There’s no team better suited to retrieve that cute little girl. “I’m in, and unofficially, so is the US Government.”
He chuckles. “Figured as much, mate.”
Chapter 25
I always hoped I’d be the one to tame the bad boy. It’s a stupid girly thing, the universal belief in vagina magic where men change after having some.~Milana Jacks,Sweet Dirty Wolf
Gwen
The sign on the building reads DC’s Correctional Treatment Facility. After processing, I lower to a cot, bring my heels to the mattress, and clunk my forehead to my knees.Stupid, stupid, stupid.I fucked up everything. Now Abbie’s on her way to Iran, I may never see her again, and I can’t help.
Recalling the divorce, I clench my fists. The judge should never have allowed Farid visitation rights, but as a lawyer, he had all the power and the money.
Ptooey.I spit on you, Special Agent Axel Wulf. I can’t believe I fell for his lies. He seduced me, and I let him. I am such a moron. If I had gone to the Feds instead of Henry, my daughter would be safe. The stakes had never been higher, and I failed.
My pity party halts when inmates curse at the overweight guard walking the hall between the cells.
Her boots stop in front of my bars, and she points her thumb down the hall. “You’ve been sprung, princess.”
I wipe my nose on the back of my hand and use the hem of my orange shirt to dry my eyes. “Who posted bail?”
“How the fuck would I know? Ask your damn attorney.” Despite her surliness, if I didn’t think she’d taser me, I’d kiss her.
After I sign and grab my possessions, I’m led into a dimly lit lobby where Quinn and the duplicitous, silver-tongued wolf wait.
Anger unlike any I ever felt before, boils up inside me. Arm back, my palm zooms. Before it connects with his cheek, he snatches my wrist and pulls me flat against his steely chest.
At first, I struggle, then surrender to his fierce kiss. His tongue plunders my mouth, his fingers pull my hair, and as he holds me in his arms, I realize what a fool I had been.
My designer-suited solicitor rolls his eyes, clears his throat, and taps Wulf on the shoulder. “We need to go. Our jet is waiting.”
Exiting the prison, I run to keep up with their long strides. “Wait? Did you find Abbie’s GPS signal?”
“Working on it.” Quinn opens the idling Town Car’s door, and we all jump in back.
Once we’re seated, Axel cups my cheek and holds my gaze. “Never doubt it. My feelings for you are real.”
“I understand.” Despite my body’s traitorous reaction to him, one heated kiss does not an apology make.
The liquid nitrogen in my tone does nothing to quench the fire in his gaze. “Lady. I care. A lot more than I should.”
Embarrassed, I glance at my lawyer studying his iPad, trying not to look as if he’s listening in.
I lower my voice to a whisper. “You used me.”
“No, Gwen. Stillman wanted me to, but I didn’t. If I recall, you were the seducer, and I was theseducee.” His damn dimple must have Blue Tooth, because it has a direct connection to my clit.
Shaking my head, I cover my cough with my fist to hide my grin. “That’s not even a word.”
Shoulder-Beyoncé, for once, has nothing to say as Axel closes his eyes and kisses the tip of my nose. “Promise me not to make any decisions until we get your daughter back.”
Oh my God. Abbie. How could I have forgotten? I extract my phone from my purse and hand him my SIM chip.
“We can track her with this.” Picturing her in a strange place, crying for Bun-bunny and favorite blanket, I swallow back tears.
Axel hugs me to him. “I remembered, babe. We used GPS to find her exact location. I’m sorry, but she’s already in Tehran. We’re headed there, now.”
We?Remembering my bail stipulations, I tap Quinn on the shoulder. “Won’t I get in trouble if I leave the country?”
