"Where is she?" Dominic asked, slapping the woman at his feet away from him.
"We don't know where she could have got to, sir. No one knows what she looks like or where she could have moved to.
With no name or other details we can't find her," one of his minions said.
Dominic didn't like failure. He wanted results, and he wanted them fast. His business relied on him to be the best he could and to get the products distributed in the best possible condition as soon as possible.
"She's a little girl, and I want her. People will pay a pretty penny for her. I want her. For the past three years you've failed me." Taking out his gun, Dominic shot the man who'd come back to his house with the same stupid answers. No one has seen her. No one knows where she is. There are more women out there.
"Does anyone else what to follow this shit-head?" he asked the other men surrounding him. No one stood up.
Picking up the picture he'd found in Valerie Walter's house. The stupid whore had kept her daughter in the dark from him. She knew he was looking for young girls. They should know never to think for themselves. They were good for one thing, bringing him money. When one whore died, ten more stood in her place. Valerie had been a good earner. She knew what the men wanted. Finding the picture of
her daughter had been a treasure he couldn't deny, but locating the girl was becoming more trouble than he liked. Maybe when he got her, he'd give the little slut a test drive.
"Now, I want you to leave here and get in touch with our contacts in the police force. Push a little money.
I don't give a shit. I want this girl found."
His men left in a hurry. They knew better than to fuck with him. Dominic Green, human trafficker, drug pusher, and all round bad-ass. No one messed with him. Least of all women. He glanced at the woman curled up in a ball. Smiling, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into his bedroom.
The girl would be his.
Selena stretched, coming awake and opening her eyes. She frowned. The bed wasn't hers, and she didn't recognise the room. She became aware of the other presence in the bed and turned to see jalal fast asleep beside her, one arm flung over her waist and one leg covering both of hers. She'd never slept in a bed with a man before. Lying as still as possible, she looked at the man she worked for. In sleep he appeared so peaceful, unlike when he was awake. Jalal malik Ashwood was a force to be reckoned with.
She'd witnessed grown men become terrified at the prospect of doing business with him.
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RomanceFor jalal, walking into his office shouldn't have given him any cause for concern. He owned his own business and took pride in the work he did. His suit was pressed. He looked every part of the dominating man that he was. The receptionist smiled at...
