Chapter Thirteen

Halle narrowed her eyes, sipping at the stale Styrofoam cupped coffee that Matt had brought with him. Matt sat there fidgeting nervously in his seat, eyes darting around the darkened room of the cheap hotel. After over a month of silence he had called her earlier that morning, requesting an immediate meeting. She had begun to fear that he had been made out, tortured and killed like the others his mutilated corpse yet found. Relief had overcome her, even as he had done is best his best to fill her in and also explain his long period of silence. Pleading that they break long established protocol and meet up.

"So you're telling me that you had no choice in the matter at all?"

"Yeah. Pretty sure the crazy fucker had a gun aimed at the back of my head."

She nodded, setting her cup down on the table next the case summery. She ran over the information quickly in her head again. Matt had managed to infiltrate the group, granted he had done so by murdering a rival. That was something that could be easily overlooked in the long run, the man had already been a mark both in the underworld and among some of the off the grid law enforcement agencies. Agent Dunleavy on the other hand was another matter.

Halle had been unaware that he had even been in a position within the ranks of Ross's men. The same with Agents Ian Miller and Seth Moore. She was unsure at the moment which was more troubling, the fact that Near already had a few good agents placed within the organization yet had also requested the services of Matt or the troubling fact of just how far the target, Mello, was willing to go to ensure his own safety.

"Can you get out?"

Matt shook his head slowly, "I can't."

"Matt you need to get out. I can extract you out right now. You would be on a plane heading for a safe house before Mello and his men even caught wind."

"There is a girl." He stood up, and ignoring her raised brow approached her.

"Mail, now is not the time to get sentimental."

"No..he has a girl. Young thing. She claims she is sixteen, but she may be even younger. He keeps her around like some sort of perverse lap dog." He slowly removed his shirt, tossing it to the side carelessly as his hands went to her hips.

"There's no mention of a girl in the reports from Near. A relative of one of the men perhaps?"

"No. I think she was never mentioned before because she was a hooker that he acquired in a business transaction. As you know private fucks with whores are not something that would have been heavily noted. Most Agents, even good ones, would have assumed that she was another of the girls under employment."

Halle leaned back against the table, eyes closing as his fingers caught the hem of her shirt, her only reaction being to raise her arms as he slipped the garment from her. He bent forward, kissing along the edge of her bra as his fingers began to work on the offending materials clasp.

"Hooker? Sixteen? Are you sure he's-"

Matt cut her off, "Yeah, the bastard screwed her while I was in the room."

Clasp now undone, he slid the straps from her shoulders, grinding his pelvis against hers.

"Oh." She leaned back a little, bracing herself with her hands on the table as his fingers went to work on unbuttoning her jeans. "Runaway?"

"Don't think so. She has an accent, speaks Russian or some other damn Slavic language. I am not sure."

"How close are they? Is she a liability to either him or the mission?"

"I assume not that close, he roughs her up a lot. Smacks her around if she disobeys or if she isn't a good little bitch and quick to.. how should I say it, ah service his needs." She raised up a little as he slid her jeans and panties down over her hips and legs.

"Just him?" Halle shifted uncomfortably as her bare skin came in contact with cool surface of the table "Or does she service others as well?"

"Yeah, she's a total slut for cock. He even told me to have a go with her one night. Said fucking her was my reward for the Dunleavy thing. Poor girl was so wasted she was puking. He threatened to mess her up real good if she began protesting having five dicks in a day."

Halle coughed, "Did you?"

Matt was looked her in the eyes, shivering as her fingers unzipped him, pulling his erection free. "No. I made some lame ass excuse about whiskey dick."

"Something tells me you are liar." She placed her index finger against his lips to silence him as she continued. "Oh, I believe there is a girl. But I doubt he offers her up like some cheap piece of meat to others. Arrogant as he is, something tell me his toys are private property that only he is allowed to play with."

Their conversation was soon forgotten as he pushed into her in one fluid movement. "Fuck Mail, I have missed you."

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Matt watched as she dried off, laughing as he took notice of her distasteful expression as she rubbed the rough fabric of the towel over her damp skin.

"Amenities not to your likings princess?"

"Not when your cheap ass is paying for the room. How much is he paying you anyways?"

"Who Near? The usual rate."

"No, our darling Mello. Don't act all surprised that you're not the only one on his payroll."

"Well then, that my dear is a little detail I shall be keeping between me and my accountant. Since you like keeping secrets yourself."