“It’s not my fault the girl is older than I thought she was, Rico. She’s a pretty one, so you can still fetch a hefty profit for her.”
Voorhees and I exchange a look.
“She’s too fucking old, Moseley. No one’s gonna buy a thirty-year-old woman to fuck when they can buy someone young and dumb. She’s worth pennies compared to the others.”
Moseley throws up his hands. “You wanted a mail-order bride, Rico, and I gave her to you. It’s not my fault you don’t want her now.”
The man spits on the ground in annoyance. “What am I going to do with her, Moseley? Enlighten me.”
“Enjoy her baked goods?”
“Fuck, are they talking about Mindy?” Gremlin whispers.
I nod.
This is bad. Really fucking bad.
“You better hope she makes some man really happy, Moseley, because if she doesn’t, I’m gonna have your goddamn head.”
Voorhees gives me a look of pity, already knowing I’m spiraling. “She’s gonna be alright, man…”
“Damn right she is,” I growl. “We’re gonna tear their operation and them apart limb from limb.” The thought of them touching Mindy has me thirsting for their blood, blood they’ll never get back once I’m through with them.
“Come on, Krampus, there’s nothing you can do for her right now. Let’s get back to the clubhouse and tell Drac what we found.”
I can hear his words, but I’m too lost in my own thoughts to really pay attention to him.
No one says a word until we’re a good distance away.
Gremlin exhales obnoxiously. “This is bad,” he says softly. “Really bad.”
“Yeah,” I answer grimly, mounting my bike in frustration. “And it’s about to get worse for them.”
Tonight was just recon.
Tomorrow? War.
I’ve got to protect Mindy at all costs.
She has no idea how dark this world can get, or how close danger is to consuming her.
I grip the handlebars harder because tonight proved one thing: if these bastards are trafficking people, there’s no telling how far they’ll go.
They won’t get Mindy.
Not on my watch.
Not ever.
ChapterEleven
Mindy
I wasn’t expecting to see him so early, but there he is, sitting up against my front door at five in the morning, one leg outstretched completely while his head rests against my door.
Quietly, I make my way over to the window and knock, startling him awake.
He jumps to his feet, swinging around to greet me.
