Page 52 of Lyon

The place wastrashed.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Ryker.

“I’m in her room. It looks like a struggle happened here. She put up a fight. I’m looking around for clues.” My gaze landed on something. “Wait—I found her phone. She took pictures. I’ll call you back.”

“Don’t put yourself in danger,” Ryker warned. “You have all those babies waiting for you have them.”

I smirked. “I won’t let anyone hurt me. I promise.”

“Call me twice a day, and Imeanit. I wish I could be there, but I’m already on my way overseas.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine,” I said before hanging up.

I sat down and went through Jada’s phone. She hadrecordedeverything.

A video played, her voice low but determined.It’s the boyfriend. I befriended him so he’d take me. I need him to bring me to Sherry.

I clenched my jaw.

She had set herself up as bait.

Now, I was going to do the same.

It tooka week before he finally took me.

He thought I was stupid. Thought I wasweak.

I could kill him in the blink of an eye—and when this was over, I planned on doing just that.

I was shoved into a dark room. Seven women were tied to the walls—naked, bruised, and terrified.

Jada was among them.

“You don’t open your mouth,” the man growled. “If you do, I’ll beat you like I beat the others. I’m collecting as many women as I can to trade for a shipment of drugs. I’m going to make afortune.”

So this was all about money.

“Are you saying it’s justyou?” I asked, hoping he’d slip up.

A second voice cut in. “No, there’smetoo. And you were told not to speak.”

A fist flew at my head.

Pain exploded through my skull, and I slumped, pretending to be unconscious so he wouldn’t hit me again.

“Tie this bitch up!” the man barked. “I told you to getteenagers! Youcan’t even do that right.I don’t know why I let you talk me into this. I’m calling to have these women picked up.”

They bound my wrists, but at least they left my clothes on.

I kept my eyes closed until they left.

When I finally opened them, Jada pressed a finger to her lips, nodding toward the surveillance camera in the corner.

Damn it.

I had to wait. They had tosleepat some point.

A sliver of light peeked through a window painted black. It was daylight—meaning I’d know when it got dark. I leaned my aching head back against the wall, planning my next move.

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