Page 22 of Dangerous Contract: Part 2

"Is he headed toward Old Industrial?" Rome asked.

Raz zoomed out to get a better view of the map. "Yes, he is."

Rome flicked his right signal light on. "We're closer to the warehouse than he is. We should be there at least ten minutes before him. We can set up an ambush and bring him down. If things go according to plan, you should have Monique in your arms in about an hour, maybe less."

Raz released a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding.

"I'm coming, love," he whispered as the red dot continued to move. "I'm coming as fast as I can. Be safe, love. Please be safe."

But Monique wasn't safe. And what Raz didn't know was that when he found his Rosa, she would be a bloody mess.

Chapter Six

MONIQUE

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Trevor snatched the phone from her after Raz was done addressing her and said he wanted to talk to Trevor. On the inside, Monique was smiling as she listened to the things Raz said to her sorry-ass ex-husband.

Trevor's eyes widened with each word her man uttered. If his eyes got any bigger, they'd pop out of his head. He probably preferred that over what Raz had planned for him.

"Trevor,"Raz growled, sounding more like an animal than a man."You stole money from the casino. And I gave you a second chance. You lied to my family. And we let you live. But you've fucked up now. I don't know who gave you the balls to pull this, but I'm going to chop those balls off when I find you. You took my heart from me. A man can't live without his heart."

Oh, Raz. Happy tears welled in her eyes. She found herself wrapping her arms around herself, wishing she was wrapped in Raz's embrace.

"I will get her back and make you wish you'd never heard the names Monique Rose or Orazio Cattaneo. And whoever helped you take her from me will suffer my wrath, too. Get ready, bitch. And don't try to run. There's nowhere you can runor hide to escape the pain I'm about to deliver to your weak ass."

The line went dead. Trevor was practically trembling as he clutched the phone tightly. Then, his wild gaze jerked to where she was seated on the edge of the bed, still chained up.

"This is all your fault, bitch," Trevor roared, taking a step in her direction.

Her father rushed forward to block Trevor's path to her.

"Son, you need to calm down," Pastor Rose told Trevor. "This isn't the way to handle things."

Trevor's face contorted with rage, his eyes never leaving Monique. "You think I don't know that?" he spat, practically foaming at the mouth. "But what am I supposed to do now, huh? None of this shit is going according to plan. And she knows too much!"

"Listen to me, Trevor," Pastor Rose insisted, approaching him cautiously. "We can figure something out together. First, we have to let the girls go."

"Let her go?" Trevor laughed bitterly, the sound sending a chill down Monique's spine. "And then what? She'll just go running back to Orazio Cattaneo and tell him everything she's overheard here."

"We haven't discussed important things in front of her," Pastor Rose pointed out. "You should try calling the head of the family. Don, or whatever his name is. Maybe you can make another deal with him. Or with that other family you work for."

"Deal?" Trevor scoffed, his wild eyes darting around the room. "There's no dealing with these people! They come to you when they need you, not the other way around. They're ruthless, and they'll stop at nothing to take me down now that I'm no longer useful to them. Because to them, I know too much and I played both sides. Now, both families will want a piece of me."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Pastor Rose demanded, his patience wearing thin. "We still need money. And lots of it."

"Simple," Trevor replied, his gaze flickering to Monique for a brief moment before returning to Pastor Rose. "We sell her to one of my clients. That way, she's off our hands, and we still get the money we need. We won't get as much as the Cattaneo Don promised. But if we sell all three of them, we'll get enough to get out of our problems."

"Absolutely not!" Pastor Rose yelled, outrage painted on his face. "I told you before, that's not an option, Trevor. I'm not trafficking my daughter."

"But you trafficked..."

"I'm not selling my daughter," Pastor Rose roared, speaking over Trevor.

"Then give me a better solution!" Trevor snapped, his fists clenched at his sides.

As the two men continued to argue, Monique's mind was on the sentence her father hadn't let Trevor finish. Had her father been trafficking women?Impossible. Yeah, he was a horrible dad, but surely Pastor Rose wasn't a trafficker.

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