“We got there, ready for anything—the twins are martial arts experts, remember—and we were all carrying.”
“Guns?”
“Yes.”
“Are you allowed to? I mean…?” I frowned.
“No, obviously not. It’s not legal to carry a handgun in this country.” He switched his attention to my other breast, lazily swirling the water over my hardening nipple. “But sometimes…sometimes the law doesn’t stand up, and then we have to break it.”
“For good?”
“Yes, exactly for good. The end justifies the means. And these assholes who had the women would be carrying, we knew they would be. There was a lot of money at stake, and they’d kill to keep their cash.”
“Money?”
“They were selling the women, to the highest bidder. Sick fucks.”
“Ick, that’s so gross and…well, there are no words.” The poor women. How awful. I was beginning to understand why my man had felt there had been no option but to act.
“So we got there, this grim place, and pretended to be interested in apurchase.” He paused. “And then the shit hit the fan.”
“Go on.” I was no longer staring at the tap. I’d conjured a vision of a tumbledown farmhouse with cages of women and Mitch and the twins arriving to save them—weapons pulled like something from a movie.
“We found the women, there were a lot of them, ten perhaps, and we were negotiating.” He swallowed, the soundloud by my ear. “One of the women, she got hold of a gun, not one of ours, the guy who’d grabbed her. She was a damn good shot, took him out, right between the eyes.”
I gasped. “She shot him. Dead.”
“Yeah, baby, she did, and he deserved it. He’d just admitted to raping her and was about to sell her into a life of slavery and abuse.”
“Oh my God.”
“And then, well, bullets started flying. We came off best, though, all three of those cunts were dead within seconds.”
“You didn’t come off great.” The images in my head were getting bloodier.
“But I’m alive. Alive and holding the woman of my dreams in my arms in a hot bath.” He smoothed his hands over my torso as though convincing himself he was in reality.
“I suppose that’s true.”
He fluffed his fingers through my wet pubic hair.
A tingle of desire went through me. “And the women?”
“All free to get on with their lives. They went home from what I hear.”
“That’s a relief.”
“So you see, the guys cleared up the mess at the farmhouse, no evidence. The women are safe, and those scumbags are burning in Hell, so what was the point going into the details with my work colleagues. There’s nothing else to be done by the police. We’d sorted it. It’d just be a load of paperwork.”
“And you’d have been in trouble for carrying.” I was quiet for a moment. “But surely there is some evidence at the farmhouse, I mean…bodies…”
“That got sorted, they won’t be found.”
“But how? I don’t understand—”
“You don’t want to know.” He slipped his finger between my pussy lips, the water making his skin glide over mine. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.
A tremble caught in my stomach and suddenly the water felt even warmer.
