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It’s the truth. They weren’t fighters. They were smugglers. Evil fucking scum.
The second I stormed out of Sophia’s room the other day, I called Maksim and asked if there was something I could do, anything to get my hands dirty. He didn’t have anything particularly pressing or nearly violent enough, so I called Ray.
He told me about a smuggling operation he was trying to strong arm.
“These bastards think this is a free city,” he’d said. “But it’s not. No one is allowed to start up any kind of business without our permission, and these fuckers didn’t ask for our permission.”
We quickly found out why.
These assholes weren’t just smuggling drugs or contraband. They were smuggling people. Girls. Young girls.
My fists clench as I remember the shipping container we found down by the water. Fucking hell. The smell…
We hardly even let the fuckers explain. Whether the accident was caused by a lack of airholes, or a delay due to bad weather, it didn’t matter.
Ray and I were both on the same page.
It was a massacre. But some got away. They couldn’t have gone far, though. Those fuckers barely spoke English, and we torched their ship. My bet is that they’re hiding around the docks, waiting for an unguarded vessel to sneak onto.
They don’t deserve to escape.
Who the fuck does that to anyone—let alone a group of young girls?
You.
Isn’t that exactly what I’m doing with Sophia? Keeping her locked away, all alone—after I defiled her…
“I’ve already sent some men to deal with whatever scum is left,” Ray says, his knuckles turning white as he clenches the steering wheel. Neither of us will ever forget what we saw. “Our job there is done. I’m just glad we made most of them pay. To think ,they would have gotten away with it if I hadn’t stumbled upon that tip…”
“Well, tell your men to catch at least one of them alive, if they can. We should find out where they came from and who they work for. This can’t be allowed to happen in our city.”
Ray nods. “Glad to see you’re thinking clearly again, boyo.”
“It’s been a long week…” I mumble in response.
“Don’t I know it.”
I can tell that Ray wants to say more. Hell, he definitely wants to ask me about Sophia and the Greeks, but he thinks better of it.
So, instead of speaking, we just drive in silence. But that’s almost worse. With nothing to distract me, my raging mind drifts back to everything that’s happened.
Those dead girls in the shipping container. The kiss. Sophia locked up in my bedroom. It all blurs into one nightmare.
“Take me back to Manhattan,” I hear myself say, when it all becomes too much to bear.
Something needs to be done. Or, at the very least, something needs to be confronted.
I can keep running away from my problems.
“The brownstone?” Ray asks.
“The brownstone,” I nod.
* * *
“You can go now.”
“Let me just bring Ms. Sophia’s dinner up to her, then I’ll leave.”
