Fuck. Seven others I have to go hunt down.
“Do you want out?” I ask her. There’s no point in saving someone who doesn’t want to be saved. No point in wasting my resources, time, and energy and taking it away from other important things I have if she will go crawling back to this lifestyle.
“What?”
“It’s not a trick question. Do you want out of this life?”
I watch the slow roll of her throat as she contemplates.
“Listen, I am not like those bastards. I’m offering you an out. I need you to want it and give me the okay if you do.”
Her lip quivers with a nod as a small sob escapes her. “But not without the others.”
“Okay.” I nod. “Now tell me where the others are.”
CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
TYLER
She doesn’t knowwhere the rest are, which means it’s up to me to figure out. However, I do know where Mitchell is. And we’re about to have some fucking words.
He’s trying to test me. Because with a little coaxing and research, she gave me her full name, to which I researched and learned she’s the daughter of the man we are trying to sever these bastards from.
His name is Adam Lannister, owner of Lannister Land Investing.
She was kidnapped and sold into the skin trade. And now, Mitchell had her at my door. She’s his token. His prize for a trade. We give her back to Adam, he gives us these men we’re trying to contract. It’s vile. It’s wrong. But fuck, he’s good.
Marching down the hall with the woman, who I learned is named Katerina Lannister, I kick in Mitchell’s door. The rage inside me is blinding.
“This is what you fucking do? This is what you do on your goddamn business trips?” I yell as I hold the woman by her upper arm. She’s stumbling over her own feet.
Mitchell takes a sip of his bourbon as he eyes Katerina withno remorse. Not even a reaction comes from him as I burst into his room.
“And?” he asks.
“You’re participating in the sex and skin trade. These are people, Mitchell, fucking people,” I say, sitting the drugged woman down. “You know who she is and you’re using her instead of saving her.”
“Do you tell yourself that when you complete your hits, Tyler? Did you tell yourself that when you killed the four men who tried to drug your sister? When you do your own hits based on personal vengeance? When you do things for the woman you claim to love but didn’t even know her previous legal name?”
I remain silent. How the fuck he knew that, about Sam’s predators, I have no clue. About Sunny…
“Don’t act holier than thou, Tyler. You may not do what I do, but you still do fucked up shit. We are not that different. Just enjoy the girl. Then return her to her father. Your girl is leaving anyway.” He sets his glass down.
“We are not the same. I’d never hurt a woman. I am notyou,” I growl. “Do fucking better, Mitchell. Do better!” I grab Katerina by the arm to bring her back to my room. I need to book a few rooms for her and the rest so they can sober up.
“Where are the rest?” I demand.
God knows who those other girls may be with. Women of higher status can become higher targets. People will pay big money for them to be able to connect bloodlines. It makes me think about those men who tried to drug Sam and take advantage of her.
My gut drops thinking about if Sunny were one of these girls. Sam… Mace..
“Guess you’ll have to find out. Happy hunting.” Mitchell turns his back to me.
I hate myself. I hate that I care. I hate that I’ve created these morals to live by. I hate that I couldn’t finish my texting session with Sunny. I hate that I’ve been too busy to even check the cameras in my home and make sure she’s safe.
I now sit in my hotel room, trying to hack the hotel system so I can find what rooms these men are in. I also booked rooms for the girls, too.
Katerina is now in the room next to mine so I can keep close watch with my men standing outside her door. Mitchell always has a purpose behind everything he does. And I learned that shit quickly tonight. All my life, really. But little does he know where he has purpose, I have a plan.
