“Wait!” Reid shouted, grabbing the man’s cell phone from Marcus and rushing over to where the stranger was dangling.
Annoyed, Niko watched as Reid lifted the man’s head by his hair, then shoved his phone in front of his face.
He was just getting into a rhythm.
To Niko’s surprise, the man’s cell phone unlocked.
Reid shook his head, disappointed. “Why do criminals always use the facial recognition option for their passcode? It’s the easiest way to unlock someone’s phone. I swear these guys are idiots.”
Walking back over to Marcus, Reid began scrolling through the phone.
“Can I proceed?” Niko asked, huffing as his rage continued to build. His brass babies were still hungry, and there was plenty of blood still left in the man.
“Hold your horses,He-Man. You might not need to break his face if I can find something useful on his phone first,” Reid scolded.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Niko responded.
Reid gave him a punishing look.
Deciding he’d better listen to his person, Niko took a step back and watched as Blade and Caden joined them in the basement.
“Any news?” Caden asked, stepping up next to Niko.
Niko shook his head. “007 here is looking through the man’s phone as we speak.”
“How on earth did he get the dude’s passcode?” Blade asked, looking bewildered and impressed.
Niko and Reid locked eyes. Not saying a word, Reid went back to searching through the man’s phone.
So, his chosen brothers were not the brightest of bulbs, but at least they had heart and loyalty. Those were traits Niko could stand behind.
“What the fuck?” Reid gasped, snapping his head up from the phone. “The guy’s from Phoenix. His GPS shows he drove here from the farm we were at last week.”
Niko turned back to face his bleeding punching bag.
“So, you work for those pieces of shit running that farm?” Niko growled, taking a step forward and adjustingBetty and Sueonce again.
“What farm?” Marcus asked, looking between Niko and Reid.
Niko ignored him.
“How about you tell us what’s really going on up at that farm?” Niko growled, grabbing the man by the hair and bringing his fist down on his face once again.
Blood and teeth shot from the man’s mouth as Nikolai’s fist connected with his face.
This was where it was about to get messy.
Niko threw another punch and another.
The man’s head flopped around, barely registering any control of its own.
“Traffick—” the man whispered, barely audible at all.
“What was that?” Niko asked, crouching down so his ear was close to the man’s face.
“Slaves… sex workers…” the man was barely able to get out.
Niko stood, not wanting to believe his words.
