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I made up my mind, there were no excuses. I took what was mine. Right or wrong. If anyone thought I gave a shit about rules or laws, they didn’t know me. Not that anyone really did. They only saw what I wanted them to. Either the good, former detective, slave saver…or the monster that was there to cut them to shreds. The medium ground, to most, wasn’t acceptable. Behind closed doors was my mix, and that leaned way more toward beast than nice guy. Most women couldn’t handle it. And they’d yet to see what I really wanted to unleash on them. The thought had my eyes lowering to the slave in my arms. How deep did Kaitlyn’s darkness run? I was a bastard for wanting to find out.
    The warmth from inside the plane made me break out into an instant sweat as I imagined her staring up at me, passion etched deep into her face. The fantasy died instantly. What the fuck was I doing? The sudden flashes left me feeling claustrophobic. She had been a slave. How much of a bastard was I? Hadn’t she been hurt enough? And here I was , wanting to introduce her to the real me. Yeah, fucking right.
    I took a seat in the plush, leather lounger and rested Kaitlyn against my lap while I maneuvered my hands around to take off my jacket. If these other girls weren’t here , I would have probably stripped off my sweater, but Marie was only seventeen. My stomach turned the moment I took a good look at the French girl. It was as I suspected. In the bright light, she appeared even younger.
    “ Quel est votre nom?” What is your name? Although I could speak her language, I was anything but fluent.
    Big brown eyes got wider at my question. “Nadine Moreau.”
    “Âge?”  Age?
    “Douze, Sir.”
    My jaw tightened. “Twelve. Shit.” The lack of brutality I served up to those men was going to haunt me for years. A little girl. God dammit. She’d never be the same after this. “Nous allons vous revenir à vos parents, Nadine.” We’re going to get you back to your parents, Nadine.
    Marie curled on one of the white leather loveseats, pulling Nadine close again. Within minutes , we were taking off. The moment we were in the air, I shifted. “Marie, I have to take Kaitlyn to the back. I have a bed there. She needs to rest and I need to get her some medicine. Will you and Nadine be all right up here by yourselves for a while?”
    She nodded her head and I flipped on the flat screen, handing her the remote. “There’s movies you can look through.” I pointed to the small fridge. “Water and food. Help yourselves to whatever you want.”
    “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.” The frail voice was barely heard as I carried Kaitlyn to the back. The door swung open at my push and I looked around the room. Dark blue silk covered the bed and there was the good size TV just to my left. The luxuries were nice, but I’d never paid attention before now. For some reason, I wanted the best for her.
    The comforter was slightly cool as I lowered her onto the mattress. Dark hair spanned across the pillows. Instead of it being silky smooth like I knew it could be, knots were thick and it was a bit frizzy. Pity. I bet she looked even more amazing clean and cared for.
    “Kaitlyn.” Gently, I shook her. Nothing.
    An adjoining restroom stood to the right and I walked in, opening one of the cabinets along the back wall. I took out a bottle of Amoxicillin and some Tylenol. Shit, I hoped she wasn’t allergic to Penicillin. Thousands of feet in the air, that would not be good.
    Water bottles filled the small fridge in the corner. I took one, twisting it open. “Kaitlyn.” Even called louder, she didn’t budge. My hand tapped against her face, causing the slightest amount of awareness. “Come on, baby. Open your eyes. I need you to wake up.”
    A groan left her mouth. “I’m cold ,” she whispered.
    “I know, sweetie, and I’ll warm you up soon enough, but I need you to take this medicine for me. You’re sick. We need you better. This will help.”
    My hand