Page 51 of Jacqueline's Quest

She nodded then slipped her tank top on over the sports bra she used, he noticed whenever they did anything for the mission. “I’ve thought about the same. It could go either way.”

“The way I see it, we can play it one of two ways. Either we tell them we’re both voyeurs and swingers and we get off watching each other fuck other people. Or I like to watch you play with other girls, while I dominate the males in your presence.”

“So, you’d be a switch?” She tilted her head. “Do you think we could pull it off?”

Murray snorted. Had he thought about the idea, in the beginning, she'd have rebuffed him and ran for the hills, now, after dipping her toes into the BDSM waters, she was hooked. A welling of pride filled him at the transformation she'd made.

"That's the beauty of BDSM, there is no restrictions or judgment. Whatever we decide to do, we'll do it together." Plus, it'd give her a glimpse of what he planned on doing to her once they were free of this mission and all the bullshit associated with it.

“Are you worried?” She untwisted the towel holding her hair and started drying it before running a comb through it.

“Yeah.” He rarely doubted himself, thanks to his training, and he was usually able to push his emotions out of the way until the mission was completed. He’d done also been really good about doing it for the last ten years when it came to Hannah. With it all coming to a head, the anxiousness coursing through his veins pissed him off. Worrying was a weakness. If he couldn't come to terms with it, and soon, it had the potential to get them or his sister killed or both. Over the years, he learned the guys all experienced the same thing. No two missions were the same and no two missions went off without a hitch. There would always be some complication, and he had to go into this one with the same mindset, even if it was Hannah.

"There are these variables I can't account for. It's driving me crazy. I'm hyper-focused on my sister when I should be paying attention to everyone. I remind myself constantly, she is in a wheelchair, I have to account for space and maneuverability to get her out of there, hopefully without shit hitting the fan."

“If shit hits the fan?” Jaqueline prodded.

“We’re fucked.”

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”

“I have. We don’t know the condition of the others inside the building. We don’t know their mobility issues or even their cognitive abilities. If guns start firing, they might run headfirst into the fray.” He blew out a breath.

“Aren’t you the one who told me we’ll deal with it after we get them out?” Jaqueline twisted her hair into a thick, taut bun and pinned it into place before joining him near the bed.

“I was talking out my ass.” Being a member of R.O.O.T he was well acquainted with term Stockholm Syndrome, and why it happened and recovery for the prisoner. In some cases, some of those victims had taken their own lives, rather than live without their captors. What if he went to Hannah and she didn’t want to leave or felt some kind of loyalty to Raul?Stop thinking stupid shit.

He couldn’t. Ten years was a long ass time and Murray was willing to admit, he didn’t know this Hannah. He knew the young girl, who had still been dealing with the death of her parents, a diagnosis of AMF and starting her junior year of high school. The pressure on her was a lot then, it seemed even more now. Murray wished his mom was still alive. She’d be better to equipped with Hannah once she was free from that hellhole. She’d also be the one to tell him how to fix shit. God, moments like these, he realized how much he still needed his parents and how much he missed him.

"And, it's such a nice ass it is too." The teasing tone of her voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Murray grinned. The knot forming in his chest loosed. “You’re is fucking amazing too.” He wrapped his arm around her and squeezed her rear.

Jaqueline jumped and playfully swatted at him then grew somber. “I understand how you feel. I think, like me, you’re worried our siblings will be angry at us for taking so long to get them out or that we’ve forgotten them and gone about our lives.” She sighed. “What I wouldn’t give for my parents help.”

They were on the same wavelength.

When he joined R.O.O.T. it'd been for the sole purpose of finding his sister. Now, he was hours from doing just that and he hesitated. He questioned everything. He knew above everything Hannah wasn't the little girl who thought Murray hung the moon and stars for her. She wasn't the girl who pitched a fit when they couldn't afford some toy or movie she wanted to see. She was a grown woman. What if they couldn't get back to being siblings above everything else? What if being kidnapped was too big of a bridge for either of them to get across? Could he live in a world for the rest of his life, without his sister? He wanted to say yes, he could because Hannah would be out and safe, yet the selfish part of him said no. She was his sister and he wanted to keep her safe and protected for the rest of her life, more than likely suffocating whatever remaining life she had out of her.

“I gotta be honest, I wasn’t sure this day would ever come.”

“I know. I feel the same with my brother, and he’s been gone less time than Hannah. Ten years is a long time to continue looking. Hannah will appreciate it and know you never gave up.”

Jaqueline’s statement was full of hope and promises. He appreciated it. Unfortunately, Murray lived in the real world and being with R.O.O.T meant he saw shit normal people never even knew happened in the world around them. So, it was easier said than done. “She’ll know it the moment she sees your beautiful blue eyes, her big badass brother rescued her.”

A knock came at their bedroom door. “Noah has arrived. We’re meeting in the library in five.”

“We’ll be right there.” Murray glanced down at Jaqueline. “Thanks. For the pep talk. I’m usually the one to do them.”

“My pleasure.” She squeezed his hand. “Sometimes, we need the reassurance, instead of giving it.”

He stepped closer to her and ran the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. “When this goes down, we need to be on point, and act our asses off.”

“Mhmmm,” Jaqueline moaned.

Murray bent his head and nipped at the delicate lobe of her right ear before whispering, “When this is all over, mi cielito, it'll be my turn to be the dominate you. I'm going to own that pretty little pussy of yours. You'll be begging me to fuck you while you scream my name. Even though we have business to attend to, the thought of you kneeling in front of me has me tied in knots."

Jaqueline shivered. “Dios mio, Murray. You do this to me every time.”

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