Falling Too Deep

Chapter 27

**Warning: This chapter includes vulgar scenes.**

The doctors took Bradley into surgery the same day and it was successful. But, Bradley was still in a coma. He showed no signs of life and everyone started to lose hope.

Work was hell. My dad was still an asshole and the assignments he gave Tori and I were getting worse. Sometimes it was too much to handle and Tori had to take over at times. My father found out about me chickening out and he started making our assignments separate. This time Tori had to deal with the drugs and as for myself I got stuck with the sex houses.

Basically, what I had to do was go to the houses and make a deal with the guy who owned it. The money ranged from thousands to sometimes even millions...if the girl they were selling was beautiful.

It made me sick to see how they treated the women but I still allowed it, which made me wonder if I was just as sick as them. I also started to carry my gun around with me more just incase. These men were serious when it came to their money and the women.

Over the weekend my dad sent me off to Paris for another deal. I had to go to the depths of the city to find the houses and when I did I regretted going there.

I was greeted by a sketchy looking man who was standing in front of the entrance. "Can I help you?"

I nodded and held up my work ID. "I work with William Carr. I'm here to see Don."

The mans eyes scanned the ID and he opened the rusted door and smirked. "Go ahead, and don't be shy to have a few minutes with one of the ladies."

I ignored his disgusting comment and walked in, my eyes only set for this Don guy. As I walked down the halls I saw rats and roaches running along the walls. This place was truly disgusting. I heard moans, screams, and all types of sex noises coming from the rooms that were lined up against each other, one by one.

I passed a room and peeked in before regretting it. Inside was a naked girl and a fat man pounding the shit out of her. She was holding the bed frame and moaning loudly, she didn't look into it, she actually looked like a robot.

She was so young...only about nineteen.

I quickly looked away and kept walking until I reached the end of the hall. I moved the curtain aside and stepped in the room. A few bulky men were speaking in French and laughing over drinks. I looked to my right to see what they were staring at and noticed a pretty girl walking in circles around a strip pole. She was crying as they auctioned her off and exchanged money to one another.

I shook my head and looked at the girl in pity. Before I could say anything one of the bulky men turned and looked at me. "Who are you? You aren't allowed to be back here."

He had a thick French accent and a mustache that completely covered his top lip. Suddenly, another one of the guys pulled a curtain out to cover up the girl they were auctioning.

I cleared my throat and held out my ID. "I work for William Carr. I'm here for Don."

They all smirked at me and one of the men chuckled and said 'American'.

I waited patiently until the mustache man pulled out his phone and called Don. When Don arrived he took me privately into his office and we began talking money.

"So you're here for William Carr huh?"

It surprised me this guy didn't have an accent, he sounded like a regular guy from California or something.

I nodded eager to leave. "Yes I am. I'm here to get his eight-hundred grand."

Don smirked and pulled out a check book. "Very well..."