Julia has been living on Nova Island for six years. After the trauma she experienced on the island she decides to go home. It's been ten years since she's been to the small seaside town she grew up in. What she didn't expect to see when she got home...
"I better get to my room and call Cole. He's not a patient man." I head in the direction of my room and lock the door.
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Walking into my room I pull my phone out of pocket and call Cole. After a couple of rings he answers it.
Cole: Hey, Julia.
Me: Hey, I'm in my room now. No one will hear our conversation.
Cole: Good. There's a few things we need to talk about.
Me: I know. Can I ask you something?
Cole: sure, but you're not the type of person that would ask if you can say something. Has something happened at Knox's that makes you think you need to ask permission to talk?
Me: I was talking to a guy named Vance who had contacts at your cousin's family.
Cole: oh, what did he hear?
Me: that the family wants you back. Is that true?
Cole: uh, the family are talking about getting me back. I have told them that it's not going to happen, but someday there might be a chance I can't deny them any further.
Me: do whatever you have to, Cole. I know you'll do everything in your power to keep me safe.
Cole: I'm glad you think that. The next thing I want to talk to you about is your brothers.
Me: Amalia, found out it's true. That they're behind Midnight Export, but I think there's someone hiding in the background and we're not supposed to know who it is.
Cole: I agree. Liam and Antwon aren't smart enough to do it. Sometimes I wonder how Liam managed to run the business before I helped save the shop. After I brought it I tried to give him back the responsibilities, but he's not interested. I have to go through the books and make sure that everything is right.
Me: If you need another person to look at it, give me a call and I'll help out.
Cole: Thanks. He's silent for a moment before saying. Riker wants to talk to you.
Me: Okay, but I'm not going to be any help with the information he needs.
Riker: I just need information about your brothers and uncle. Like have they visited New York in the last ten years? Where they visited and who they've been in contact with?
Me: For the four years I lived in New York my uncle was the only person to visit and it was to see me. Uh,
How am I going to tell him the rest? Like when I saw him dress someone like me and beat them. I still can't believe he'd do something like that.
After all I did see it with my own eyes.
Riker: Whatever it is you can tell me.
Me: My uncle dressed girls like me and beat them. I think they were hookers because of the clothes they wore.
