Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 172

Isla

“I love you guys.”

I whisper when my heart has finally slowed down enough to think again.

“We love you too, princess.” Nico whispers back, kissing my forehead. Mason leans over Nico’s chest, kissing my mouth passionately. “We will love you every day for the rest of our lives and probably even after that.”

Mason gets up and a few seconds later I hear the bath running. When he comes back he picks me up bridal style and takes me into the bathroom where he removes the little baby doll dress. Nico sinks down into the large bathtub first, holding out his hands for me to follow and then Mason joins us. While I sit with my back to Nico’s chest, Mason sits across from me, gently massaging my feet while Nico rubs soap into my shoulders.

“A girl could get used to this.” I sigh happily.

“Well, I hope so.” Nico chuckles. “Cause we’re never letting you go.”

The next morning is another of coordinated chaos. I help Mason cook a large spread for breakfast and then we all sit down to discuss what everyone’s job for the day is. My father along with Nico work together to hand out information and instructions. It honestly sounds like a really well put together plan and I feel like we have this one in the bag and that’s the only reason they’re allowing me to go with them today. Although I know that my position being directly next to Nico is no coincidence, I’m still happy I’m included. We all dress in camo gear; being daytime, it will be a lot easier to spot us so we’re doing what we can to blend into the surroundings and then we set off in different groups and cars towards the warehouse. We all park a fair distance away from the location and one person in each car is directed to drive away until they’re called upon to return so that they won’t be spotted and arouse suspicion. Nico and I are paired up near the rear of the warehouse. We’re covered by trees on almost every angel, but we still have enough sight on the building. My Dad and Mom are somewhere at the front of the building, along with Mason and Matteo. We’ve got people scattered throughout the trees in groups and some are even inside the warehouse just in case.

We wait quietly, listening for any sound of an approaching vehicle. Nico checks his watch again, frowning slightly.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper.

“He’s late.” He whispers back..

“How late?”

“About twenty minutes.”

“Maybe they got stuck in traffic somewhere?” I question, trying to find a reason.

“Matteo said he checked in this morning on the captive’s phone; he had correspondence that everything was working on time. It’s not normal for someone to be late for something like moving thirty kids to sell them off to different high–end paying customers.”

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