Page 3 of No Escape

“She’s seventeen,” I grind out, basically proving his point.

I’d cut my own dick off rather than touch her with it.

“You can go fuck yourself for even asking.” Leo shoves himself out of his chair. “There’s no gray area when it comes to that.”

Easton glances between us. “The age of consent?—”

“Is completely irrelevant—” Leo snaps.

At the same time, I say, “I’m about to stab you in the fucking throat.” I shove myself to my feet, my entire body burning with indignation.

Easton appraises us closely and finally nods. “Good, you are correct. There is no gray area. Saylor Callahan is a child for three more months. I would have hated to end your contracts, and I still would have without hesitation.”

It takes several slow blinks to realize he was testing us, but I know Easton well enough to understand he’s not fucking around. If he had even an inkling to believe we touched a client—especially an underage client—he would kill us without a second thought.

And truth be told, I wouldn’t blame him.

In this job, you either retire on good terms, or if you fuck up so epically that the company chooses to terminate your contract… Well, that just means you better watch your back because another team is coming to put an end to your life.

It’s hard to be self-righteous when I kill people as a profession, but there are some lines even contract workers won’t cross. At least the ones with a sliver of their soul intact.

I might not have many morals, but I have limits firmly drawn in the sand, and I don’t stick even a toe over them.

Leo and I are on the same wavelength about all of that. It’s what makes us such a solid team.

“They expect to release Saylor in two days. Senator Callahan has a campaign tour he can’t miss. They’ve asked that we coordinate her pickup and safe return to their home.” Easton cuts his eyes between me and Leo. “Is that going to be a problem?”

My chest gets tight.

I’m fond of Saylor. She’s introverted, smart as hell, sarcastic when she gets to know you, and just all around a sweet human being. She’s got a bright future in front of her, even if her designation will make it difficult.

Honestly, she’s a dream client. She rarely goes out, despite being a senior in high school, and she always follows our instructions without second-guessing why it’s necessary.

And still, I can’t go back to living on-site with her.

Not gonna fucking happen.

I know my limits well, and I’m not going to put myself in a situation where I have to scent her perfume.

Not ever again.

It’s too big of a risk.

She’s the most potent scent match I’ve ever smelled, meaning we need some boundaries in place…now.

My head shakes, but it’s Leo who speaks.

“We need a transfer effective immediately.” He clears his throat, crossing his arms over his chest. “You should inform the senator that our job as personal security does not double as a babysitter when they want to leave their teenage daughter at home to fly across the country.”

She’ll be eighteen at the beginning of January, but in all the time we’ve been employed by the senator, Saylor has basically watched herself.

If she was more of a typical teenager, they’d have had a real problem on their hands. But again, just because she can be trusted to look after herself, it doesn’t mean she shouldhaveto.

My teeth grind together. “She’s going to need time to recover from being knocked out to ride out the heat. They’ve been dreading this day. Callahan’s wife treats her even more like shit than the senator does.”

If I had to take a guess, that’s because the new Mrs. Callahan isn’t an omega, and she’s jealous as hell that Saylor is.

Logan Callahan is an alpha, but he lost his wife when Saylor was twelve.

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