Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
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"What do you want?" I glowered at him.
This isn't what I needed right now.
He leaned off the wall, facing his body towards me. His demeanor was calm, but I saw the electric in his eyes glow a bright red around his black face mask.
"I want to know where my daughter is."
My shoulders tensed, looking around us to make sure that no one was near. The last thing I needed was being accused of something I had no part in. But somehow, I still felt like her trafficking was my fault.
That they did it because of me.
Even if this war between them was inevitable.
I swallowed hard, staring at my big brother. I wish I could take him to her right now, but things didn't work like that. And I could tell right now that he wasn't going to like that answer.
"She's safe."
Seb dropped his head in annoyance, but yet my words were genuine enough that I saw the line his shoulders relax just a tad. I wouldn't lie to him, especially about this.
He walked closer to me and if I didn't know better. I would've backed up, told myself that he was unpredictable right now. And he was, but he was also a father that was losing sleep over his missing daughter. No words would make that worry go away.
"That's not good enough, Faye. You know where she is at, so tell me where she is. Right now." I saw the way his hands flexed at his sides, the way his eyebrows furrowed in. He was losing it slowly. All the what if's eating at all his insides, clawing at his brain. Because in this world, those little girls never got justice. You never knew what the mob was capable of. I saw what they did first hand, throwing girls in and out of those trucks.
Some left with their souls and never came back with it.
"Seb. You don't understand that I can't-"
"Yes! You can, Faye! I need to find her. My wife needs her!" He yelled, getting in my face. He pointed behind him, where his wife sat with the other people behind this hallway.
I didn't flinch back at his outburst. I was used to angry men. And I couldn't blame him. He was hurting. He may have a life I never knew someone could have in this world, a loving home. And anyone else could've been jealous of that, envy of it. But how could I be jealous of something that was never in the cards for me. How could I be jealous of something that didn't exist?
"Stop yelling," I whispered angrily at him, pushing him away when the women's restroom opened behind us.
The women that called me a whore walked out. They were giggling as they walked past us, glancing before they decided they didn't give a crap about us. As soon as they were out of earshot Seb was yelling at me again.
"Where the hell is she!?-"
"If you barge in there to rescue your daughter. You're not only putting Avia in danger, but twenty other girls that need to make it home safe." I snapped at him, my voice was low but angry.
