Page 70 of Kept By The Agents

"Yeah, Princess," He said, rubbing one hand over my back while the other gripped my ass to help hold me up. "We're back. Everyone's fine. Well, all of our men anyway."

I pulled back and stared down into his gorgeous eyes. "The Raleka?" My eyes moved past him and landed on both Suave and Drew as they stood behind him in the doorway. Satisfied that no one had any noticeable bullet holes, I focused back on Brandon.

"They're done," he replied.

"We could use your help though, Kitty Cat, if you're up for it," Suave said.

My brows shot up. "Of course."

Brandon chuckled.

"What?"

"Just the fact that you offer your help without any questions," he answered.

"It just shows how big of a heart you have," Drew added.

Brandon shifted me slightly and looked over at the men still sitting at the table. "Mind sticking tight until we get back?"

"Not at all, Brando," Sanders said, setting his phone down. "We're here as long as you need us."

"Thanks, I'll owe you one."

Sanders grinned. "I already know how you'll be repaying the debt."

"We want in on the Colombia mission," Burke added.

It seemed like Sanders hardly moved, but somehow his hand shot out and he smacked Burke upside the head. "You need to learn to keep shit close to the vest, Kid."

Burke rubbed the back of his head, then shrugged, a grin still on his face.

Brandon laughed, the sound vibrating through me since I was still clinging to him like a spider monkey. I tried to ease myself back to the floor, but only succeeded in having both ass cheeks palmed and squeezed. "I like you here," he said in a quiet tone so only I'd hear. Then louder he told the others, "I can make that happen."

"See?" Burke muttered. "It worked."

"We'll discuss it later," Sanders replied. "You have more work to do."

My heart dropped down to the ground between my feet and laid there bleeding. There were women everywhere inside the SVR station. Some were crying, others had stunned looks on their faces, as though they couldn't believe they were here. Most had blankets covering their shoulders. All were too thin, and had glazed eyes. They were probably high. It wasn't uncommon for victims to be doped up before being forced to perform in whatever way their captors wanted. It was sick. It was twisted. And my damn heart was breaking.

"We have to keep them here until their families are contacted," Drew whispered. "We thought maybe a female face would help them."

There were men everywhere. It made me wonder if there were any women in the SVR? It didn't matter. "Do you have anything hot to drink?" I asked, looking at Boykov, who was standing nearby.

"Coffee and tea," he replied, pointing to the table nearby. No one had gone near it.

"Get me a tray to carry it on, please," I requested.

He looked over at Brandon, as though shocked I was demanding things, but ultimately did as I asked. It only took him a few minutes before he was handing me a silver tray.

I piled up cups, and both the coffee and tea and some muffins that were sitting there. The men had been trying to take care of the women, but they were likely scared out of their minds. I went over to a group of women closest to me and squatted down to their level. They were huddled together on the floor. There weren't enough chairs for everyone.

"Hi," I said in a soft tone. Four pairs of eyes stared up at me. I poured some tea and handed it to one of the women. She looked slowly down at it, then back up at me again as I continued pouring for them. I didn't speak much Russian and I wasn't sure if they understood English, so I kept it brief. I didn't bother to ask if they wanted anything, they needed it. Handing out muffins, I gave them all smiles and it warmed my heart a little when one smiled back at me and bobbed her head in thanks.

By the time I made it around the room some of the families had shown up. I didn't understand most of what was being said as the families embraced their lost daughters, but tears slipped down my cheeks as I watched the happy reunions.

"You made this possible."

I sighed and looked over, and up, at Suave. He was standing next to me now, though I didn't know for how long. He cupped my cheek and wiped away my tears. "Thanks, Suave." It helped hearing that, even though they were actually responsible for everything. I couldn't have done it without them. "Did you find Elena?" I asked. I'd been so busy trying to put the women at ease, I'd completely forgotten.

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