Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
This first leg of our journey is quick once we pick up speed. This is a commuter train, so we get off and board the Green Line in the station below Winchester. Then we begin the twenty-minute journey to the station below the Mule Pit.
Six months ago, this station didn’t even exist. It’s all part of our operation, a place only for us. Well, not really. There are about a hundred other CORE operatives who spend a day here and there at the Pit, just to make it look full and to fill in odd jobs. But it’s only seven forty-six am and Brose and I are running this operation, so when the train stops, we’re the only ones who get off.
I exit first, Brose following, and then he takes my hand and, together, we walk up the stairs that lead to the locker room inside the bar.
I pause at my locker to change, but Brose doesn’t wait. Just leaves, heading to the control room.
There are six dresses to choose from. Five of them are fairly modest, since they were all made in Disciple. But there’s one—a knockoff that I found in a second-hand store in Charleston—that’s got a sluttier feel to it. It’s more of a bra and panties, but with a long, thin fringe covering my torso and back. The fringe is an iridescent green and turquoise color so it shimmers like something out of a fantasy under the bar lights.
It drives Brose wild when I wear this one and I always end up straddling his lap in the control room, grinding over his legs with his hard dick inside me.
I’m super horny this morning, so I put it on with these very expectations firmly in place.
Then I leave the locker room and find Brose in front of the screens.
Brose turns to look at me. “I hope you’re ready, because he’s coming.”
“What?” I walk over to the screen where he’s pointing. And sure enough, there’s Ean Shephard riding his motorcycle through the woods, just like he did last week. “Well, fuck,” I say. “Finally.”
“We do have his credit card.”
“We do,” I agree. “But he sure did take his time. I’d pretty much given up on him, to be honest.”
“I doubt he could get away. Since Collin and Charlie fell out, Collin would be on high alert about everything this guy did. And Ean, being CORE, would’ve picked up on it and bided his time. But the good news is, he’s here.”
I grab a stool from across the room and roll over to sit next to Brose. “I don’t really understand why Charlie sent him in this way. I mean, he’s CORE. Why not just give him the directive and let him do his job? Why all this complicated stuff?”
“He was CORE, Olive. He’s obviously not anymore. He’s obviously out of control.”
I almost snort. “Then why is he even still alive?”
Brose looks at me, squinting. “For this, obviously. They needed to fuck up his life so he could get past Collin. He’s still a spy, but he doesn’t even know he’s spying.”
“A sleeper, huh?”
“Yeah.” Brose is tapping the keyboard now, getting new angles of Ean from other cameras as he makes his way into the canyon by way of the stairs. “A sleeper.”
I rest my elbow on the desk and sigh. “Poor fucker.”
“Yep,” Brose agrees again. “If I ever get to that stage, Olive, just off me, OK?”
I chuckle. “Agreed. And you me, Brose. Please don’t let me go out as the butt of someone’s joke.”
He looks at me, his green eyes shining, but also dead serious. “We’ll go out together.”
I nod. “Deal. Just like Bonnie and Clyde.”
The bar isn’t even open yet, so neither of us gets up to greet Ean when he finally makes his way into the canyon and pulls on the Mule Pit door. It doesn’t open, so he pounds a few times. Of course, we’re not gonna let him get away. Not after waiting all week for him to come back. So when he turns away, ready to give up, Brose says, “You’re on. Don’t fuck it up.”
I get up, walk out of the control room, and quickly make my way up to the door. I push it open and just barely catch a glimpse of Ean as he’s turning around the corner of the brick building. “Hey!” I call.
He turns and comes back a few paces.
“Was that you at the door?”
He nods. “Yeah. You know why I’m here.”
“You left your credit card.”
“Can you get it for me? Then I’ll be on my way.”
I smile. “Sure.” Then I hold the door open. “Come on in. I think it’s in the office.”
He hesitates, and for a moment I think he might not take me up on the offer, but then he relaxes his shoulders and gives in.