Page 72 of The Marshal


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Not the company one.

Quickly logging into my offshore bank account, I see the money has been deposited for the next delivery.

Mr.Beanie—not his real name—cut it close on Tuesday.He still hadn’t paid when Louisa showed up for her appointment.Aka: delivery day.What a colossal fuck up.The crew were lined up to grab her and deliver her to him, and the seven-figure sum was outstanding.

I’d had to step outside just before she arrived to deal with the situation.

“Why are you calling this number?”Mr.Beanie asked, furious and clearly shaken.

Phone calls were rarely made.

“Because the money is not in my fucking account.Still,” I ground out.“You have one hour, or the videos will be released.”

Silence.

“Do you know who you are fucking with?”he growled.

I shook my head.

Of course I knew.

He was a public figure—that’s all I’ll say—with a lot to lose.It’s why I never did business with people I didn’t have some leverage over.

“Get me the money or it won’t matter who you are.Next time you want virgin pussy, call someone else.”

“I could have you locked up,” Mr.Beanie threatened.

Yeah, he could.

But not without exposing himself.None of them ever do.There are way too many high-profile, powerful and trusted people implicated in this trafficking industry that if it did happen, people’s minds would implode.

No one can be trusted.

Not even your local dentist.

I snigger to myself and transfer the agreed-upon fee to the delivery people and head of the organization I work with.

Oscar.

Not his real name, I’m sure.

Payments made, I pull up the images I sent through this week of Trinity.Another dentist first met with her, so I didn’t have the right photos, hence having to get more done this week.

Focusing on her green innocent eyes, and making sure she blushed while smiling, I then asked her to tuck up her legs so I could lean in front of her and quickly darted to the end of the table and took the snap of her exposed panties.

Luck of the draw.

I can get a good fifty or sixty thousand more for a girl if I can share more skin.

Caylee looked suspicious this time, and while she wasn’t in the room for that part, I had to be careful.

I send an encrypted message to

‘Oscar’ with Trinity’s images attached, and by the time I push send, my cock is hard.Reaching inside my pants, I click on the dark web link on the desktop and wait for it to load.

I select my favorite video.

A small boy.He’s terrified, has dead eyes, and he’s hard.