter,” I said quietly.Lauren and Sera both looked at me sharply. I ignored them.“We also rescue women in bad situations. And if you were in one of those, especially one where you were maybe being moved from place to place, we need to know so we can save other women, ones who didn’t have a chance to run away.”“I didn’t have a chance. I made one,” Cat hissed. But she peered at me through her lashes. “Is that true?”Sera nodded. “My fiancé and I help.”Cat looked at Lauren, who shrugged. “I’m just a therapist they picked up to help with the aftermath.” She smiled at me.“They held me in a dog crate,” Cat blurted.My heart skipped a beat. I’d known, deep down, that she’d been trafficked, but part of me still worried until she said that.“Not just me,” she continued. “A lot of…o
TommasoI patted Stan on the shoulder outside what used to be the Devil’s Playground. Sometime in the last ten years, it had been abandoned, and weeds grew around its red façade. Stan nodded at me. We hadn’t bothered with the cop ruse, just masks like when we hit Phil Sinatra, and the couple of guys Stan could muster on short notice milled around us.A dark car pulled up behind me, and I whirled as Killian climbed out with a few of his guys.“You’re an idiot,” he said by way of greeting.“I’m saving lives,” I replied.“You’re leaving witnesses.” Killian gestured at the sparsely populated street. Most of the buildings were industrial or garages like this one, but there were a few houses.“Every cop in town is in one of our pockets, and any civilian around here probably has more than enough reason not to ask the cops to come looking.” I pulled on my mask. “Are you in, or are you out?”Killian sighed and pulled out his own. “I’d have called if I were out.”Stan tried to hand me a walkie-
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
PaigeI stood in the vestibule outside of the chapel, clutching my flowers, my heart hammering in my chest. Organ music belted through the doors, and I was just waiting for my cue.We all were. My two bridesmaids, in simple maroon dresses, stood ahead of me. Like she could feel my eyes, Lauren turned back and winked. I smiled. The dress looked spectacular on her, and I’d promised up and down that Tom would invite enough handsome men for her to go home with a date. This, of course, had been complicated by Tom choosing Killian and Stan as his two groomsmen. While I liked the older man, and he kept Lauren laughing, I didn’t exactly see the two of them as a couple.Mom stepped up next to me with a smile. Her mother-of-the-bride dress, a deep burgundy gown with gold accents, caught the light and sent it dancing. “Are you excited?”I inhaled sharply. “I kind of can’t stop thinking about the seating chart for the reception. Who have I become?”She laughed. “Your father.”Tears beaded in my e
KillianI sat behind my desk and looked out over my men. Tommaso took his usual seat. Adrian hovered in the corner like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself yet, just like he had at the beginning. Patrick was still laughing about spilling his wine. Just like old times. I stood and started pouring everyone drinks.“So,” I said, “do you have an update on the warehouses, Adrian?”He started toward my desk, then paused. An odd moment passed. It wasn’t really my desk anymore. I’d left the hunk of wood behind because I had no need for it on the island, and he’d loaded it down with computers in my absence. Despite that, I’d never seen anyone sit behind it but my father besides me.I offered Adrian a drink. “Sit.”He nodded. “Didn’t want to step on your toes. The situation is pretty simple, all told, but I can tell there’s a certain amount of grace I’m supposed to be handling this foreman with, and I don’t—”Tommaso joined me at the bar to pour. “Do you remember that foreman in the so
PaigeI tucked my arm through Tom’s and straightened my long, floral romper. He kissed me on the cheek, then knocked on the door. Joyce swung it open.“Hello!” She welcomed us both in with hugs. “Mr. and Mrs. Ricci are in the drawing room. Please, come in.”We let ourselves be bustled through the door, the wine we’d brought carried off to the kitchen, and our coats taken to some closet somewhere in the mansion. Adrian used it as a base of operations when Killian and Sera weren’t home, so I’d been here a few times since the wedding, but I’d never felt comfortable here. Finally, we were led to the closed doors of the drawing room, and Tom opened them with a smile.Inside, we found not only “Mr. and Mrs. Ricci,” but also Olivia and Patrick, Adrian and Penny—who still wouldn’t even talk about their dance at the wedding—and Sera’s mother and brother, as well as Lauren. Sera leapt up to greet us, and Killian followed a few paces behind. I threw myself into the hug just as much as Sera did—I
SeraI folded a T-shirt and put it into Killian’s suitcase. “Are you sure we need to leave so soon?”He chuckled and took the T-shirt back out, then replaced it with a suit shirt. “Very, unfortunately. Adrian is in the middle of a difficult situation with one of the warehouses, and he needs a steady hand to guide him through.”My stomach churned at the thought of leaving the villa. We’d only been here for a couple of months, and we’d promised everyone we’d return, but dammit, I wasn’t ready yet. Lazing around the villa and having sex whenever the mood took us was way too fun to stop after only a few months.“But we’ll be back soon, right?” I asked like I didn’t already know.“Cara mia.” Killian took my hands. “What is happening in that head of yours?”I sighed. “I don’t know. The thought of leaving just make me kind of sick. We just got away from all that. I don’t want to be scared again.”He studied me for a long moment. “You do look a little pale. How sick is this making you exactly
PaigeI squeezed Tom’s hand in the car on the way to the airport.“Sad to be leaving?” he asked.I smiled. “Always. It’s so magical here.”He laughed. “Not just saying that because we’ve spent most of the vacation in bed?”I ran my free hand up his leg. “No, we have weekends for that at home.”“Fair enough.” He kissed the back of my hand. “I do like going on these little vacations, though. It’s a nice escape for a few days.”I nodded. I really was going to miss Paris, but I wouldn’t have wanted to stay much longer anyway. Lauren had been texting me updates about the shelter, especially the new one as women settled in. I kept thinking about how much I was missing, how much they needed me there. And I knew Tom was feeling the same. Apparently, Lyle had his sights set on someone new, and Tom was itching to pull the trigger. Anybody else would probably think we were freaks, desperate to leave a luxury vacation to get back to our grueling jobs. But those people didn’t realize just how much
TommasoWhen I told Paige I’d set everything up for another two days in Paris, she’d immediately insisted we spend a day shopping. I put up a cursory front of complaints, but in truth, I was perfectly happy following her from store to store and carrying her bags. Even better, she loved it when I made jokes about some of the worst, frilliest, most French things we came across. She laughed and joined in. For years, I’d heard men complaining about shopping with their girlfriends—fiancées—saying it was the most boring thing in the world, but even if we weren’t laughing up a storm as we paid our way through the most expensive boutiques in Paris, I still would’ve been having a ball. The sun was shining, she kept looking at the ring I’d put on her finger with a soft wonderment I’d never seen in her eyes anymore, and my face hurt from smiling. Paige and I could’ve made a hell of an afternoon out of reading the phone book.“Stop!” she said.I froze, my free hand twitching toward the gun I’d hi
PaigeI didn’t know how long Tom and I lay there, listening to the fireworks and seeing the very top of their arcs through the sliver of windows accessible from the floor. I pillowed my head on his chest and enjoyed the steady beat of his heart. Engaged. The last time I was here, I’d been on the cusp of recovery, just starting to make strides toward the person I was today. Now, I wasn’t done—I didn’t know if there was a done for traumatized people or people in general—but I was so much better, stronger, happier than I had been.The last time Tom and I were in Paris, I’d thrown myself at him and chickened out. As much as I could stay at a private view of the Eiffel Tower, I wanted to show him just how much had changed. Just how much I meant the “yes” that had fallen so easily from my lips. I rolled on top of him.“What do you say we take this back to that hotel room you picked out?”Tom grinned and pulled me down for a kiss. I pressed myself against him, feeling every line of his body.
PaigeI sat across from Tom in an empty, stunning restaurant in the middle of the Eiffel Tower with my head spinning like the three sips of wine I’d had with the appetizer were enough to make me drunk. He’d really rented out the Eiffel Tower. And not one floor, the whole thing. We’d ridden an empty elevator, the two-Michelin-star chef kept coming out to tell us why he’d selected particular dishes based on the information Tom had given him about our preferences, and I couldn’t hear anything but the soft classical music over the speakers. It felt like a dream.Tom took my hand. “So?”“So what?” I asked.“Was the surprise worth it?” He grinned.I looked over his suit, a forest green that brought out his eyes, worn without a tie. His dark curls tumbled into his face. I’d never seen him look so perfectly put together and so casual. He looked…well, he looked exactly like the man I’d fallen in love with. Nothing like the one who’d scared me so badly all those months ago in Cairo.“I get the
TommasoDespite how much I wanted Paige to keep that little black dress on, we had a few hours before the Tower officially emptied out for our use. I talked her into putting on something a little more walkable and keeping the lingerie on. As if to punish me for my restraint, she picked a pair of tiny, wide-legged shorts that showed the tops of the garters attached to her stockings every time she moved and a fitted blouse. I changed and somehow convinced myself to leave the hotel room instead of stripping everything off her and spending the hours in bed.She took my hand as we stepped into the lobby. “I should’ve known. When you plan a surprise, it’s never just one thing. Where are we off to first?”“So nosy.” I smiled.“You’re right, I’ll stop asking.” She slid the room key out of her pocket and fiddled with it for a second, then dropped it. With a small smile, she bent at the waist to pick it up, exposing those garter straps again.I grabbed her waist and hurried her the final few st