Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Sometimes, we need to remind ourselves why we’re doing this. I’m not a good person, but there is a morality to my reasoning. We’re doing this to save the women and children who are still being held captive and to prevent anymore of them being taken.
Harper grasps my hand and gives it a squeeze before she says, “I know, Dante. Thank you for the reminder.” I can still hear the pain in her voice, but I know she’ll be okay. She’s stronger than she thinks.
“Right, little mouse, let’s get inside.”
I press a kiss to her knuckles before exiting the car. She follows me as we make our way inside. The house is silent, and I wonder if Rayne is sleeping. It’s still early, so she should be around.
“Gym?” Harper suggests, and as we enter the large training room filled with equipment, we find our blonde beauty.
When we walk in, Rayne looks up and smiles as she sets down the weights she’s been using. I’ve been training them both to fight, to defend themselves if the need ever arises. I would never allow either of my girls to go on a job without me, but I worry when they’re out on their own shopping or having lunch in the city.
“We might have a lead,” Rayne says as she comes up to kiss both me and Harper. “Falcon has been helping me hack into a database that popped up on the dark web.”
“Oh?” I arch a brow, intrigued by what information this could give us.
“We discovered a few names on there we haven’t seen before. The Fallen will check out the ones living in the States, but there were a couple in Europe and one in London that could be an important lead. It’s a name I recognize because he used to own me.”
I look at Harper then back to Rayne. “It seems we’re heading to London, then.”
It’s been a while since we’ve traveled to the Big Smoke, but we’re only a few hours flight away, so it’s worth checking out any leads that crop up.
“I’ve already called ahead. The pilot is ready and waiting,” Rayne tells us with a smile.
I want to end this more than anyone, but I know we still have a long way to go. I’ve a feeling we’re going to discover a lot more names in the coming months.
“Every time we eliminate one of these monsters, more of them pop up. And it worries me,” I tell them.
“Why?” Harper asks as she looks at me.
She looks calmer now, less agitated, and I want to smile. I don’t, but I want to.
“It worries me because it means this is never ending. It’s a continuous circle of trafficking.”
“It will end.” Harper’s assurance comes with a smile. But I can read the trepidation in her eyes.
One thing I’ve learned about my little mouse is that she hates killing. It doesn’t matter what they’ve done. It seems to hurt her. Whereas I can end a life without blinking and enjoy every moment. I savor their agony and pain.
Rayne is different again. She will always make sure the person in question is guilty beyond any reasonable doubt. Then she’ll do her job, walk away, and never talk about it again. Perhaps that’s not a good thing. But it’s the way she handles it.
I turn my focus back to Harper. I know there’s one thing that will calm her down.
“Come here,” I order, crooking my finger at her, and she obeys immediately. “I think you need a distraction before we get on that plane.”
“Oh?” Her mouth pops open. “And you think you’re going to be able to distract me, do you?” Harper challenges with a sly grin curling her lips.
I love how gentle and submissive both girls can be at times, and I know they enjoy the dominance I offer them. It’s a back and forth of our needs and desires that works perfectly.
Harper’s bedroom is dimly lit with the gentle glow of a bedside lamp. It offers a golden hue to her naked flesh as she crawls toward me. I grip her face between my thumb and forefinger, and holding her head so she can’t move, I lean in and press my lips to hers.
“Lie back, little mouse,” I order, and she moves quickly to obey.
Standing at the foot end of the bed, I grip her ankles and tug her toward me before making quick work of ripping the leggings she’s wearing into shreds.
“Those were my favorites.” Her mumbled complaint doesn’t go unnoticed, but I drop to my knees on the floor, and spreading her legs, I look up at her from between her thighs.
“Were they now?”
Before she can answer, my fingers are stroking the fabric of her panties. The movement causes her to shiver, and I can’t help but smile.
Rayne joins me from the side of the bed, dropping to her knees beside me. We both move in for the kill. My lips capture the smooth, soft skin of Harper’s inner thigh while Rayne kisses and bites her way up toward Harper’s belly button.