“What’s your name?” he demanded roughly. The woman beside her sobbed, yet she remained quiet.
“Send them back,” he ordered, knowing Leo’s team planned to apprehend them. “Don’t bother me again unless you have something worth my time. I dropped a meeting to arrive on time, only to have the location changed at the last minute. You expect me to take your leftovers?” Julio moved away from the women, acting put out.
“You said you preferred blondes. We do have others if you want to go for a drive,” Mr. Baskins offered. “I’m afraid I’ll have to blindfold you. Since your last visit, we’ve made a few more precautionary measures.”
“I don’t have time to play games,” Julio ground out. “These two aren’t worth the deposit I gave you. I expect a refund.”
The smile faded from Mr. Baskins’ face. “I assure you, we have more. Unfortunately, we must test our clients after the last incident. You’ve passed. If you come with me, it’ll be worth your while.”
“Fine,” he agreed reluctantly. His eyes roamed over the two women, hoping the first kept her spirits up until they found the others.
Taking the service elevator, the four of them went to the ground level, where a limo waited. They ushered the woman inside and Julio sat opposite them, giving Matthew a clear view to identify them. They exited the parking garage, and Mr. Baskins handed him a blindfold.
“If you don’t mind.”
“I mind, but we’ll see if it pays off,” he threatened, sending a deadly glance to Darren Garfield.
Placing it over his eyes, he listened keenly to any sounds, indicating where they planned to take him.
“You’re a pig,” one of the women spat, earning a slap across the face.
Easy, sweetheart. The cavalry’s coming.Julio thought to himself as they drove out of the city.
The car slowed and they turned onto a gravel road. When it stopped, two men opened the doors and dragged the two women out. The blonde managed to kick one hard in the shin before they managed to subdue her.
Julio ripped off the eye covering and scanned the area. The southern mansion shouted money and misery as they entered it. Soft music played and candles set the mood as they escorted him to the parlor area. Four naked women stood in a line, shackled at their ankles. Seeing him, one peed herself, earning a jab from the woman beside her.
He approached, pretending interest while his mind envisioned Rebecca having to do this for sick, depraved people.
“If I choose from this group, how long must I wait for another invitation?” he asked casually, sticking his hands in his pockets.
“If you follow the protocol, you’ll be eligible to make another purchase in about a year. This ensures nothing can be linked back to either of us,” Mr. Presley explained.
“May I purchase more than one?” he asked.
“As long as you pay the required price. I’m surprised you’d want to take more than one,” Mr. Baskins said, sounding suspicious.
“Gerard told me of a woman who doesn’t get sold but entertains specific clients. If I offer to take a couple off your hands, I hope to get a sampling of your more exclusive products,” Julio said, regarding the women.
“I’m afraid she’s not available at the moment,” Garfield faltered.
Yeah, you bastard, because I have her.Julio thought.
“What about the child I met at the house before the party got interrupted. Did you sell her?”
“Gerard has her at the moment,” Mr. Baskins said, sitting down. The men shoved the two women into the room and shackled them to the others.
“I’ll pay double for her, and I’ll take two of them,” he announced. Bring me the computer, and I’ll transfer the funds.”
“You don’t know how much they cost,” Mr. Baskins exclaimed.
“Do you think I’m not good for it?” Julio challenged.
Mr. Baskins nodded, and a man dropped a tablet on the table. Julio typed in his password and waited for the man to write down the figure.
“When will I get the child?” he asked as his fingers paused over the keys. Baskin’s eyes gleamed in greed as he licked his lips in anticipation of the funds.You’ll never see a dime, you fucker.
“I’ll contact him as soon as the payment clears,” he bargained.
