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“I know him,” an attendant replied. “The woman in the picture was buying groceries, and he offered to pay. But she seemed scared of him and refused his offer. He ended up carrying some of the bags out for her.”

“Do you know where he stays?” I asked.

”No, I'm very sorry,” she apologized.

“No, thank you. That was actually enough help,” I said.

“I'll help you look. Can I have the picture please?” she asked.

I sent her the picture along with my number. It was past nine, and I was beginning to lose hope.

What if he had killed her? Could he have sold her to someone?

The more I tried not to think about it, the more the negative thoughts flowed in.

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“What are we going to do?” Jane asked.

Some of my staff had heard about the situation and all were distressed.

“Just take a breather,” I suggested. “Maybe I need to call someone with higher connections.”

“Why would that be necessary?” she asked.

“I have a feeling this person might be dangerous or part of a dangerous gang if he is so bold as to kidnap someone, and the police aren't doing anything about it,” I explained.

“So, who are you going to call?” she asked.

“First, I'm going to call someone to ask for directions,” I noted.

I called Tabitha.

“Hello? Strange for you to actually call me out of the blue. “Is everything alright? “

“Not, quite,” I answered.” I need help from a higher power.”

“You…want to talk with Mom?” she asked. “You do realize that it's like signing a deal with the devil.”

“My soul is a small price to pay to get my love back,” I retorted. “Now tell me where the location is.”

She wasn't wrong. I had my connections, but when it came to dangerous things like this, it was better to ask Mother for help. She knew a lot of people and was one of the most dangerous women in all of Richmond.

Chapter thirty-seven

Mother knows Best

Hilda

I was born into crime. My father was a thief, and my mother was the same. When I got older, it was suspected that I would join the family trade. And boy was I good at it. I could walk past people and their wallets would go missing. The older I got, the easier it was to get what I wanted. That was because I was extremely beautiful; I still am.

The next thing was seduction. Find high-profile men and seduce them, get into their beds, and exit with riches. It got tiring to do it all on my own. I needed a little help. So, I called some good friends who introduced me to some street kids with nothing to do with their lives.

I took their lives and turned them into something profitable by giving them the skills necessary to survive on the street. But large groups of people required funding. My petty theft and seduction ruse was going to wear off soon. A lot of people would have come for me sooner or later, so it was better to be proactive at this point.

Around that time, I met James. I found him very intriguing. It wasn't his eyes; it wasn't even his heart (which was black as coal by the way). Coming from someone like me that was saying a lot.

The thing that drew me to him was the ability to make people do what he wanted through blackmail. And the next most important thing was that he came from a rich family.

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