Page 11 of Taking What Was His

“I really am okay,” she told him.

“Well, I’m not, so hold me just another minute.”

She chuckled but stayed still and placed her hands on his waist.

He wondered how long he could keep it up. As a Dom, he knew he was pushing it, but the thought of letting her go made his guts and chest physically hurt. It took an effort to pull himself back and let her go. He inhaled and then stepped back. “Thank you.”

Beth straightened her shirt. “Well, I better get back.”

He nodded. “Are you ever going to look me in the face?”

She sighed and raised her head.

He smiled, greatly relieved when his desire for her was mirrored in her eyes. “Let’s get back.”

She turned and walked back to the room with the girls.

He watched her for a moment before he turned to one of the officers in the hall. “Stay with them until the feds get here. Have whoever’s in charge come see me.”

“Sure, Captain.”

Roman took one last look and went back to work. A few hours later, he was disturbed by someone clearing their throat. His gaze went from the top of the man’s head to his shoes.

“You’re a fed?”

“What tipped you off?” the guy said and grinned.

“Mostly the shoes,” Roman said and grinned.

The man chuckled, walked forward, and held out a hand. “Hello, Captain. I’m Agent Fuller from the FBI.”

Roman shook the man’s hand. “Have a seat. Do you want any coffee or water?”

“A bottle of water would be great.”

Roman leaned back in his chair and pulled a bottle from the small fridge he had behind his desk. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.”

Roman leaned back and rested his hands on his abs. “What do you have so far?”

“It’s a ring of human smugglers we’ve been on for a while.”

“Why are they still in business?”

“We want the head of the snake.”

Roman nodded. He understood that. If you didn’t get the main guy, they’d just start over again and cause more pain and just add more victims. “What’s going to happen to the girls?”

“ICE, Border Patrol, and we are working together on this. There are agents down with them right now.”

“What’s going to happen to the ten-year-old?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Do you know her father sold her? If he gets her back, the bastard will do it again.”

The agent nodded. “I agree. We’ll see if we can’t keep her and the thirteen-year-old here in foster. The rest have to go back. They’re all sixteen and older.”