Page 60 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

“Not so fast, handsome.”

The confusion on his face is now comical. “What? You wanted me alone. If not for this then… Ah, you devious little sod.”

“Hmm, yep. I want to know what Zed knows from my message or… there will be no more cooperation from me for a while.”

“Are you serious?”

“Absolutely serious. Deadly serious, in fact. You may even die with blue balls if you don’t tell me what you know.”

“Ha, sorry, Princess, but you get as horny as I do. There is no way on this living earth you could put me on a ban, especially when I fling my dick out in your face.” He starts undoing the buckle on his belt, and I have to admit, I didn’t really think this through.

I pull open my bedside drawer and pull out my favourite toy. “Really, North, I am sure I can pass the time it takes for you to be open and honest with me with this.” I wave it around like a trophy until he reaches over, snatches it out of my hands, and pulls out the batteries.

Fuck.

“Ha, plenty more where they came from.”

I reach back in the drawer and pull out a full pack of eight batteries. Its only then I realise I have just shown him all my weapons. Shit. He pins me down and takes the batteries out of my hands, jogs off into the bathroom, and drops them in the sink. Then, he proceeds to soak them in water.

Well, that’s torn it.Shit. Okay, Kara, think…

I sit silently on the bed and wait for him to come back in.

“So, are you going to behave or am I going to have to spank your backside till it’s red raw?” he asks with his sexy smirk.

“I don’t want any of that, thank you,” I reply quietly as if I am really upset, with my chin pressing against my chest.

“Oh, hey. Don’t get all upset. Of course I’ll tell you. We don’t have secrets. But all you needed to do was ask. You didn’t need to try and trap me. We made a deal, remember?”

Now, I feel like a right shit.I look up and see his eyes staring down at me. He looks upset, and I’ve done that to him.

Oh shit, Kara. Stop playing your stupid games.

He then bursts out laughing. “You think you’re so fucking smart, Kara Simpson. I have you weighed up twenty-four seven. Come on. Let’s lie down, and I’ll tell you what I know.”

I crawl up the bed, and North joins me.

“Right, so you’re gonna be quite pissed off because I don’t actually know much more than you. West and Zed have been talking nonstop, but they haven’t let me or South in on any of it yet. I promise you that as soon as I know anything, I will tell you. But for God’s sake, don’t make me think I’m getting sex and then take it away. That is not nice. I don’t want sex to be a bargaining chip between us. It’s beautiful and natural, and the way you turn me on is amazing. I never want you to use any of that against me. Okay?” He strokes a few stray hairs off my face and slowly traces his finger around my jawline. I feel like a complete and utter bitch. Guilt runs through me so fast, I can’t even look at him. Then, he laughs a real boom-laugh that could shake the house.

“You bastard. You had me feeling so bad!” I whack him hard on his chest. It doesn’t do anything but make him laugh harder until he pulls me into his arms.

“Ah, Kara. I fucking love you, do you know that? You are the most beautiful, sexy, and irritating woman I have ever met but, holy hell, I love you.”

There’s a knock on the bedroom door.

“Yeah, come in!” North yells, still laughing.

South walks in tentatively. “We have some news.”

Chapter 41

North

So,thenewsthatSouth needed us to know was that smugglers are using the beachfront. I have a good idea of what they are smuggling, but until they are caught red-handed, we can’t be one hundred percent sure. If the message Kara’s dad gave is anything to go by, it’s children.

My father built the house in Mexico so that there would be a base for the Star Gazers to work from. There are several units based all over Mexico, trying to help and assist children in danger and get them to safety, but there are over a hundred and fifty thousand children on the streets of Mexico that are homeless and without families. Half of them will end up in some sort of trafficking ring. It’s a never-ending job.

We try our best. We do what we can and save as many children as possible. But, sadly, it’s still not enough. Some are trafficked for adoption and, well, the other I don’t need or want to spell out.

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