She turned away from him.
He grabbed her hand from her lap and placed it on the table. He clasped their fingers together. His hands were huge, his grip hard, not gentle at all.
“I’m so fucking pissed off at you. You have no fucking idea what I’ve been going through.”
She looked up at him, and remained silent.
“Why did you hide out so long?”
“I had to. I was confused, and so hurt. You hurt me, Desi. They used me. I was so confused, but then I thought about all the things you told me. You were right. You were so right about everything,” she whispered and then lowered her eyes.
“Talk to me. Tell me about what happened. Tell me what those assholes did.”
She leaned into him as he released her hand and pulled her against the dip under his arm and chest.
“They said that they didn’t really love Maggie. That they used her, just like they were using me. They like sharing women.”
He placed his hand against her throat and jaw, holding her firmly so she was forced to look into his eyes. She was so scared, she couldn’t hold back the tears.
“You see. I told you that they were using you. They fucking killed Maggie. When Jose finds out the truth, he’ll knock them off. Just like he’s going to kill Luke.”
“Who are Jose and Luke? Friends?”
He slowly trailed his hand down her throat and to her breast. He cupped it, and she prayed that he didn’t feel the small wire and microchip thingy under the material. God, why didn’t she think he would touch her intimately?
He stroked her nipple, and then cupped her harder, moving his hand along the material.
“Desi, please. We’re in public.”
“I don’t care who sees or who’s listening in. These big, plump tits are mine. No other man will ever fucking touch you again.”
I don’t care who sees or who is listening?
Listening? Oh shit
* * * *
“He knows. Somehow the fucker knows. We have to get her out of there,” Nash stated to the agents. He looked at Riker who was straight faced with his fists by his side. They heard and they saw what he was doing to her. He was touching her, fondling her breast hard.
“We can’t. We have to wait this out. They’re surrounded,” Commander Samone stated.
“Sir, we got the name of the one running the operation. It’s Jose Ferguson. We ran a satellite image through the s
ystem to try and verify a location. We took a chance.”
“And?” the commander asked the agent.
“He’s in New York. He’s two blocks away.”
“Fucking A. We’re going to get this asshole. Let’s continue to monitor. Update everyone. Nash, Riker, get into position with the others.”
“No, sir. We don’t work for the agency anymore. We’re sticking with watching over Chastity,” Nash said, and Riker agreed.
“Okay. Let’s do this,” the commander said, and everyone moved into position.
* * * *
Chastity gripped Desi’s hand as he slowly pushed his palm between her thighs. Thank God she wore jeans. If she had worn a skirt, the man’s fingers would have been penetrating her by now.