Page 43 of Her Protector Daddies

“Anything you want it to be, sugar.” In ten seconds, she had switched up her attitude, and from the way she cocked her hip and fluttered her lashes while fluffing her hair, it was clear she was looking to get out of this another way.

“Sorry, love. That isn’t going to fly. You’re one of Andrés’ girls aren’t you?”

She paled immediately and straightened up like a board.

“What? No.”

“Bullshit, you’ve got his tat on your back. All his girls wear the same brand. I heard he gives it personally to the ones he really likes.” I softened my expression. “So, what’s your name?”

“Candy.”

“Your real name.”

She slumped one shoulder. “Amy.”

“What are you doing here, Amy? This is downtown. Andrés usually keeps his girls out of here because there’s too much cop traffic, and I know he’s not generous enough to let you go.” Not unless something had happened to physically affect her ability to make him money. Amy didn’t look pregnant, so that ruled that out.

“Nothing,” Amy replied and she suddenly spat at my feet. “I ain’t tellin’ you shit. Pig.”

“Okay, fine,” I nodded. “I’m sure you’ll have a lot to say when I cut you loose, and Andrés calls you in to ask you what you did to get out of cuffs so easily. All it takes is one whisper that you flipped and you’ll be staring down a barrel.”

Her eyes widened.

“We’re letting her go?” Trask called from the car. “Why? Did she give us something juicy?”

“See?” I murmured, ignoring Trask. “Just the fact you slipped cuffs would be enough to make you a pariah.”

“You wouldn’t,” Amy snapped. “You’re a cop. You’re supposed to be a good guy.”

She had a point.

My threat was harsh but given that this involved Andrés, I was willing to push. Having his girls in the downtown area meant one of two things; he was growing bold as fuck and no longer feared the cops or something else was going down.

“Well, Amy. I guess you’re free to go?—.”

“No, wait! Are you insane? You’ll get me killed!” Amy exclaimed.

“Working for Andrés is what will get you killed,” I said calmly.

“Like I had any fucking choice.”

My heart clenched faintly. “Come on, Amy. Why are you downtown? I know you didn’t just wander here on your own. All his girls have strict routes.”

Amy glanced around, then her pale eyes settled on me and she sighed.

“Fuck. Fine. Andrés has a deal coming up – and before you ask, no I have no fucking clue what it is. All I know is that he sent me and all his girls out in the area to clear out the competition and ensure that only his girls are getting any action before the big night.” Amy scratched continuously at her inner elbow and rocked back and forth slightly as she spoke.

“Why?” I asked. “Why does he need you working in the area?”

“I don’t know,” Amy shrugged and her voice was low. “There’s some business deal going down, and he wants full control of the area before it happens. An egotistical show of power maybe? Who the hell knows, but we’re his eyes, y’know? We call if we see cops, and…”

She paused, and I narrowed my eyes as suspicion grew. “And?”

“Well, I just know that the last time he did something like this, we were told to be obvious. Half the crew got arrested that time.”

Half the crew? Why would Andrés want that maybe of his people locked up? If he was trying to break someone out, then a group of escorts wouldn’t be the smartest way to conduct a jailbreak.

Unless it wasn’t that at all.

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