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“You speak English?” Bane looks down at her. She’s stunning. She’s barely wearing any makeup except a slick of red lipstick. Her skirt is short, and her top low. Her shock of long, black hair is slung across one tanned shoulder.

It only confirms that this asshole is trafficking women, but whether he has any girls from New Orleans remains to be seen.

She nods.

Bane looks up. “This looks broken. You got anymore?”

“Merchandise arrives tomorrow night,” Jefferson says, leaning forward. “You like her, I’ve got plenty more just like it.”

Bane nods once. “Send the location, we’ll be there.”

“I’ll send the usual instructions, make sure your friends don’t bring anyone else. We wouldn’t want our little get-together to get out of hand, would we?”

“That won’t happen,” Bane assures him. He plants a hand on the woman’s ass. “She’s comin’ with me.”

Jefferson grins. “Be my guest.”

We go to stand, and I’ve no fuckin’ clue how this escalated, but for the first time, we have a goddamn chance. Finding Tilly may be like a needle in a haystack, but now that we know Jefferson’s MO, we can act accordingly.

Brew and Haze slowly rise, as do I and we turn to follow Bane toward the stairs that lead down.

“Second avenue on south,” Bane says as soon as we’re past the security guard. “There’s a shop called Cigar Haven, meet me there. Make sure you’re not followed.”

He puts his arm around the girl and whispers something to her. She immediately relaxes. I stare after him. She willingly goes, which I guess if you look at the other option of staying here with Monty Jefferson, I’d probably do exactly the same.

Riot and Star meet up with us as we go to leave. I slide a hand around my girl's waist and hold her there. There’s too many bodies here, and too many bad apples. Though, nobody seems to want to mess with us either, so that’s a bonus.

“Is everything okay?” she asks. “Why are we leaving so soon?”

“I’ll explain in the truck.”

The chill of the night air has Star shivering, and I shrug off my coat to wrap it around her shoulders.

Bane is nowhere to be seen. Son of a bitch.

I look at Brew and Haze. “Riot will come with us. Star will text Kyle and Halo to follow, but make sure they stay out of sight.”

“This all Cash’s doin’?” Haze barks. “Would’ve been good to give us the heads up.”

“Heads up about what?” Harlem’s voice booms behind us.

I turn, and sure enough the big guy and Tag, along with Pipes, Hawk and Bandit come up behind us.

“About time you guys arrived,” I mutter.

“You think we’d let you do this alone?” Harlem grunts. “Cash thought it’d be best if you had some back-up, just in case.”

“Can’t say I’m complainin’,” I say. “But Bane? Seriously, the guy’s unhinged from what I’ve heard, now we’re goin’ to some secret location to discuss business.”

“Cash said he’s legit, and he’s been workin’ with this scumbag Jefferson for a while,” Tag says. “He’s tryin’ to bring him down.”

“That remains to be seen,” Haze mutters. “He did just take a girl with him who’s a hundred percent bein’ trafficked.”

“Better off with him than with that asshole,” I interject. “And she might talk.”

“We’re comin’ with you,” Hawk adds. “This could get out of hand before it even begins. Bane won’t be happy about us bein’ here pokin’ around, and while Cash smoothed shit over, it won’t hold him forever.”

Shit like that doesn’t scare me. If Bane is this upstanding guy, then the more people trying to break these assholes, the better.

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