“Fill us in on the mission,” Hunt says from his seat directly across from me. Charlie is sitting beside him, facing Kai. “What are we walking into?”
“Charlie and I wereentertaininga couple of traffickers at my hotel base. A father and son duo. They were giving us jack shit until I found the perfect incentive.” I pause for a second, exchanging a look with Barron. I’m not proud of using Miguel’s granddaughter to force him into spilling his secrets, but it worked. I didn’t hurt the little girl or her mother. They were both sleeping the entire time. We just had to show up with them and that was enough to confirm our threat to sell them into slavery was not an empty threat. Miguel and Miguel Junior sang like canaries after that.
I clear my throat. “Anyway, they told us that when kids age out in Venezuela they are transported to Europe, to places like Spain, Italy, Portugal, France, Germany, The Netherlands, and Bulgaria, where there’s demand for well-trained adult slaves.”
“Some of them go up for auction, and they’re bought by rich pricks with big country houses,” Charlie says.
“I thought Jane had been sent to Venezuela because the trail led there, but Miguel remembered her. He said pretty blonde Americans always fetched a high price.” I almost choke on the words, and Miguel almost choked on his cock when he said that. I would have killed him before we got all the intel if Charlie hadn’t pulled me back.
“She was sent from L.A. to South America purely to throw Drew off the scent,” Charlie continues.
I clear my throat and get a grip. “All trades coming through this route into Europe are managed by this guy, Emil Petrov. He’s the handler and everything goes through him. It’s a massive operation, but it’s run like a business. Miguel swore he would have records, including the name of the person who sold Jane from the US side.”
“A guy like that will be heavily guarded,” Hunt says.
I glare at him. “Do you think I’m a moron?”
“Is that a rhetorical question?” he replies.
“Fuck. You.”
“No thanks. I only let one cock pound this ass.”
I stare at him for a couple seconds before barking out a laugh. “Fuck, Daniels has really rubbed off on you.”
“In more ways than one,” Charlie adds.
“Here I thought you were a couple of cold-blooded killers. Instead, you’re a pair of lame-ass comedians,” Kai deadpans.
“I’ll take the laughs where I can get them. God knows they’ve been few and far between in recent years.” The mood instantly sobers, but the tense atmosphere is broken when my cell pings. Extracting it from my pocket, I frown when I see the incoming call from the head of security for Manning Motors.
“Boss,” he grunts into the phone when I pick up. “I’m sorry to disturb you after hours on a Friday, but we’ve had a bit of an incident in the office I think you need to be aware of.” My fingers dig into the armrest of my chair as he explains, and anger is mushrooming inside me with every spoken word.
“I’ll handle it,” I say when he’s finished telling me everything. “Send the video to my cell.”
“Fuck!” I throw my glass at the wall, feeling no relief when it smashes upon impact on the floor.
The air steward looks petrified as he comes rushing out of the cabin where he’s been hiding.
“Leave it!” I snap.
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“What’s happened?” Kai asks, swirling whiskey in his glass.
“Athena was snooping in my office this evening after everyone had left for the weekend. She somehow acquired keys and managed to disable the security cameras across my entire floor, but she didn’t know about the secret cameras in my office.” I tip my head at Sawyer because it’s their tech I have installed. It evades modern tech detectors, so even if she searched for cameras, they wouldn’t have shown up on any scanner.
“Fucking bitch.” I clench my hands into fists. “She’s been acting all friendly with my PA, and I’m guessing it was on purpose. She must have stolen the keys from her desk. No one else has a set. Now, I’ll have to fire Hilary, and she was a damn good assistant.”
“She’s not worth shit if she made such a rookie mistake,” Hunt says, crossing his feet at his ankles.
“Is there anything in your office she was looking for specifically, do you think?” Charlie asks.
“I can’t imagine what it might be. I only keep work-related stuff in the office. There is nothing related to my extracurricular activities at Manning Motors, and any confidential stuff I do have is locked in my filing room, and only retinal access gets you into it.”
My phone pings with a video message, and the guys crowd around me as we watch the recording. Sure enough, she runs a device around the room for bugs and cameras.
“Take a pic of that,” Hunt says. “I’ll send it to Xavier and Keven and see if they recognize the tech.”
