Page 39 of Whispered Surrender

“Yeah, fucking crazed is what he’s like, and I don’t need his bullshit today,” I say, seeing Brian’s name light up on my incoming. “Gotta go, he’s ringing through,” I say.

“Jay here,” I say, but Brian cuts me off, and I grit my teeth.

“Jay, I just got off the phone with Matt, and he tells me that he’s one of the men selected to branch off into the newly developed security team,” Brian says.

“He’s one of our best men. I thought that would have been clear at the start,” I say.

“He’s not fucking leaving Jenny. She’s been through enough, Goddammit. She feels safe with him. He’s not going to be on your team. I will triple his salary, whatever I have to do, but the answer is fucking no!”

“All respect Brian, but this is his decision to make...” and he cuts me off again. “The fuck it is! He’s staying,” he yells, and I pull the phone away from my ear. Fucking hothead!

“Did you give him the chance to explain that I’ve asked him to be a full partner?” I say, and he starts to cut me off again, and I’ve had enough of his shit and this day.

“Would you let me finish? If he’s a partner, that means he won’t be sent out on jobs. Matt will be the one helping to organize the assignments, and he can do that from anywhere. He can do both if he wants, Brian. Like I said, it’s completely up to him. This is a great opportunity for us, and I thought you would be as happy as Chase. You’ll have all of your best men running security ops for all of your families,” I say.

I hear the heavy sigh on the other end of the line. “Matt didn’t tell me that, but I probably didn’t give him a chance either. I’ll give him another call, and I’m sorry,” Brian says.

I raise my eyebrows at my cell phone. “It’s okay, I know how much Jenny means to you,” I say.

“Are you taking Keith, too?” he asks, and I grimace because he’s on the list. “If he’ll sign on. He and his wife have a little one and are trying for another. He’s going to want an assurance of local work,” I say.

“Jenny feels comfortable with him, and he did a superb job while we were away. Maybe he and Matt could work out shifts or something,” Brian says, and I nod, thinking. That could work, very well in fact.

“Talk to him and then I’ll catch him later. I have some things I need to sort first,” I say.

“Will do, talk to you later,” Brian says before the line goes dead and I send Matt a text.

He’s calling your ass next. He seems open to having Keith with Jenny, too. Your call. When do you land?

I’ll think about it. Keith’s a good man. I’ll be at Chase’s in about 2 hrs.

Roger that!

I send Chase a message to let him know that our team will be landing in Italy in about two hours and that Matt will meet us at his home. I smile at his reply and can picture Gaby, his rotund and lovable house manager bustling around the kitchen preparing for our arrival.

My eyes gravitate to the bedroom door of the jet, and I shake my head at the mess. I need to know answers before I can put a plan together that involves Sasha and doesn’t hurt her any more than she has been already.

I walk into the security room, grab a Coke out of the fridge, and take a seat in front of the monitors. “Why don’t you guys knock off for a while, I’ve got this,” I say, turning my attention to the screen.

“Any report on the ground situation?” I ask Dereck. He’s been with us for a long time, and he’s the quiet one. He doesn’t say much, but when he does, everyone listens, and the fucker can fight. I’ve seen him take out three armed men single-handedly with no weapon. Judo master or some shit like that. Quiet and deadly.

“We’ve got another team surrounding the strip and intel is keeping me posted real-time. We don’t think we’re their focus. The Larussios have a plane on the way back to Italy, and we think they may be the target,” Dereck says.

“No time like the present to start helping the new family. You made your decision yet?”

“It was made the day you asked, I’m in. We should have a passenger list coming over shortly,” Dereck says, and I nod as I send a text to Chase.

A Larussio jet is about an hour from landing in Italy. They’ve got company waiting. Intel is processing, we’ll have a plan in place shortly.

Thanks, Jay.

Roger that.

Dereck heads out to the main cabin to get some sleep, and I am alone with the monitors and my thoughts. I know I shouldn’t, but I just need to make sure she’s okay. My finger hovers over the button that will engage the bedroom camera. I push it forward and look closer, not seeing her curled up in the bed where I expected her to be. I look at the other monitor, and my heart beats faster. What the fuck is she doing?

She’s in her panties and bra, has one leg firmly planted while her other leg is slithering up the fucking wall and my dick hardens like a stone. Fuck I’d like to slide my fingers inside of her little panties while she’s in that position, make sure she’s dripping wet and then slide my dick in nice and deep. She extends her arms over her raised leg, and her beautiful hair falls to one side so I can’t see her face. Sasha finally brings her leg down and repeats the process with her other leg, then she spins in some sort of dance, extending her legs in front, then up and outward. Her phone rings and she pauses to listen before speaking.

“Excellent! I’ll meet you there. We land in a couple hours. Love you.”

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