Page 42 of Seduction

This search for Brent is making me feel hopeless. I can’t understand how this fucker is slipping through my fingers at every fucking turn, and it’s starting to anger me.

I just want to make my Angel happy, and she won’t be fully herself again until we find and bring Brent home, but we aren’t stopping there.

We have every intention of taking Dimitri down in the process so that Haliee and Brent can finally be free to live their lives the way they were always meant to.

My computer dings just as I’m about to get up to find some food, and I click on the notification.

“Holy shit!” I grab my phone and dial Lukas. The second he picks up, I bark down the line. “Come home. Right the fuck now, Lukas. Code Angel, stat! Keep her at school with the others.”

I hang up, not waiting for him to ask questions, and start reading over the reports we got in from Russia on Dimitri Koschov.

“Holy fucking shit,” I whisper as I read over the rap sheets.

Grooming young children to become hookers in seedy underground clubs he owned. Kidnapping them at a young age to make them believe he is the be all and end all of their world, and they had to whore themselves out to seedy fucks.

Only a few were ever rescued alive before he disappeared from Russia, but they were never the same. Their mental health was so broken they had to be institutionalized to keep themselves safe from self-harm and hatred, screaming “No! He’ll kill me, please! Master said I have to!”

Is this what he wanted to do with Haliee? No, it can’t be. He wouldn’t have worked this long to have her if that were the case.

No, he wanted her for himself. I have no doubt in my mind she would have become a compliant prisoner at some stage of the game and that idea has me throwing up into the trash can under my desk.

Going back to the rap sheets once my stomach is empty, I read how he was into drugs, sex trafficking women, kidnapping children and grooming as we found out above. He dealt with weapons of all kinds on the black market too.

All of this and they could never make it stick because he likely has too many higher officials in his pockets.

It’s fucking sick, and I know Lukas is going to lose his shit when he gets home.

Out of all the fuckers we have ever ended, this one will be the most pleasurable in so many ways.

Lukas

Fuck. How am I supposed to do this without Scratch losing her goddamn mind?

Would help if Ollie had just given me anything to go on, but did he? No. All he said was Code Angel, and that means it’s important.

“Hey, Scratch,” I call her name, getting her attention from Corden’s endless flirting.

“You okay? What’s wrong, Lukas?” she asks me, and I see the worry in her eyes. God, I hate seeing fear and worry on her face.

I just want to take everything that’s ever hurt her, and demolish it until there’s no way she can ever feel this pain and fear again... but one step at a time.

“I’m fine,” I tell her, and she crosses her arms over her chest like she knows I’m lying.

“Want to try that again, Lukas?” Her tone tells me she’s angry, and the twins come over to see what’s going on.

“What’s happening?” Barren looks between us, but I don’t have time to say anything else before the professor walks in.

“Take your seats, please.” He gives the group of us a look, and I watch Haliee hesitate before letting out a cute little growl and plopping her ass in the chair.

Corden, Barren and I follow suit, and once I know the creepy fuck isn’t looking at us anymore, I pull out my phone and text the twins.

Me:

Ollie called. Code Angel.

Corden:

What the fuck?! Why are we sitting here right now, then?

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