Tutor Chic #2nd book of the Chic series

13: Secrets and Lies

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13: Secrets and Lies

"Ouch." Faye flinched when one of her feet connected to a hidden step. "Is this really necessary, guys. It's not like I can go to the police anyway." She said as she shook her feet, looking around the yet another new location Stan took her to meet.

Stan cleared his voice, and Faye turned quickly when someone switched the lights on so that the inside of the warehouse was more visible. She fought the urge to cringe when she spotted a new figure setting on one of the chairs that were scattered around. More than half a dozen people were surrounding the new guy.

"Would you rather us waiting for you, little mouse?" Stan's mocking voice snapped her from her startled state, and she stepped inside.

The man, who looked to be in his late fifties, looked up at the two of them, and smiled. It seemed benign when you look at it, but Faye knew a devil resided behind it.

This was the actual leader of this organization. This was Samuel Goldman.

Breath. Faye instructed herself.

Stan motioned for her to take a seat and she did, setting right across from the old man. He was wearing square black brimmed glasses; his hair was too short and almost grey except for a few brown locks. Smile in place, he did not look harmful at all. How could this guy be the mastermind behind the Dealers?

"Samuel Goldman, I presume." She decided to speak first, more of this smile and the deadly silence and her nerves would fry.

"Please," the old man spoke, his voice stronger than Faye imagined, "call me Uncle Sam."

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Cain was feeling something he hadn't felt since his first year in high school.

Panic.

A giant wave of panic.

He eyed the spot Faye disappeared from on the street before he looked back at her apartment building. He pulled his phone from his pocket immediately, not really sure what he was suppose to do.

Was she kidnapped? Did he just witness a kidnap? And how ironic it was that Faye was the subject to this ordeal.

Maybe he imagined the whole thing?

Before he knew it he was in front of her building, his finger hovering over his phone in a serious attempt to call 911.

But what if what he saw wasn't what he thought?

"Are you... Cain Vanderbilt?"

Cain turned around abruptly at the mention of his name. A slender brunette was walking down the stairs, her eyes wide and a smile stretching across her face, "Oh, my God! It is you!" The girl said again in an excited voice. Her color was unnaturally tanned and she was wearing a robe that covered everything above the knees, which was bare along with her legs. Her face was small and slightly familiar and her eyes wide and brown, matching the color of her hair that fell right over her shoulder in soft waves.