Page 34 of Torn Souls

“Mostly people in the middle east,” I grimace as I answer him knowing exactly what that means.

I have no doubt that whoever were to buy our woman would turn around and sell her again at some point. She would lose everything and be traumatized on a daily basis.

We won’t let that happen but knowing that Chambers has even considered this route means his death is even more imminent. I doubt he even knows how little time he has left on this earth.

“All for money,” Maxim scoffs.

“Of course, all for money,” Kirill seethes. “Men like Chambers only care about money and power. I embarrassed him. That’s clear since he beat his own daughter for something she had no control over. He thinks far too highly of himself, but that will change.”

“I found more dirt on the man on the dark web. It’s nothing current except for the auction, but you know nothing is really gone on the internet.”

“What did you find?”

I glance at Baker and then Kirill. “He was more than just the money man when it comes to Morozov’s dealings. I found pictures. It seems he liked to check on the women they were holding before being shipped out at the port.”

“Tell me that he didn’t abuse those girls and women to then go home to his daughter. I would say he would pretend to be a good father, but I don’t think he did. He was shit in terms of our woman for years and never tried to be anything different.”

I sigh, feeling the need to go and put eyes on our woman even though I can look up and see her mixing something in a bowl. I watch as she finishes up and then pulls the baking sheets out and starts to portion out cookies.

“Some of the images,” I cringe, my mind wandering to them. “They were very explicit. He’s clearly a cruel man who took pleasure from inflicting pain.”

I look toward Baker who must feel my eyes on him because he looks up from the tablet. “While he wasn’t there the night that Wolfe and his team rescued those women over ten years ago, he was there earlier that same day.”

The rage on Baker’s face is instant. I’m not surprised because Wolfe, Dominic, and Hendrix have recently claimed a woman that they rescued all those years ago. They felt a pull to her that night, but it wasn’t the right time for them. Now they’re happy and putting down roots in Seattle even though I have no doubt they’ll keep working all over the world after their job with ferreting out the rest of the Morozov scum who keep popping up.

To know Chambers was there, that he helped to abuse those women, along with so many more, has me wanting to go and track the man down right now.

My fists are clenched, and I zone out, unaware of the conversation around me.

“Huck,” Kirill growls in my face and my eyes focus on him. “Go home. Get to know our woman.”

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. The images in my head have made me feel lightheaded while my stomach churns. They were disgusting.

Certain things just stick with you, and it doesn’t matter the amount of violence and death I’ve seen.

With a nod, I stand up and stride out of the room without looking back. The need to see our woman burns inside of me.

Betty’s smile is wide when she turns slightly and sees me heading toward the elevator. “Mr. Cardenas,” she coos as if I’m not aware that she was a huge bitch yesterday to our woman. “Can I bring you a cup of coffee to your office?”

“I’m not going to my office,” I grit out through my teeth. “I’m heading home to spend time with our woman.”

“O-our o-o-our woman?”

I smirk at Betty knowing it looks sinister as fuck. Even though her question is filled with shock and jealousy she’s smart enough to pull back from where she had started to position herself in my path. I don’t answer her because I don’t owe her a fucking thing.

She’s been throwing herself at all of us, hoping to hook a man who will take care of her. She sees the power we wield, if only in business, and the money we have and those are the only things that matter to her.

It feels like it takes me forever to get home, but the moment I do and step inside, some of the tension falls off my shoulders. I can smell vanilla and chocolate in the air and my mouth waters.

When I step into the kitchen, Oaklynn is just pulling the first baking sheet out of the oven. She twists to grab the one ready to go in. Her movements are fluid and graceful. My eyes eat her up, the need to pull her against my chest is almost too much to ignore.

But being able to watch her is enough. For now.

Once she sets a timer, she turns to move the cookies to a rack that I’ve never seen in our kitchen before. Granted, I don’t spend too much time in the kitchen. I’ve never been a great cook.

If I didn’t have the other guys, who are much more competent in the kitchen than I am, I would have to rely on delivery.

If I’m not cooking, you better believe I don’t spend time baking. It’s not something even the cooks in this house do.

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