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“No, you’re staying in here with Greg, and I’ll go talk to the doctor.” Blake wiggled his phone in the air. “Just got the text John’s on his way up to get you. You just stay put.”

“I’m not—”

Blake’s glare cut her off.

“I was going to say I’m not going to argue.”

Blake laughed. “Right.”

John showed up in the doorway a minute later. “I have a man downstairs waiting. He’ll take you to the safe house. Don’t do anything unless he gives the okay, Aubree. I mean it, no heroics.”

Greg suppressed a laugh when she rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. Just get me to my little girl, but I thought you were taking me.”

John shook his head. “No. I’m staying with these boneheads. They’re going to need all the help they can get going up against Bernie Santinelli.”

“Santinelli? He’s one of them?” Greg asked. Nora hadn’t told him that. Though he shouldn’t be surprised given how hard it had been to get simple truths from her.

“Yeah. Though he goes by a different name. Took his mother’s name or some shit. But he works beside the head of the family. From what I found, he’s been living up in Wisconsin working a different branch of the business.”

“Which branch?” Greg asked with a heaviness building in his stomach.

“Sex trafficking. There’s not enough to tie him to anything solid enough to take him down but he’s being watched,” John explained.

“Trafficking. Nora said he was friends with her dad, almost like an uncle to her.”

“Well, let’s hope he has the same feelings toward her,” John said with a nod.

Sex trafficking.

The men at the flower shop had said they had business with Nora.

Fuck.

Chapter Twenty-Two

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