My Princess Terror | 𝔍𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔞

Chapter 3

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Two months later...

We've set up cameras near the Kim's mansion and places she tends to use to bring in new shipments of slaves.

The first two months, I watched her from LA, gathering as much information as possible on her. We arrived in Columbia yesterday, and keeping a low profile, Bam arranged a place for us to stay with one of our contacts. It's a simple-looking house, squashed into an overcrowded area, that won't attract any attention.

My gaze flits over all the screens, and not seeing anything of value, boredom begins to weigh down on me.

This is the part I hate most. Waiting for the right moment to strike.

I'm tempted to call my brother and every other favor owed to me so I can just get the attack over with. But acting out of boredom would be stupid.

"It's been two months," Bambam mutters. "Either Chaerin never leaves the compound, or she's coming and going without us noticing."

"Wouldn't be surprised if she crawled through tunnels like the rat she is. See if you can get a map of what's beneath the property."

Taking my phone out of my pocket, I begin to check my bank accounts. Call me materialistic, but seeing what I've worked my ass off for calms me.

"Is that...?" Bam murmurs as he leans closer to the screen showing the front of the mansion. "Is that the daughter?"

My eyes lift to the screen, and I watch as Jennie Kim comes out of the mansion. She looks like any other socialite as she walks to the Audi parked by the foot of the steps.

Resting my elbow on the armrest of my chair, I rub my thumb over my bottom lip. "Yeah. That's the princess."

"We could take her to lure Chaerin out," Bam mentions.

I shake my head. "Chaerin won't do shit to get her daughter back. We'd stand a better chance of getting her attention by taking a shipment."

Bambam lifts an eyebrow at me. "Why don't we do that?"

"Because it will only get her attention. There's no guarantee it will draw her out of that fucking fortress."

"True." Bam relaxes back in his chair.

My gaze goes back to the screen showing Jennie steering the Audi away from the mansion. An SUV follows behind her. Probably her guards.

With nothing else of interest happening on the screens, I spend the rest of the day making business arrangements with Semion Aulov and Lev Petrov. They're part of the bratva and stationed in Russia, so I allow them to handle things on that side of the world.

After having an early dinner, I catch up on some sleep before relieving Bam so he can rest. It's just past midnight, and I'm staring at the screens showing all angles of the compound when a black figure scales one of the side walls.

The person is small enough to be a woman.

Fuck, please let it be Chaerin.

I'm up from my chair in a second, and grabbing my backpack that holds my rifle, I leave the house. I send Bambam a message letting him know I'm out scouting, and I activate the tracker in the tag hanging from the chain around my neck. That way, Bam will be able to find me if something goes wrong.

A moment later, Bam responds.

Bambam: I'm going to fucking kick your ass.

Lisa: I activated the tracker. I'm just scouting.