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She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. “Aponi?”
I swallowed the sob climbing my throat. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
Faron moved to disable the cameras.
Tag checked the rest of the room and found a closet filled with shelves.
Files. Thumb drives. Photos.
I turned and opened one of the drawers.
And nearly dropped it.
Photos.
Dozens of girls.
Labeled. Tagged. Sold.
A spreadsheet pinned to the inside listed names, dates,bids.
My vision blurred.
Tag moved beside me. “This is the whole damn operation.”
Faron stepped out of the shadows, holding a clipboard.
“This was never about money,” he said. “It was about power. Control.”
He flipped the sheet over.
My stomach turned.
There were client codes.
And next to one of them—“Incoming: 17 y/o, unregistered, high bid.”
Tag’s voice was a growl. “He was prepping Kaylie for sale.”
I stood and faced them, trembling with fury.
“No more waiting. No more gathering evidence. We take this bastard down.”
Faron nodded. “We torch this place.”
Tag looked at us both. “Then we start a war.”
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Ihadn’t been this angry in years.
Not in the worst firefights. Not when I was locked in a foreign prison, wondering if I’d die there.
This was different.
This waspersonal.
