In which an exchange student falls into the hands of a dangerous man.
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Brazen and bold Freya Cannon finds herself signing up for a study-abroad opportunity presented to her by her college counselor. When her and her close friend Mia learn that...
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"I DON'T HAVE TIME for this shit." I grit my jaw so hard that my molars feel sore as I stare at Romeo Castella, drug lord by day and club owner by night.
His midnight black hair is combed over to perfection and his features are sharp as he narrows his eyes at me. His little minions behind him look like they're ready to skin me alive.
I'd like to see them try.
"Well then, what do you suggest boss? It's not like I have the power to fuckin' compel." He quips back at me and I don't like the tone of his voice.
In one swift motion, I'm leaned against my desk and onto my forearms with a 9mm dangling from my fingers. Romeo eyes it, but his features don't give away any emotion.
I'm completely fine with blowing this motherfuckers brains out, but it would be such a hassle trying to clean up the mess afterward. I would probably call in Sergio or Ramirez to do it for me. They usually do.
"I don't care what you need to do to get it done, just fucking do it." My hand twitches to aim the damn gun right between his beady eyes, but I have other important issues to attend to today that I can't be late to.
Men like Romeo don't deserve respect or anything else nice. He's a manipulative, slimy fuck who preys on unsuspecting women. All that money that he has can do a lot to persuade girls into doing whatever he likes them to do. I'm not really into learning of Romeo's sex preferences, but I've heard stories and none of them were pretty.
He doesn't like me and I certainly don't like him, but he has the connections that I need in order to stop the money transaction that Massimo set up with La Familia — a group of Italians who barged their way in and formed their own little pitiful group.
It's money that I couldn't give a fuck about, I have more than enough of my own. But it's money to help fund a hideout to harbor sex trafficking victims. And that's something that I won't be letting happen.
Romeo pinches his lips before standing from his seat. "Fine. Just give me another forty-eight hours."
I stand up and saunter over to him, cock the gun and tap it three times against his temple. I almost laugh at the way his throat bobs. The bastard isn't as fearless as he acts.
"Make it forty."
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"You look like Hell." Sergio, my right hand man and the only person I might consider my friend, says from over his beer.
The club is pulsing with some shitty pop song and it reeks of booze and sweat, but he practically forced me to come here tonight. It's been a long week, that's to say the least, and my entire body is tired.
Between that stubborn brunette and work, I have had no time to relax. My mind is like a Goddamn war zone, never quiet, never calm.
