Sex dealer 2

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I slam the door to my car shut and step out with shaky legs.

According to my knowledge, dickhead should be at work right now, so I'm here at the house to get the four bags that I left here.

I open the front door quietly in case he is home, and tiptoe in.

I stop dead in my tracks when I hear a familiar voice in the kitchen.

"... nah she left the house. It's fine, I'll track her down."

Shit.

I pull my phone out and start recording the conversation, in case he says something important and I forget.

"What do you mean Blake's acting up? Tell me the address, I'll come pay him a visit."

"Yeah, so it's 123 abc drive, Right?" Dickhead repeats the address out loud for confirmation.

Adrenaline suddenly courses through me, if I come up with a decent plan, I can save Blake.

I may not be a scientist but I don't need to be one to know that dickhead was talking about Blake.

Besides, I'm a surgeon.

Close enough.

I quickly stop recording and tiptoe out of the house and back into my car.

I have a plan.

But I just need people to back my ass up.

I know exactly who can help.

...

"Wait, so you're saying that you've been living with some guy that looks like Blake, but isn't? That your actual husbands been taken?" Camilla asks me in shock.

"Exactly, look at this." I turn the laptop towards Camilla, Lilly, Jake and Justin.

They watch the recording from Blake's office from the day he was taken.

"Holy shit." Justin breathes.

"Wow, what the fuck? This is some serious fuckery." Jake agrees.

"So do you know where he is now?" Lilly interrogates.

"Yeah, I overheard the dickhead talking about it on the phone." I nod.

"Okay so where is he? Let's go get him." Lilly answers.

"It's not that easy," I sigh. "This is why I've called y'all here. I need help from you guys to bring Blake back but that's asking too much, isn't it?"

"No!" They all exclaim.

"You and Blake are the reason we're here in one piece and not blown into about a million, we left the warehouse because of you two. We owe you our lives." Camilla says, meaning it.

The others nod with her.

"Than you guys so much." I breathe out in relief.

"I have a plan. It's not much, but it's something." I announce.

"Let's hear it." Jake offers.

"So I have the address of where Blake is being held. And so, we drive there BUT you guys follow behind me, and I go in alone first. I'll be on a call with one of you so you can hear what's happening. I'll have a spare call on in my purse incase they find the one in my pocket. We'll have a code word or sentence, which means I'm in trouble and I need help. That's when you guys come in and I don't know, knock someone out. But do not come in if I don't say so, these people are dangerous. For all we know, they probably have hundreds of guards.

"Okay, so we just leave you in there to die?" Camilla asks me, her face screaming 'bitch what the fuck?'.

"If it's not safe for you, then yes. We can't bring the police into this, you know that."

"We can't let you go in there alone." Justin cuts in.

"Yeah and I can't be the reason you die either." I shoot back.

"We won't die, the dickhead isn't the only one who has illegal connections. I think you're forgetting that we're Blake's friends. We cut off our connections but it doesn't mean we can't reconnect them." Jake says.

"He's right." The others agree.

"Are you guys 100% sure about this? You really don't need t-"

"We're sure." They cut me off.

"Okay, so what should the code sentence be?" I ask.

"It has to be something not obvious, in case they're in front of you."

"How about I don't know, 'you'll regret killing me' if they're threatening to kill me?" I offer.

"Sounds okay to me." Camilla nods.

"Yup, I'll go call for back up." Justin agrees and stands up, walking away with his phone.

"Come with me, ladies." Jake announces, standing up too.

We get up and follow him outside the house.

He walks us to his car and opens the boot after making us huddle around it.

He pulls up the cover that hides the spare tire and then lifts the tire up with our help to sleek, see through case filled with guns.

"Babe, I thought you said you got rid of all this shit." Camilla quietly speaks.

"Baby you know I can't do that, I've lived such a fast life before, there's no leaving it. This is just to be safe." Jake softly answers her before taking out a gun and handing it to me.

"You know how to use this right?" He asks.

I nod, remembering the time I killed jack.

A shiver runs up my spine at the thought of him and my past.

"Good, here you two go." He hands Lilly and Camilla a gun each and takes two more, one for him and one for I'm assuming Justin.

He shuts the boot and we head back inside.

"I've called for backup, they're on their way to the address." Justin announces.

I give him a skeptical look.

They're not supposed to be seen.

Justin sees my face. "I told them to not be seen, don't worry Cady." He quickly reassures me.

I nod, sighing in relief.

"So, this is it. I'm so thankful you guys are doing this, I owe y'all so much-" I start.

"You can thank us if we actually succeed at getting Blake out of there." Lilly cuts me off.

"But right now, we're just wasting time, so let's go." She finishes before heading to the main door, leaving the rest of us to follow.