Page 130 of The Vigilant

“You’re mine, little wasp. Mine,” he repeated low, driving into my body like he was driving the sentiment home. Like he was burying it in the deepest recesses of me where I’d never be able to remove it.

“Yours, Daddy,” I choked out.And I love you.

The unstoppable notion was like an accelerant on the ravenous fire eating through me. It devoured my cells, drunk from my veins, and stole the oxygen from my lungs. My mouth opened and shut as though it wanted to say the words—tried to form them on my tongue—but nothing came out. Nothing but the hot stream of tears down my cheeks.

I was in love with Tynan.

“That’s it. Give Daddy’s cock one more if you want my cum,” he cooed, angling his hips to make sure that his piercings hit that overstimulated spot inside my pussy. “Give me everything.”

My back bowed, and I came so hard my vision went black. I knew nothing but the crash of pleasure through me, followed by the deep roar from the beast underneath me as he came, warmth flooding the depths of me that only had room for more of him.

“You’re mine, little wasp,” he said after minutes, turning us back on our sides but making no move to leave my body. “And I will always be yours.”

The following morning, we loaded into the blacked-out sedan for the second time. It seemed so similar but couldn’t have felt more different than the first time a week ago.

Rob donned her chauffeur’s outfit while I slid into the back seat with a very grumpy-looking Tynan. He didn’t like the black dress Rob gave me to wear. Didn’t like how short and how see-through it was. But I had a role to play.

Meanwhile, Harm, Dare, and Creed rode out ahead to have early eyes on the warehouse—doing their best to ensure we weren’t walking into a trap—while Rhys set up in the office to monitor surveillance.

I didn’t think we were. Based on the communications and our intel, Carson put off the meet until today because he was busy getting ready for Amir and Uzair Shazad’s arrival all week. Partnering with Amir in his North American heroin operation was the endgame; this trafficking business and supplying Uzair with unwilling women played second fiddle to the billion-dollar drug industry.

Still, the element of surprise was our only play—and some good acting on my part.

As soon as the door closed, Tynan gripped my thigh hard enough that I’d wear his fingerprints later. At some point, the marks he left on my skin had become my favorite tattoos.

“I’m going to be fine,” I told him.

“And I will kill anyone who tries to make you not fine.”

I turned to him, waiting until his gaze found mine before I said, “So will I.”

And then we were on the road. It took a little over an hour to reach the warehouse on the outskirts of San Francisco, and his hand never left my leg the entire time.

“Pulling in,” Rob said through our comms.

“Got your visual,” Harm replied.

“We’ll move around back and start to clear from the other side,” Creed confirmed.

We’d enter through the front; Creed and Dare would enter through the back exit on the far side of the building, clearing out any cavalry that could be lying in wait.

The car slowed as we pulled up to the main bay, a single guard outside waiting for us. He keyed in the code to open the door, and I felt myself tense as we drove slowly past, his eyes squinting to try to see inside the vehicle.

“He can’t see,” Tynan assured me, and it would’ve made me feel better if he hadn’t removed his hand at that moment, preparing for what came next.

“I have eyes on Carson. Four men with him,” Rob said.

Five men. Five wasn’t bad. I breathed just a tiny bit easier. This was what we’d hoped—that he’d only bring a skeleton crew of guards for this meeting because the location of the warehouse,the business of trafficking unwilling women, and Carson’s involvement in it weren’t the kind of facts he wanted widely known.

I squinted out the window, searching for any sign of Mara or any other women held hostage in the towering rows of shipping containers and crates that seemed to stretch endlessly down this side of the building.

“Ready?”

I turned and looked at him, my big stoic protector—the man who’d lost so much yet would do anything—risk anything for me, including losing me. My heart thudded. I loved him.

I’d never had a good example for what that word meant. My entire life had been filled with those who claimed to love me, then disappointing me—and leaving me. But then I was delivered to Tynan’s doorstep, and without realizing it, he hadn’t just given me love. No. How did one recognize love without knowing what it was?

Tynan hadn’t just given me love; he’d defined it.

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