PaigeI slumped on the couch in the common area and picked at my nails. Tom had been gone for an hour already, but the fight wasn’t until tonight. When I’d be with him. Maybe.God, why did he have to say that? I didn’t care what Killian thought of me, and as much as I loved Sera now, I knew I would never want to be her, so her opinions of my decisions didn’t matter much to me. But Tom? Looking at me with love overflowing in his eyes and telling me he wanted me safe? It was un-fucking-fair, if I was being honest. My thumb started bleeding, and I stuck it in my mouth.Sam sat down next to me. “Amalia’s younger sister picks her nails when she gets bored.”“Neat,” I said around my bleeding thumb.He chuckled. “All right, direct questions only. Do you want to do something?”I looked around the state-of-the-art hotel room. Beautiful furniture everywhere, and absolutely nothing to do.“You’ll learn.” He reached into his pocket. “Any time you’re going somewhere upscale like this, bring your o
TommasoThe taxi stopped at a street corner a few blocks away from Zahur’s palace, and Killian paid the man. We got out together and looked around for a moment. The island neighborhood in the middle of the city reeked of diesel like everywhere else, but I could see parks, and there were occasional breaks in the constant stream of traffic. By comparison, it was almost peaceful.“It’s almost Manhattan.” Killian grimaced.I shook my head with a smile. “I think Manhattan might smell better.”He laughed sarcastically. “Now I know why people say you’re funny.”“Dickhead.”Killian looked around at the total lack of cover. “I’ve got an idea.”He walked confidently into a several-story bank. The powerful air conditioner shocked my system, but I followed his lead. He marched up to the counter.“Hello, I’m an international investor, and I need to see your roof.”The woman frowned, then called in Arabic to another teller. The man hurried over.“American?” he asked.Killian nodded. “Yes, I’m in ta
PaigeAs the sun started to dip toward the horizon, and I still hadn’t heard from Tom, I wandered into the third bedroom off the common area, the one where he’d sent all the items we’d hidden in a secret compartment in a cargo-hold before all the mercenaries arrived. The supplies to take care of the women we rescued. After talking to Sam, I realized I’d been spending too much time thinking about myself. This final bastard had kept me, tortured me, left me with permanent scars, but I wasn’t his only victim.I opened the bulging suitcase and looked over the spare sets of clothes, a couple dozen in every size. We had no idea how many women the bastard would have. Despite our free rein, McKenna and I had always suspected the little pod we lived in might be one of several throughout the palace, each holding another five or six women.McKenna. God, I hadn’t thought about her in a while. That visit had been just short of disastrous, but maybe I could reach out to her again. Tom gave her pare
PaigeI stared up into Tom’s green eyes, suffused with love and iron certainty. He would always find his way back to me. In any life, in any way he could. Even if I went back to Philadelphia alone, I’d carry him with me.Silently, I stood and moved the suitcase of supplies off the bed. Then, I straddled Tom’s lap and kissed him. He moved with me, soft and hard like the look in his eyes. Like I knew him to be. The love of my life and the monster who’d saved me, the mafioso and the Robin Hood. He ran his hands up and down my sides slowly, his fingers grazing the sides of my breasts but never settling on them. I cupped his jaw in silent agreement. We would go slow. We would make the most of the time we had before he had to leave.He leaned back, keeping me balanced on top of him, and ran his hands through my long, loose hair. When he released it, the strands fell around us like a curtain. I rubbed circles in the five o’clock shadow on his jaw, a sure sign he’d been busy all day. His tong
TommasoI stroked a few strands of sweaty hair out of Paige’s face and kissed her forehead.“Don’t tell me it’s time yet.” She wrapped her arm around my waist.I glanced at my watch. “I wish I could.”She groaned and nuzzled into my naked chest. “One last kiss?”I could never refuse her. I tilted her chin up and caught her dark eyes. Despite the humor she was trying to bring to the moment, a gulf of fear lay in her gaze like I’d never seen before any other mission. I dropped a kiss on her lips and tried not to let that shake me. She was scared because I was facing Zahur, one of the bastards who’d hurt her the worst. Now that we were already inside Egyptian borders, this really wasn’t any more dangerous than any other raid. So despite her clinging fingers, I pulled away from her and began dressing.“I love you.” She reached for the buttons on my shirt.I let her fasten them as I adjusted my pants. “I love you, too.”The first step I took away from her, still naked on the strange bed in
PaigeThe sun sat well below the horizon by the time I mustered myself enough to get up and rejoin my guards in the common area. Something heavy had taken up residence on my ribs, making every breath just a little shallower than I needed, and I couldn’t get it to go away.“Hey.” Sam leaned away from the table my security team was gathered around, revealing the pile of weapons and technology on top. “You want to play some more cards?”That couldn’t possibly be worse than sitting in the dark alone. I nodded and walked over to the low table that still held the remains of our poker game. Rico, Sam, and Eddie joined me. Thankfully, I’d already hustled Eddie. I didn’t have that in me now. Harry remained at the supply table, bent over a laptop that I didn’t want to ask about.Sam shuffled the cards. I checked the time on my phone: 9:02. Prayer call would be soon. Sam dealt the cards, two apiece.“Ante two,” he said. “And no dinosaur arms.”I tossed in two candied nuts and looked at my cards.
TommasoThe rented house displayed none of the chaos it had shown when I arrived this morning. The dozen cars sat in neat lines of six, all off and shut. Light blared from every window of the house, but even as I walked up to the front door, I couldn’t hear a peep. My stomach flipped. Had the spot been found?I opened the door to see hundreds of men creeping from room to room, all armed to the teeth. My split-second of panic vanished. We’d planned this perfectly. Now, we just had to execute. I stepped inside and grabbed the nearest guy, one of Killian’s.“Where is everyone gearing up?”“Up there, second and third doors.” He jerked his chin at the stairs. “Killian said we had to because if we couldn’t walk down the stairs quietly, he’d send us to sit on the plane rather than letting us blow everything.”That sounded like Killian. I patted the guy on the shoulder and headed upstairs. There was a little more activity here, men streaming into and out of the two indicated doors. I ducked i
TommasoI gripped the wheel tightly as we pulled out into the night. Killian sat in the front next to me, and men I didn’t recognize with their masks already on filled the back.“I see Paige decided to stay home,” Killian said. “She’s a smart girl.”Smart. Beautiful. Stronger than even Killian would ever know. That memory of her I had on the ride to the house, at her lowest but still finding the guts, the power, to glare at what she presumed was her new owner, returned to me. My worries melted away, and pure, concentrated rage filled my veins. Paige was so strong she inspired me, but she shouldn’t have fucking had to be. I couldn’t fix that, but I could keep one of the bastards who tested her resolve from ever doing it again.“Tommaso?” Killian said. “Did you hear me?”I grunted noncommittally. The time for conversation, for jokes, seemed over. I focused everything I had on picturing Zahur, his guts spread on his perfect marble floor before him. Maybe I’d take the time to cut him in t