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“Then call your fucking friends at the FBI and send them into the compound. Anything but putting my boy in danger, Holden, please.”
“Cordelia.”
Whipping around, she bit back a sigh at the sight of Jacob and Ivy both standing at the entrance to the living room. “I told you to wait for me in the kitchen.”
“It was my fault. Ivy tried to stop me but…” Without looking away, he swallowed, hard. “Let me do this, Cordelia. I can’t just stay holed up in this house, waiting for something to happen. If I can help, I want to. I need to.”
Fuck. She could have gone toe to toe with him if he’d come barreling in, making demands. But she was helpless against that sweet, simple plea.
Glancing over, she met Ivy’s worried gaze. “Ivy? I promised you I wouldn’t decide anything without you. Both of you. And he’s yours as much as he is mine.”
Ivy’s gaze slid from her to Holden, her perfect white teeth worrying at her bottom lip. “You swear you’ll keep him safe?”
“I will do everything in my power to make sure nothing happens to your boy.”
“And it’s really the only way?’
“It’s the best chance we have. I’m sorry, Ivy, I know it sucks. But you should know me well enough to believe me when I say I wouldn’t be here asking this of any of you if I thought there was another way that had even half as good a chance at success.”
“Okay.” Ivy nodded, just once, and so slightly Cordelia almost didn’t catch it. “But if anything happens to him, I’ll–I’ll–Well, I don’t know what I’ll do but it won’t be pretty, Holden Prescott.”
“Duly noted. Delia?”
“What Ivy said. If Harlan so much as gets within spitting distance of my boy, I will make your life a permanent living hell.”
“Understood. Now, let’s talk about the plan. And maybe those cookies Cordelia mentioned.”
Chapter 37
Ivy
“I still don’t like this.”
Turning away from their closet, Cordelia held open her arms and Ivy rushed into the comfort she knew she’d find there. “I know, baby.”
Pressed against her woman’s softness, Ivy sighed. “I’m sorry I keep bringing it up, I’m just so worried.”
“I’m worried too, blossom. But Holden has men in place, and we’ve been over the plan a million times. We’ve made this as safe as we possibly can for our boy.”
“It still feels like there are a million ways it could go wrong. If his asshole of a father lays a single finger on him, I swear to god?—”
“He won’t. Because we won’t let him anywhere near our boy. Right?”
Dragging in a shaky breath, Ivy nodded. Let her Daddy’s conviction settler her. “Right.”
“Speaking of our boy…” Cordelia’s grin was quick and wicked. “Want to see what I picked up for him today?”
The worry was still there, and she knew it always would be, at least until Harlan Redding was in a fucking cage where he belonged. But she shoved it to the back of her mind and focused on the excitement of taking their boy to the club for the first time. “Show me, show me!”
Laughing at her exuberance, Cordelia picked up a discreet white paper bag sitting on their dresser and handed it to Ivy. And when she opened it to peek at the contents, her eyes went round. “Holy crap. You’re not exactly easing him into this.”
“Begin as you mean to go on, right? And after the reaction he had to eating you out the first time, I figure it’s a good idea for him to have a reminder of who his pleasure belongs to while we’re at the club. This way, even if he’s tempted to break our rules, he won’t be able to.”
Reaching into the bag, Ivy pulled out the sleek steel cage, fashioned in the shape of a less-than-erect penis. “He’s going to hate it.”
“I know.” Cordelia grinned and pulled a decent sized metal plug from the bag as well. “Figure if we’re going to do this we might as well do it all the way.”
Tilting her head, Ivy listened as the sound of running water over their heads suddenly stopped. Grinning, she looked up at her woman and saw her own excitement reflected in those emerald eyes. “Should we go help him get ready?”
