People go missing every day. Men, women, kids, babies. Some get taken, some run away, and some simply aren't there anymore.
There are books and movies and such written about a 'Black' market. This black market is a place where people with different appetites shop for their pallets. Anything can be bought there.
My job is getting whatever is needed to fill the orders while leaving no evidence behind. Sometimes I acquire the precious cargo and deliver it unharmed, sometimes I kill the cargo. Whatever the order calls for.
How did I get this job? That isn't important.
How can I do this job? I don't give a fuck. No one ever cared about me, so why would I give a fuck about anyone but myself?
Until her.
Kylie. My sweet Kylie.
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Precious Cargo: Taken
DragosteTrigger Warning: ***This book is a standalone Dark romance. It is not your typical love story. It contains an unconventional kind of love. This book contains scenes that may be triggering for some readers. This story should be read by those who are...
