Pale skin and Southern accents.
They marched forward like little soldiers, still holding hands, whimpering and shaking, their legs barely holding them up. Jacob and I ushered them to the truck, helping them into the back seat.
I have to bring them back to the hotel, call Yara, and have her pick them up. There was no time to turn around and backtrack to my house.
We would lose too many hours. As of now, we have no information and nothing to go on. It seems no one knows where Hector is, which makes sense. He is the ringleader. There is no way they would have access to that type of strict information.
It still didn't derail my mission. I was sure we would eventually reach someone who knew something, or maybe we would run into the bastard ourselves. I looked at Jacob, rubbing my chin.
"Text Yara. Tell her to meet us at the hotel. She will have to bring the girls back to my place for now. Tell her to have them shower and relax until Tony flies in to pick them up."
Jacob nodded. “Okay, boss.”
I looked at the girls in my rearview.
"I will need your addresses to send you back to your families."
All three nodded, still frightened, but much calmer.
I reached into the cooler, grabbed three sandwiches, three bottles of water, and handed them to our guests. They accepted the food, thanking me, and then dug in like wild dogs.
They barely chewed, swallowing whole chunks of the bread. Poor things. They were starving.
I started the engine before I got out of the truck and grabbed the lighter fluid from the back. Just as I did with the first dump, I lit it up, watching the flames consume the entire building, then headed back to the vehicle.
The girls were dozing off in the back. Jacob nodded, shifting in his seat to re-adjust his nuts.
"Yara will meet us at the hotel. She should be there in about two hours."
I pulled away, sighing. I didn't want to take much longer getting to our next target, but I had to get the girls to safety.
"We will lose some time, but this has to be taken care of. They will return to their homes, and I will sleep better at night knowing we did the right thing."
I grew a slight conscious after meeting Kit.
Lucky me!
Jacob nodded. "I agree."
His voice was firm.
"Wewillfind her, Atlas. That's a promise."
I nodded and headed back to the shitty hotel to wait for Yara.
Chapter 11
Trafficked
Kitlyn
I woke up to soft cries and muffled groans. Hector's voice hung in the air like a thick fog.
"You know, once I get a taste of that ass, I want more. Lay your head down and stop your fucking crying or I'll make it really hurt."
Shit! Not again!
I didn't move. Didn't blink. My body stayed frozen under the thin blanket. If Becca were awake, she didn't let on. We both knew the rules at this point. Stay quiet and invisible.
