Page 30 of Ignite: Tony's Story
“She’s terminal, completely braindead,” Dr. Jacobs says softly beside me. “She came here to save her baby. We’re doing everything we can.”
Something about the tone of Dr. Jacobs' voice feels like a weight in the bottom of my stomach. I consider Six and all she went through at the hands of these monsters. I don’t believe her.
Staring at the rounded belly beneath the crisp, white sheets, I hesitate before placing my device on the back of one of the monitors where it won’t be suspicious. Making a mental note of where to find the patient so they can get her out as well, I can’t ignore the sickening worry that this might be the hitch that ruins my carefully made plans.
“How many other patients do you have on-site?” I ask, trying to keep my suspicions out of my voice.
“Just one other,” she says. “He’ll be leaving soon, though.”
My stomach rolls, worried about what that may mean. I don’t want to give her any reason to question me, so I follow her through the rest of the building. My heart drops when we turn left instead of right, moving away from Adley’s actual office.
Greg, a younger man with his hair dyed fashionably silver, stands as Dr. Jacobs introduces me. When Dr. Jacobs goes to leave, I beckon her back.
“Actually, Dr. Jacobs, I could use your signature too.” Pulling a tablet from my bag, I open up a legitimate-looking OSHA form that we pre-filled to fit the BioCere, Inc. warehouse lab. “As you can see, everything should be in order as usual. I apologize we had to be here in person this time, but there have been some audits.” I hand them the tablet, then politely excuse myself for a moment to use the restroom I noticed down the hall.
I head straight to Adley’s office, expecting that I’ll only have a couple of minutes before they finish signing the paperwork or question my disappearance. Pulling a hacked keycard from my front pocket, I slip into the office. I do a quick once over of the office, not noticing anything out of the ordinary.
There it is. I find the door to the server room. I’m just about to open it, but Tony’s voice crackles through my earpiece, making me jump. “No time, Mara. They’re already finished signing and are coming down the hallway. Get back out there, now.”
Shit. Dammit!
I place another device on the inside of a bookshelf before letting myself out of the office and hurrying down the hall, slowing and smiling pleasantly when Greg and Dr. Jacobs come around the corner.
“Sorry about that. It was a long drive. Are we all good, then?”
They hand me the tablet back and shake my hand, making small talk as they escort me out of the building. My eyes catch Quinn ducking down in the backseat. He doesn’t bother climbing back into the trunk, covering himself with a blanket until we’re past the gate and clear.
He climbs over the center console into the passenger seat, grinning widely. “Well, that was uneventful. And here I thought I was going to get to blow something up."
My lips curve up in something between a smile and a snarl, and I grip the steering wheel tighter.
“Not yet.”
***
The moment Quinn and I walk through the door, Tony tackles us both. He pulls me to him and hugs me tightly against his body.
“I don’t know how any of those guys are going to bear having each other in that building tomorrow, especially having Six there, knowing what they’ve done to her in the past. It’d be too much for me, I think.”
“Whoa, dude. Calm down, we made it through with not one blip on the radar.”
“Well, not quite,” I tell them, checking my email. I have software set up to clone the texts and emails Mr. Adley gets. “He knows that we were there. He just doesn’t know we weren’t legit yet. I’m sure it won’t take him too long to figure it out. Hopefully, it’ll be long enough for Six and the guys to get Bennet out.”
He lets out a shuttered breath, grunts like a damn caveman, and then picks me up. Quinn follows behind us with a wicked smirk on his face.
“I’m not always good at words,” Tony says, throwing me down on the bed so hard I bounce. “So the two of you are just going to let me show you what you both mean to me.”
That’s… oddly sweet and also incredibly arousing.
“Strip, both of you. Now,” he demands, in a quiet but firm voice.
My nipples pebble and my panties grow wet instantly. Bossy, dominant Tony is going to ruin my pussy today, I just know it. I’m still sore from earlier, but it was a hell of a way to make up after an argument. The gleam in his eye tells me this might be worse.
We all tear off our clothes in record time. The anticipation of what he’s going to do next has me wound up.
First, he takes two long strides to Quinn, crashing his mouth against his. I watch with rapt attention as the kiss wavers between passionate and violent. Tony wraps his hand around Quinn’s cock, slowly stroking him.
“Get this ready for me,” he says in a low voice. Did I mishear him just now? Or is Tony going to−
