PaigeI climbed out of the car I’d learned to drive over the last few months, a little red coupe Tom insisted on buying me because it matched my hair, and headed up to the door as the sun set behind me. After my meeting with Tom, I’d spent the rest of my day running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to get everything in order for an influx of women in only a couple of days. Lauren had too many clients to help too much, but she put together a list of potential new therapists, and everybody else pitched in where they could. I was pretty sure we could handle it.The door opened in front of me, and I startled back a step. Tom stood there with two overnight bags in his hands.“What—”“We have to head to the airport.” He grinned and offered one of the bags to me.“The raid isn’t until tomorrow.” I trailed after him toward his favorite car, which was in the driveway instead of the garage like usual. “What are you talking about?”He opened the trunk and dropped both bags in.
TommasoI stumbled off the plane in New York City, legs a little wobbly from the slightly more than a quickie we’d had on the plane until the pilot announced we needed to put our seatbelts back on.“So,” I said, “how would you feel about a couple of surprises?”She pouted playfully. “You know I love to know what’s going on.”I wrapped my arms around her waist. I knew Paige blamed herself for having been distant recently, too busy trying to get her shelter set up, but I also knew that I’d been busy, too. We split the blame.“What’s going on is that I love you.” I kissed her. “And I want to show it. I promise, almost nothing you’ve never done before. New places, same experiences.”She kissed me back. “One condition. I change before you take me anywhere fancy.”“Already in the plans.” I grabbed her hand and led her to a car I’d hired for the evening. “First stop is a designer who owes me a favor.”She smacked me. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to end up spoiled.”“Oh no.” I kissed the
PaigeDespite all my flirting—and the real intention I had behind it—when we got to the spectacular hotel room, I couldn’t do anything but strip out of the beautiful dress Tom bought me and topple into the massive bed. He stripped out of his suit and fell asleep next to me, equally naked. I cuddled into his cinnamon-scented chest, blinked, and when I opened my eyes again, the sun had risen. Tom’s warm skin clung to mine where the thin sheet didn’t separate us, and I stretched. Maybe I could wake him up with a little surprise before—Before the raid. The raid that I didn’t know the start time of. I sat bolt-upright in bed, my heart suddenly racing. What the hell was I thinking? This wasn’t just a vacation; this was a rescue mission, and one with a fickle Russian on the team.Tom yawned and wrapped an arm around my waist. “What’s going on?”“The raid’s today.” I stared out the window. “When is it? And you never took me shooting like you promised. I’m not good enough yet.”He kissed my b
TommasoI crossed my arms and leaned against the wall of the warehouse. “Where the fuck is he?”“Late.” Stan shook his head.“We should take him out for being a bad operator, if nothing else.” Carp kicked a rock between two of his feet. “It’s been a fucking hour.”Headlights cut through the darkness, and a car pulled up with a spray of gravel. A slim man climbed out but left it running. “Conti?”I stepped forward with my hand out to shake. “Dan. Than—”Another man climbed out of the car and marched over to me, then began patting me down without a word.“Gun,” the man grunted.Dan eyed me. “Leave it. For now.”“Good to meet you, too,” I muttered as his bruiser stepped aside. “If weapons are allowed, what are you looking for?”“Wires.” Dan crossed his arms. “I’ve heard Italians are rats.”I gritted my teeth. “Not this Italian.”His bruiser patted down the rest of my men, and when they passed, Dan finally let us inside. When he opened the door, BO and the reek of human waste wafted out.
PaigeI tapped my foot on the tarmac in front of the private jet and fiddled with my phone. I should’ve insisted on going with Tom, Morozov or no Morozov. Waiting here was like torture. I didn’t know what was happening to Tom, or the women, or anything. I didn’t even have anyone to goddamn talk to. If Tom didn’t make time in his schedule soon, I’d take myself to the shooting range to brush up. Maybe if Lauren and I went together, he’d trust her assessment of my skills. And it wouldn’t be bad to have someone living at the Haven who could use a gun.My phone vibrated, and I tapped on the notification immediately.A text from Tom: More women than expected. Gonna need a few trips with the cars.I frowned and started typing out a response. I couldn’t even remember how many cars he’d rented anymore, but I needed to make sure we had room at the Haven. Before I could reply, he texted again.Tom: And probably a few with the jet.My mouth fell open.Me: How many are there?Tom: Thirty-two.My s
PaigeI yawned as we taxied up to the Philly airport in the pale, pre-sunrise light. I’d texted Lauren before we took off, and she had everything ready. The door opened, and I stood.“Okay, ladies, we’re going to get into a few cars and head for the shelter. Your beds are all ready, but there’ll be a little bit of intake before we’re all allowed to pass out.” I smiled.A few of the women laughed weakly, but most of them just stared at me or clung to each other.Tom squeezed my hand as they started to pile off. “I have to head home,” he said. “Syndicate stuff.”I nodded. He wouldn’t be much help at the shelter right now anyway, and I didn’t know what he had to clean up after the raid. “Talk later?”He smiled and kissed my hand.I joined the women in the fleet of black cars waiting outside the plane. In the small space, as on the plane, the smell of them was inescapable. I hadn’t asked any questions about how they’d been kept, of Tom or of the women, but I could imagine from that alone.
TommasoWhen Paige still hadn’t arrived home after lunch, I climbed in my car. I knew it was stupid. I’d been meeting with my men all morning, talking over the information Lyle had already scraped from Dan’s computers and anything Stan heard in New York, and my eyelids dragged, but I just couldn’t fall asleep until she returned. I knew she’d be safe at the shelter, but I’d grown used to her presence snuggled against my side.I drove around to each of my warehouses. Business had been good over these last few months, but it had been good because I kept an eye on it. That was one piece of information I picked up from Killian that I was happy to take. My staff would work better for an attentive boss, and I’d be less likely to miss shit in general. Everything seemed to be running smoothly, and none of my foremen reported any trouble.Finally, I headed out of the city to check on what used to be Tony’s base of operations. I’d posted Teddy out there to keep a handle on the situation, and he
PaigeI slept through most of the day after the raid, but I returned to the shelter the day after that. I straightened my T-shirt and glanced at the blazer I’d thrown in the back of the car on a whim. Normally, I didn’t bother trying to look professional, but Lauren said a few of the families would be arriving to pick up the women we’d rescued from New York today. Part of me wanted to make a good impression, to actually seem like I knew what I was doing here. I grabbed it but didn’t put it on. I could always decide when I saw the families.The shelter was in chaos when I walked in. Staff and volunteers ran in every direction. I managed to grab Sera out of the flow.“What’s going on?” I asked.She shrugged a little helplessly. “Some kind of printer problem. Not all of the resource pamphlets are printed, and we don’t have enough for all the women that are leaving.”I grimaced. I knew we should’ve sprung for a new printer, not the secondhand one I found online. Sera bustled off, and I sp