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Max interrupts my thoughts, “Hey man, you alright?”

I nod, “Yep. Ready?”

He laughs, “You got a woman, Saint?”

I want to stifle my grin, I do, and I try but fail miserably, “Yeah. You’ll meet her soon.”

He chuckles again loudly, “Alright Romeo, let’s go kill the scum of the earth.”

Chapter Seventeen

Kat

I nod to his security on my way out, “Going for a walk and then some window shopping.”

“Do you want security, Ma’am?” The tall, mean, looking man asks.

“No. Did Damian say I needed it?”

He shakes his head, “No. Only if you ask.”

Smiling at him, I say, “Nope. I’m good then,” and head outside. The sun is shining, and it makes me smile. Wandering around, I look in the shop windows. I’m not buying anything because I’m as poor as a church mouse.

Damian left a credit card for me, but I don’t feel right using it.

I’m staying with him temporarily, but I have no desire to become a kept woman. I turn down a side street and stop in my tracks. There’s this feeling you get when someone is watching you. My breathing gets heavy as the fear causes prickles to break out on my skin. Now, I wish I had said yes to having security escort me. Pulling on my big girl panties, I slowly turn around. When I see the person in front of me, I relax instantly. It’s a woman, taller than me, with dark hair and big green eyes. I don’t have a clue who she is, but she carries herself like everybody must surely know who she is.

Arching an eyebrow, she slides her sunglasses off her head and onto her face, “So you’re the flavor of the week?”

At first, I’m thoroughly confused, “The what?” Then it clicks in my brain, “Oh this is about Damian.”

She smirks at me, “Slow but eventually you get there.”

“Okay, what can I do for you?”

Smiling sweetly, the strange woman says, “My name is Angelica, I’m positive Damian has mentioned me, stay away from him. He’s not yours. In six months, we’ll be welcoming a baby into our family. Sir always does the right thing, surely you know that. He will marry me.”

I stand gaping at her while she turns and walks away, knowing the bomb she just dropped at my feet is causing my heart to explode. Sliding down to the ground, my mind is reeling. A baby? Did she refer to him as sir? Suddenly, I feel sick. Jumping off the grass, I run to the closest garbage can and expel everything I’ve eaten today. My mind conjures images of them together. Kissing. Her on her knees, calling him Sir. Damian, staring at her with affection like I thought he did with me. The two of them cradling a newborn. He’s not mine, he never was. I knew he’d destroy me. My heart pounds so hard I feel it in my eardrums. The pain is nauseating. Wiping my tears, it's time to pick myself up and do what I have to. I need to get out of here. I have to go back to Damian’s, get some clothes, and get the fuck out of there before he returns. There is no chance I can emotionally handle facing him. Mr. I always wear a condom, is nothing but a liar. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I’m thunderstruck. This is something I never saw coming. I thought he’d tell me he had met someone else and moved on. But this? Nope. I couldn’t have ever imagined this. Then it dawns on me. Am I the other woman?

Chapter Eighteen

Damian

We sit in the vehicles waiting for word from Benji that the cameras are disabled. The excitement of eliminating these assholes emanates from the van. The energy is almost electric, the anticipation high. Not a word is spoken as we stand by with bated breath.

Finally, we hear his words through our earpieces, “Good to go. All three men are in the ballroom.”

I rub my hands together with excitement, pleased that it’s time to let the monster out. They call me the saint, but I’m closer to a demon than anything heavenly.

Max’s team is filled with highly skilled assassins, but I might be the most dangerous. I’m not simply interested in eliminating these men. I want them to hurt, cry, and beg for mercy. It won’t end with the leaders either. The scum that came to buy women are not leaving alive. They aren’t any better than the fuckers that call themselves Slave Trade.. The name says it all, and it’s fucking revolting. I smile to myself, nearly gleeful that these fuckers are about to get what's coming to them.

Max glances at me and nods, “Let’s move.”

We all file out of the vehicle and enter through a side entrance for the guest rooms. Max booked a room under an alias so that we’d have a key. Going through the front might have alerted employees that shit is about to go down. The element of surprise is on our side exactly as we want. Team two has been instructed to search the hotel for the women while team one is heading straight to the ballroom where the auction will be held. We intentionally arrived just before the scheduled starting time so all the buyers would likely be present. Max really only wanted to get to the leaders, but I insisted on eliminating the buyers as well. If we don’t get them, they will find other trafficking rings to buy little girls and women from. It’s a cycle that will never end. They are part of the problem, after all, if there weren’t buyers, these guys would already be out of business. As long as there’s a buyer, these women are in danger. All women are.

We walk in silently. The first hallway is filled with hotel rooms. After turning right at the end, Max points to the ballroom.

We calmly walk into the room. Hunter closes and locks the door behind him. The scene before me is difficult to witness. There are three women handcuffed to the floor of the stage. They wear clothing, but not much, only a bra and underwear.

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