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Bishopfinally gets in touch by email and informs me he’s sending a car for mesowe can complete our business.
Mystomach churns, but no matter what, I can’t back out now. I need them to thinkthey can trust me, that I’m a high roller who can bring them even more businessafter I purchase my own slave.
Sharingthe sickening child porn—and therefore putting myself at risk— lowered theirguard, as did my dates, but I’m well aware it might not be the last test I haveto pass.
Ablack town car arrives at my fake apartment, and a man the size of a houseknocks on the door. Christ, I thought Dare was big. This guy makes him looklike a munchkin. A lump under his arm shows me he’s packing.
“Mr.Crowe?”
“Yes.”
“Comewith me.”
Somuch for the small talk. I can’t make out the driver behind the heavily tintedwindows, but I'm sure he’s armed as well. The giant slides into the backseatwith me, signaling the driver to go. He also confiscates my cell phone and runsa metal detector wand over to me to check for other recording devices.
“Howfar are we going?”
“Downtown.Mr. Bishop wants to speak with you privately.”
Silencefills the car for the twenty minute trip downtown. I’m surprised when we pullup at a high class hotel. The giant grunts at me to get out, and I’m escortedthrough the lobby and up to the fourth floor. We stop in front of room 422 andthe giant knocks.
Theman who answers the door wears an oily smile to match his hair. Dressed in atailored suit, he looks ready to step into a boardroom, but his business ismuch seedier. “Thank you. I’ll take it from here.”
Thegiant grunts and hands him my phone before leaving. Thankfully, it’s the dummyphone I carry for just this kind of situation, full of fake numbers andcontacts.
Eyeingme with suspicion cloaked in a smile, he steps back. “Come in, Mr. Crowe. I’vebeen expecting you.”
Anotherman sits in the corner of the room, a pistol lying on the table in front ofhim. “Don’t mind Randall. He likes to watch.”
Bishopstudies my reaction, his eyes glinting with predatory malice. He’s thin andquite a bit older than me. Frankly, I could break this little fucker in half,but I nod at him, and take a step back, pretending to be as intimidated as hewants. Narcissists are the easiest people to manipulate. Their egos are rightthere in the open, waiting to be stroked.
“Iunderstand you have an interest in one of my girls.”
“Ruby.”
“Ah,yes, Ruby. Who doesn’t love a redhead?”
She’snot a redhead, you piece of shit. “She’s very beautiful. Tell me, is sheobedient?” Years of talking to perverts online have been practice for this, butI’ve never had to spew this shit face to face.
Laughing,he pours two tumblers of whiskey and hands me one. “All my girls are obedient.It’s just like training a dog, you know.”
Bilerises in my throat. “Good. I don’t want to waste time training her. I want agirl who will do as I say, whether it’s cleaning my house, or sucking my cock.”
“Wellsaid,” he responds, raising his glass before draining it. I follow suit, tryingnot to wince at the taste. I hate hard liquor.
“So,your price for Ruby is—
“Notso fast. Why, we hardly know each other. And I’ve come to realize the best wayto get to know a man is to watch him fuck.”
No.I know where this is heading.
“I’mflattered, Mr. Bishop, but you have too much cock for me.”
Theasshole laughs aloud. “I’m afraid you do as well. Luckily, I brought one of mynew girls, Jana.”
No.Fuck no, this isn’t happening. He wants me to rape a girl to prove I’mtrustworthy. I’ll do anything in my power to save my sister, but I can’t dothat. My panic is short lived as he calls for Jana to come in from thebathroom.
Masonis a damned miracle worker, or at least his FBI contact is. The woman whoenters is the same one Agent Michaels showed me a picture of weeks ago. Shelooks young, but she’s an agent, undercover for a few weeks now. Her testimonyand mine are what they’re counting on to bring this operation down.
