"You can never have too many trackers," Leif said.
"How many are you going to wear?" I asked him.
"At least three," he replied easily. "One in my pocket, one on my watch, and one attached to the end of my cock."
"So it doesn't get lost," Woody said, as if he was planning to do it himself too.
"Exactly," Leif said. "If my cock and I are separated, I can track it down."
"If you're quick, you might be able to have it reattached." Woody didn't seem impressed with this line of conversation.
"Right, I have it all thought out." Leif dropped his hands to his side. "You two might consider doing the same."
"I have no intention of becoming separated from my cock," Forrest said.
"If anyone tries cutting mine off, I'll end them," Woody said darkly.
"I'm sure no one's coming for any of your cocks," I said. "Except me."
"You want to cut off our cocks?" Leif teased.
My eyes dropped to his groin. "That depends on my mood. I prefer to leave them where they are for now." Of course I wasn't going to cut off any of their body parts, unless it was somehow necessary. What circumstances that might be were best not contemplated right now. I was anxious enough as it was.
"I'm pretty attached to mine," Leif said.
My face heating a little, I said, "I'm pretty attached to yours too." I didn't want to change the subject, but my smile faded. "You haven't found out anything about Savannah yet?"
"Nothing," Leif said. His expression also turned serious. "The only thing I've been able to find is that the auction is going ahead. Even if it doesn't involve her, we need to shut it down. If it isn't her, it's other innocent women."
I nodded, but my gaze dropped to the floor. Of course I understood the importance of rescuing other women, but I hoped like hell we'd find Savannah before it was too late.
"Hey." Forrest placed his finger under my chin and turned my face toward him. "We're not going to let anything happen to you or her, okay? This is what we do. We tracked down the bad guys. Now we shut them down. When we're done with them, they'll be in pieces and no one will dare to hold another auction again. All right?"
He seemed so sure. I wanted to believe every word he said. Ididbelieve them, but I knew it wouldn't be that simple. Was anything ever?
Take me walking away from Wolfgang, for example. I wanted to, badly, but I couldn't. Looking back, I knew there were opportunities, but I wouldn't have made it more than a handful of steps. He would have found me and I would have suffered the consequences.
Not to mention at the time I didn't think I could rely on anyone to help me. Not even Savannah. Not without risking her safety too.
I didn't know men like these existed. If I had, I would have reached out to them. They would have been the ones to kill Wolfgang instead.
That was romantic in a twisted sort of way. Thinking they'd kill him so I could be with them. Freeing me from him and the nightmare I woke to every morning. It seemed so simple. Clean. Easy.
Ending an auction for rich, powerful men? That wasn't going to be simple or easy. Nothing worth doing ever was.
"Do you trust us?" Forrest locked his blue eyes on mine.
I slid my tongue across my lips.
"Yes, I trust you," I said after a moment. I wanted to respond faster, but I was still cautious. I probably always would be. If not about them, then about other people. Other situations. Trust wasn't something I could give away like it was a handful of candy. Trust was more valuable than money, prestige or power. It was a currency that would never devalue.
"Then believe me when I say we've got this," he said. "We'll be with you every step of the way, watching and listening. If anyone tries anything, we'll be right back there before it gets out of hand."
"Can I say that for the record, I still don't like this," Leif said his hand in the air.
"You can say it," Forrest said.
"He's gonna ignore it." Woody jerked his head toward Forrest.