TommasoI watched the last van, with Paige in it, pull out of the Mansion’s driveway. In the end, I’d counted forty-five women. I knew she’d been ready for a lot, but that might overwhelm her shelter, no matter how prepared she’d been.Stan walked up to me. “All the bodies on the first floor have been stacked up. Do we have a disposal plan, or are we sending them back to families as a final threat?”Lyle leaned back from the laptop Killian had found in the panic room Marino was trying to escape into. “If we’re, um, sending bodies back, I wouldn’t make that list until I’ve, you know, finished up here.”I nodded. “Makes sense. Marino’s neighbors will know not to say anything by now. Does he have a walk-in freezer?”Stan frowned. “I think so, but we’re probably talking about too many bodies.”“Of course.” I scrubbed a hand through my curls. “All right, put everyone you know belongs to another syndicate in the freezer for now, and come find me when you hit capacity. Lyle, keep at that lap

Tommaso“So, um, I have decoded this.” Lyle turned the laptop screen toward me. “It’s not everything, but, you know.”“It’s a start.” I stared at the table on the computer. Names, descriptions, locations of retrieval, all laid out in plain black and white. Worse, in a final column, Marino had made initial notes on who he thought might be interested in specific women. I scrolled down the page to try to keep the snarl off my face. Even though he’d said this was only a start, it looked like Lyle had found definite information on forty of the forty-five women. Paige would be thrilled to see this.“Good work,” I said. “Can I take a deeper look, or do you need to keep working?”Lyle looked at the four other computers sitting on the desk in the little room he’d become king of. “I’m okay.”I laughed and pulled the laptop closer. Most of the women had little links in their descriptions, which turned out to be pictures when I clicked on them. I siphoned through quickly, trying not to think of t

TommasoI shoved my phone back in my pocket and stormed out of the little room that had become Lyle’s office, past Killian.“What the fuck just happened?” Killian demanded.“We took out a fucking kid,” I hissed. I knew the men around us were allies he trusted enough to bring in on enough of the plan to help us, but I only trusted them that far. The last thing I needed was anyone finding out that we’d accidentally kidnapped or killed a seventeen-year-old, or that Sophia fucking Marino was in the wind.Killian nodded sharply, seeming to go through the exact same train of thought. Without another word, we split in opposite directions. I headed for the basement.Fuck, I hadn’t seen Sophia Marino since she was, what, ten? I remembered her uncle Niccolo bringing her to a family event one of the more friendly syndicates held, after Freddie, Riccardo’s eldest, her father, died in that raid, and obviously wanting nothing to do with her. I kind of felt bad for the kid. She was so tiny, and she

TommasoAs soon as I saw the picture, I raced over to the Haven. The girl who wouldn’t speak, the one who’d barely moved, was the girl I’d been looking for all along. Riccardo Marino had stooped lower than I’d ever dreamed, to sell his underage granddaughter. I hadn’t changed clothes, so the iron reek of blood still clung to me, and exhaustion started to slow my every move.But all of that left my mind when I saw Paige at the top of the stairs. Her bright red hair had tumbled out of the messy bun I’d seen earlier, bags hung under her eyes, and she moved with aching slowness that reminded me a little too much of when I’d first found her, like she didn’t quite trust her body to keep holding her up. I just opened my arms.She stepped into me, and I held her. Part of me expected her to start crying. Part of me almost expected me to start crying, from the sheer intensity, the ups and downs of the night I’d had. I’d gotten everything I’d wanted, nearly lost it again, and none of it mattered

PaigeI walked into the Haven the afternoon after the auction at the Mansion with Lyle at my side. I’d really meant to be in early, but after falling asleep at sunrise, I hadn’t been able to get myself out of bed until after noon.“Okay, I’m going to set you up in my office,” I said. “We need to be able to check the information with you, but there are still a lot of women here who aren’t recently kidnapped mob daughters, so I’d like to keep you out of sight.”He nodded, and I thought he looked a little relieved. Lyle was awkward at the best of times, and no matter how good his intentions were, I didn’t really want to know what he’d have to say to a bunch of very recent sex-trafficking victims. It seemed he didn’t either.Sera and Lauren stood in the common room with most of the women we’d rescued last night, clearly collecting information. Lauren looked a little puffy-eyed, like she’d stayed up the rest of the night and come in at her normal time, but otherwise, she seemed okay. I nod