Dean seemed pleased. He rubbed a hand through his hair, a bemused smile on his face, and paced toward the pool and back.
But Irene’s eyes were narrowed as she watched me. She knew parts of my plan, but I hadn’t told her the whole thing—she didn’t know I wanted to arm some of the Healy girls and have them fight back.
I didn’t tell her for a reason. I knew she’d look at me just like that.
“This is pretty dangerous,” she said finally. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Sasha nodded once then collapsed back onto the chair with a huff. “Absolutely,” she said. “If I get killed, so what? At least I get killed murdering some of the bastards that forced me to fuck for them.”
“I love the idea,” Dean said. “If you can find me dependable girls, I’ll get you guns and cash. Lots and lots of guns and cash.”
“You’re okay then, boss,” Sasha said, nodding at him. “For a mafia prick, anyway.”
Dean grinned at her and shook his head like he didn’t know what to make of that. “You all hash out the details. I’ve got a call to make.” He checked his watch then headed back up to the house.
Irene stood and walked a few feet away, tugging at her hair nervously. “I don’t like this,” she said, turning back. “Aren’t we supposed to be helping them? Not using them as soldiers.”
“Better a soldier than a warm hole for some asshole to fuck,” Sasha said.
I grimaced slightly. Her mouth was going to take some getting used to. “I know it’s a risk,” I said. “Some of them might get hurt. But we’ll give them a choice and be up front about what we’re asking.”
“Fighting for freedom,” Sasha said. “It’s a trade I’ll gladly make.”
“I still don’t like it,” Irene said. “We can find a way to use all this against the Healy family without putting the girls in harm’s way.”
“What do you suggest then?” I asked, cocking my head. “Should we take those USB drives to the police? You think they’re going to do shit?”
“I don’t know,” she said, spreading her hands plaintively. “I just think there’s got to be a safer way.”
Sasha waved her away. “I appreciate your worry, I really do,” she said. “But I want to fight and I’ll find girls that want to fight too. It’s a good plan, really. The Healy men don’t look twice at us. To them, we’re a bunch of stupid whores, half of us are addicted to drugs, and the other half barely speak English. We’re dumb European trash, good only for blowjobs and anal. I have a feeling I’ll find more girls willing to fight than you have money and guns.”
“I doubt that,” I said, standing up. “We’ve got a lot of guns.”
Sasha grinned savagely at me. “I think I’ll stay here by the pool for a while,” she said. “If you can get me a phone, I can start making contact. I’ve got numbers memorized.”
“I’ll get you one,” I said and walked over to Irene, who glared at me like she wanted to shove me into the floating giraffe. “Enjoy yourself for a little while. I’ll be back in a bit.”
Sasha waved as I took Irene’s arm and led her away.
“You didn’t tell me you wanted to turn them into your little private army,” she said sharply, her tone angry.
“You wouldn’t have approved,” I said.
“Of course not, because it’s a bad idea.” She sucked in a breath and pulled her arm away. “You shouldn’t have started this behind my back.”
“This isn’t a game,” I said softly. “These women have no other choice. You think Dean—Don Valentino’s going to approve more guys to help me get all these girls away from the Healy family? There are fifty, a hundred of them. We can’t save them all, but we can help them help themselves.” I stepped closer to her and gently touched her hand. Last night came back to me in flashes, her body under the sheets sweating beneath my fingers, moaning with her back arched, her breasts shaking, my cock buried in her mouth, my tongue lapping up her clit, then her spent and sweat-covered body lying naked in my arms as we both drifted off into sleep.
It was like some wall broke down between us and she threw herself at me, hungry for all the intimacy we missed over the last two years. It was incredible, one long night of her body, and I was already half hard wanting more.
But she pulled her hand away. “I understand what you’re saying,” she said, turning her back on me and crossing her arms over her chest. “I only wish there was another way.”
“If there is, I’ll do it,” I said. “But I’m afraid there’s nothing else we can do.”