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“They’re sending three shipments, two false and one real,” said Trace, pointing out the routes on the map at the center of the table between him, Cora, the Wolf, and Jordan. “John says this is the real one.” His finger tapped the only route highlighted in yellow. The other two were in red.
“How do we know they aren’t going to change it up last minute?” Jordan asked, scowling. He didn’t like uncertainties.
“We don’t. But John’s man says they’re arrogant—he doubts they will. If they do though, he’ll call.” Cora held up the phone in her hand, her eyes hard and unforgiving. Like the rest of them, she was tired of the Moon’s shit.
They took and took and told their citizens that the Moon was self-sufficient. That they didn’t need the Earth. It was all a lie. They still needed essentials from the Earth. The Moon wasn’t anywhere close to being a self-sustaining colony; they would only have enough air to last a few months if the Earth cut off their supply. Food would last a little longer, but that didn’t matter when they wouldn’t be able to breathe.
Arrogant fucks.
“If they were smart, they’d choose their route at the last minute,” Jordan muttered. Not that John had ever given thembad intel, it was just hard to imagine anyone being so careless. So stupid.
“Since they think we don’t even know about the new memory drug, they probably think this is enough,” Trace rumbled, but the disgusted expression on his face said he agreed with Jordan.
“We’re prepared, either way, and that’s what’s important” the Wolf said. “The backup teams will be ready to go if they change the route. Although I’d rather they didn’t.”
He and Cora would be with the main team and not the back-up teams; they were counting on not needing the backups. Zadia would be in charge of one of the teams, and one of Cora’s men was in charge of the other. Trace and Jordan would be staying behind to take care of the Compound, which Jordan didn’t mind.
He also had another task while they were gone.
The Wolf turned to him as if he’d heard Jordan’s thoughts spoken aloud. The freaky bastard could do that far too often. “Still think she’s not going to try and escape?”
Before yesterday, Jordan might have changed his mind, but now… his babygirl wanted to stay. She didn’t want to admit it yet, but she wouldn’t run, either. She was still conflicted, but he was pretty sure she wouldn’t run.
“She’ll tell one of your pair, to help them, but they’ll try to escape before she does. If she does.”
“She’ll still have to be punished for telling them.”
Jordan shrugged, a small smile curving his lips. He was looking forward to that.
“What does he get if you win?” Cora asked, jerking her head at the Wolf.
Jordan didn’t answer, he just looked at the Wolf.
“If Trish tries to escape, either on her own or with Alex and Bella, Jordan pushes back his retirement a month. If she doesn’t, they get some time with Bella.”
Cora raised her eyebrow, expression showing through her usual stoicism. “You don’t get to play with his toy, but you’ll let him play with yours?”
“So far Jordan has been unwilling to share.” The Wolf’s amusement rose again as he watched Jordan, who shrugged.
Jordan wasn’t ashamed of his possessiveness. Marek and Laura were different. Marek just liked to watch; he wasn’t particularly interested in touching anyone but Laura. Although he did like to watch Laura touching other women. Since Jordan felt the same, it worked out well.
“Pity,” Cora said, sharing a glance with Trace. They liked playing with women, too. Jordan might be inclined to let them watch, but Cora definitely wouldn’t ever be allowed to play. She was far too rough for his babygirl. “At least we have Pet and Toy. Trace is looking forward to playing with Pet.”
White teeth flashed across Trace’s face in a large grin, confirming Cora’s words.
Jordan didn’t understand the obsession with Bella. She wasn’t quite the run-of-the-mill Moonie, but she didn’t hold a candle to his Trish.
14
Trish followed her morning routine like the good girl she was, her expression thoughtful and compliant. Jordan wondered if she realized how automatic it had become. She never fought him anymore on how he wanted to dress her or on putting in her plug. If he paused or took his time with part of the routine, she patiently waited for him to get back on schedule. Whenever they had to deviate from it, she became antsy and restless.
Today, he dressed her in light a light-pink dress and then… they had to deviate from the schedule. He wasn’t able to take his time brushing out her hair before braiding it—something he normally took the most time with, and, of course, she noticed immediately.
“What’s going on?” Her eyes were big and wary as he led her from the room, holding her hand.
Jordan smiled down at her. If he’d had his way, they’d still be back in the room where he could take his time with her hair and then maybe fuck her again. “Sorry, little girl. We’ve got things to do today.”
He had a bet to win.
