Page 36 of Fall of the Trident
Joseph Rippe held up his cuffed hands.“I could take them.When I bring in new girls, I have to take their picture and enter certain data into the company computer.I can put that in and back date it to make it look as though they’d already been through weeks at the training camp.They could just slide in during loading and join the group.Better yet, they could meet us at the plane and blend in.The girls are usually quiet on the way to the island.”
Kam raised her eyebrows.“You’re asking me to release you?I’m not sure the brass is going to go for that.”
“I have the most brass of anybody at this table.”General Lyon pointed to the four stars on his collar.“Your bosses listen to me.I believe Mr.Rippe wants to take down Admiral Finger more than anybody else.”He turned his attention to the shackled man at the far end of the conference table.“How are you going to explain where you’ve been for the past forty-eight hours?”
Joseph Rippe shrugged.“As soon as I figured out the building was being raided, I grabbed Sigrid and we escaped through the hidden tunnel.I put her in a safe place and went back to the training camp to check on those girls.I’ll call him from the secure line there and offer to bring a load down to the island.We have a secure computer at the training camp, and I’ll just add the information about the women that you’re sending.”
“Why does that sound too fucking easy?”Trevor asked everyone in the room.
“Human trafficking is easy.”Rippe lifted his hands off the table.“The whole process is easy, and lucrative.I hope somebody here is tracking down all the admirals’ accounts, including the bank he owns on the island he owns.He makes easily tens of millions of dollars every month.I know he’s invested a lot of money into the island resort.His intention was to live on the island and rake in the money.He pictured himself as a smarter version of Jeffrey Epstein.SVG doesn’t have extradition to the United States, unlike Epstein’s island.Many of the admiral’s clientele used to visit Epstein’s resorts.These men will pay a lot of money to satisfy their prepubescent proclivities.Admiral Finger is willing to take their money.”
General Lyon pinned Kam with his gaze.“Are you willing to issue an arrest warrant for Francis Xavier Finger?”
“Yes, I am.”Kam grinned.“The warrant will include the search and rescue of kidnapped American citizens, your two Black Swans, the arrest of anyone involved in holding them captive, and a whole lot of legal jargon.We will also seize all his accounts.The IRS is going to want to issue their own warrants for tax evasion, but they can wait until we’re done with him.”
“Trevor, as commanding officer of USSOCOM, I hereby assign you to plan and execute a mission to rescue the two kidnapped American citizens on the St.Vincent and Grenadines island known as the Island of Joy.General Standish, I request that you assign whomever you choose to go undercover on said island and assign both Black Swan Team 1 and Team 2 to assist the SEALs from Group 1 on this mission.Did I miss anything?”General Lyon looked around as he stood.
Everyone shook their heads.
On his way out the door, General Lyon pulled Trevor aside.“I’ll talk to the CNO and see how he wants to handle Rear Admiral Finger.Technically, he’s still active-duty until December thirty first.”
“Thank you, sir.”Trevor shook the hand of one of the few men in the entire military who outranked him.He’d worked very closely with the general over the past two years as they discussed the need for SEALs to handle specific missions.He respected General Lyon and was thankful that he’d taken on the task of dealing with the Chief of Naval Operations and the disposition of Francis Finger.
Trevor was tense as he and Marta got ready for bed.It had been a long week, which included the weekend, to prepare for the raid on the Island of Joy.Thank God Marta knew about the entire mission since she had to handle all the paperwork.It was nice not to keep secrets from her.They were able to talk openly about the mission and the preparations.
She’d surprised him when he discovered she knew all about the Black Swans.She’d been the one to arrange their secret SEAL training, working directly with Marine Corps Brigadier General Ava Standish, Army Major General Nancy Burkhoff, Rear Admiral Betsy Willett, and Air Force Brigadier General Janet Nichols who were on the controlling board of the Joint All-Female Special Operations School.
He’d been extremely pleased with the level of expertise the Black Swans had demonstrated, even down a woman on each team.They worked very well with the men and often offered helpful suggestions.
With Marta at his side, Trevor would follow the raid scheduled at four o’clock in the morning.He had decided to send home all the officers who would be watching the live video from the Group 2 conference room so they could get a few hours’ sleep since they were going to be up most of the night.Marta had all but dragged his ass out of the office as well.
Since moving into the VOQ, he’d slept in silk boxers, and she’d worn a mid-thigh cotton nightshirt.Even if they made love, they’d often end up in those sleep clothes afterward.They were going to try to get four or five hours sleep before they had to return to the office, so they’d simply stripped off their clothes and crawled into bed in their underwear.
Crawling in behind her as she lay on her side, his hand automatically went to her breast.He couldn’t quiet his mind as the mission flowed through it on a continual loop.He knew the men, and women—and wasn’t that an interesting new addition—were as prepared as possible.They were already aboard ships from the Fourth Fleet out of Jacksonville Florida, moving swiftly through the Caribbean Sea toward St.Vincent and the Grenadines.All teams would do a High Altitude Low Open jump into the water and approach underwater from all sides.
Unconsciously, he kneaded her breast paying particular attention to her hardening nipple.Marta rolled over onto her back and her hand stroked his cock.
“I know what can help you shut down your mind.”Her other hand glided over his abs and traced the outside of the dark circle at his nipple.She lightly scraped her nails through the salt-and-pepper hair on his chest before moving her hand to the back of his neck where she massaged it gently.
Staring into his eyes, she offered, “I’m here for you.”She took his hand from her breast and guided it down her body and under her panties.With her hand over his, she pressed on her clit.
She was wet.
Marta liked sex, which was a damn good thing because once Trevor had rediscovered orgasms, he wanted them often.At first, they’d had sex every time they were together.It was as though both had been denied for too long and craved release.
Since moving into the VOQ, sleeping together every night, working together all day, their sexual demand had lessened to every other day or every third.As Trevor allowed her to control his hand and her stimulation, he realized it had been several days since he’d been inside her.She was right.He needed her, and he needed sex.Marta always seemed to know what he required and was willing to give it to him.He loved that about her.He swept away her hand and took over circling her swollen clit.He lifted the lace cups of her soft nightshirt over her breasts, freeing them.Moving so he could take each one into his mouth he sucked hard.When she was close, he lightly closed his teeth over her hard nipple.When she flew over the edge, he pulled her panties down and tossed them with his briefs to the floor.
She spread her legs so he could move between them and slide into her slick warmth.Every time he did, it felt right.He’d known fucking to get off before he married Carol.He made love to his wife for just over twenty-five years.
He wasn’t fucking Marta to get off, to relieve stress, he knew it was more.He just wasn’t sure how much more.Was she the first of many more women or was she the last?He couldn’t define how he felt about her.Was he exempting the first woman who came along and reintroduced him to dating and sex?Should he try other women to be sure Marta was the right one?If he dated and slept with other women, then decided he wanted her for the rest of his life, would she take him back?
That was one question he could quickly answer: no.Not only no, but fuck no.She was not a forgiving woman.There would also be no way in hell they could work together afterward.
What the hell was he thinking?He was pumping his cock into the woman of his dreams and his brain was reconsidering their arrangement?
Marta ran her short nails down his spinal column.He automatically arched burying himself deeper inside her tight channel.
“I want you to come with me.”He dropped his head and took a breast into his mouth, sucking extremely hard, pinching her nipple against the roof of his mouth.Her vaginal muscles clamped around him as her arms and legs stiffened.
