And just like that car, Daniel kept going. “We want to go undercover and pose as scouts looking to sell at the auction.”
Which, since the other scouts had seen them pick her up, was believable.
“And me?” She didn’t need to ask. She knew exactly where she fitted into the plan. Still, something inside her wouldn’t make that jump on her own.
“You’ll pose as the slave we’re selling.”
* * * *
“I hate this place,” Trent said as he walked into the living room of the sprawling home, scowling as though it had personally offended him.
“You hate everything,” Daniel pointed out.
It was one of those quirks he’d been used to when they’d spent more time together. Daniel was the levelheaded one, Kyle the jokester and Trent the cynic.
“How can you hate this?” Kyle asked. “It’s basically a mansion.”
Trent curled his lips, darting his gaze around the room. “It’s toobig.”
“Big is good,” Daniel pointed out. “Big says we’re wealthy and assholes. Besides, Gregory assured us this will sell the story.”
Gregory.Daniel tried to repress the shudder from even saying the man’s name. He’d learned early in his career that to take down criminals, sometimes he’d have to work with people who seemed just as bad.
Gregory was one such man.
He’d been stalking an omega, using his connections to make her life hell, going so far as to abduct her at the end. That wasn’t what had made him useful, though. Instead, it was his involvement with the slavery ring.
He was more of a silent partner—the type who put money in and handled details but never actually attended, saw, bought or sold the girls. That had meant that when he’d been caught, he’d been quick to offer up information in exchange for a lighter sentence.
In this case, it meant helping to sell the story about the three alphas being scouts from out of town. That included this house with a paper trail that would sell their story of being associates of slavers in the eastern parts of the country.
“Do you think she’ll show?” Kyle asked.
“She will,” Trent said from where he stood, staring out of the window.
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I know that look in her eye.”
“She looked scared to me,” Kyle said, his voice softening. Then again, did any of them enjoy scaring women?
Maybe in some situations, but only when it’s consensual.
“The idea of her being scared of us after what she didtous doesn’t make a lot of sense,” Daniel pointed out.
Trent shook his head. “You two don’t get it. You’ve been dealing with the problem instead of the person for too long, and it’s always made you miss things. That girl is stubborn as fuck. She’s afraid, sure, but that sort of steel? She’ll be here.”
Daniel ran his fingers through his hair before broaching the topicnoneof them really wanted to address. “We haven’t done this in a long time.”
“We’ve never gone undercover as slavers,” Trent said, purposely missing the point.
Daniel used his best ‘I’m trying to be delicate, you idiot’ voice. “We haven’t co-topped anyone in a long time.”
At that, Trent turned, his expression pinched tight as if he were trying to hide whatever was going on there. “We aren’t co-topping shit. We are pretending to train a slave. That’s it.”
“And in pretending, we need to look like we’re doing what we did together for a long fucking time,” Kyle chimed in. He didn’t sound happy about it, but were any of them?
It brought back memories—a lot of really good ones—of back when the three of themhadbeen together, when they’d shared omegas, when they’d worked together to take apart a willing female. It had been a good life, no matter how it had ended.
