Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Coal has a dark past. He doesn’t have sex he doesn’t pay for, and for once, that is going to pay off for us all, I hope. Sandoval has a pimp pushing his girls on the streets. When Coal doesn’t want it from our girls, he has used theirs. Sandoval doesn’t know that we are aware it is his stable, but he will soon find out.
If I can get Sandoval to sell me some of his girls to come work for me, maybe I can link them to at least one of these missing women. One break is all we need. We only need to find one of these women alive and go backwards to sort out how they were taken.
With a new angle to follow, we break the meeting so the guys can get back to their jobs, and I can sort my own shit to be ready for Sandoval’s next available time to negotiate. If I am able to work a deal for some girls, we need to be prepared.
“Coal, get Crissy to ready some space. Just in case we can get a girl, we need to have a place for her.”
Lining up our plans is one thing; the hard part of waiting is another. Will Sandoval open this avenue of his business to us? Everything has to be a calculated risk. Normally, I wouldn’t push further into his world this soon, but the disappearances are coming far too frequently to sit back and wait.
My stomach tightens. This whole business disgusts me. It is one thing for us to save women from their own addictions and shadows of their pasts. They willingly sell their bodies. Whoever is taking these women and doing who knows what with them, is taking away their choices.
Hopefully, pushing for more doesn’t arouse any suspicion from Sandoval. The whole mess feels as if we are getting further in bed with the devil.
Morgan
It has been three long days and three even longer nights, without any word or sign of my sister. I have cried, I have paced, and I have prayed for any clue as to where she is. Brooke hasn’t heard from her either, only heightening my concerns. I am borderline hysterical when I leave to go see Casey. I don’t know what she can do precisely, but maybe she can give me some direction to follow in the seedier parts of town.
Arriving at the club, I didn’t give a second thought to Casey’s job. After a quick text, she greets me outside. A silk robe covers her body, and she is wearing sky high stilettos that I am sure I would fall and break my neck if I wore.
“Still nothing?” she asks as I climb out of my car.
The dam on my emotions burst, and I can’t hold back the barrage of tears any longer. As my body shakes in sobs, Casey takes my hand and guides me inside the back entrance and to the dressing room. She hugs me close until I am able to settle enough to pull away and look at her.
“I called the police. They said because she is eighteen they won’t help me, which I sort of knew would happen, but I hoped they would help anyways, since she just turned eighteen not that long ago. Why won’t they help me, Casey?”
“They’re assuming she’s a runaway, and you know what they say about assuming. The cops around here are nothing but asses, honey. Since she doesn’t live at home with your parents and she is of legal age, what more can they do?”
There is a change in music and Casey’s eyes grow big. I stare at her in confusion, although before I can ask her what is wrong, the dressing room door opens.
“Why the fuck do I have music playing and no headliner?” the biggest jerk of my world barks out angrily.
Why is he everywhere I don’t want him to be?
“I… I… I…” Casey stutters.
Gathering my courage, I clear my throat, pushing down the lump that has formed. “It’s my fault. I was having a problem, and Casey is my friend. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here.” I start to get up to leave.
“Damn right you shouldn’t be here. I sell beautiful women, and tonight, you are far from beautiful.” He takes in my appearance of yoga pants and a T-shirt. My hair is in a messy knot on top of my head, and I am certain my eyes are swollen and face splotchy from all the crying.
“Don’t go anywhere, Morgan. I’ll be four minutes and thirty-eight seconds.” Casey looks at me, pleading for me to hang tight.
“The hell she will. I’m sorry some fucker in a suit broke your heart, but you two can whine over some ice cream another night. Casey, you have a job to do, and she is a distraction, one that’s costing me money. Get your ass to work.” Glaring at me, Ice adds, “You, get your ass out of here unless you plan to doll up and work a pole.”