The Business Man's Son (Wattpad Version)

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Santino

We monitored Rafe's actions at the club. The agent we sent in to pose as a health inspector, placed cameras and mini-microphones throughout the club, including Rafe's office. I set up a program on the laptop to record sound and visuals.

"How are we looking?" I asked the agent.

"I'm finding a lot of violations," the agent answered.

"What violations?" Rafe asked.

"Health codes involving food and beverages. Sir, I need to see your liquor license," the agent demanded.

"Fine," Rafe grumbled.

I waited.

"Okay, the target left," the agent said.

"Move fast and swift. It's a matter of time before Rafe suspects anything," I ordered the agent.

"Copy that," the agent said.

I sat in a control room as Papá entered. He walked over to the desk with our computer system.

"How's it going?" Papá asked.

"Agent Fields is placing cameras and mics throughout the club. He's almost finished," I answered.

I sat there, tapping keys on the keyboard. I pulled up stats on everyone in the club. Pictures popped up left and right on the screen along with records. As more files popped, one caught my attention. I froze it and started reading.

"What is that?" Papá questioned, looking at the data.

"It's a medical chart on Rafe Montaga," I answered.

I started reading and stopped. I looked at Papá as he looked at me. Then he turned and walked away, leaving the control room.

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Sergio

I left the control room and pulled my cellphone out of my pocket, making a call.

"It's me. We have a situation," I said, hanging up the phone.

I left headquarters and walked out to my car, getting inside, then pulling out of the parking space. I drove until I reached my destination of the FBI headquarters. I entered the building, flashing my coat, revealing my credentials. The door buzzed, and I went inside, walking to Joe's location.

Joe saw me and walked towards me.

"What's happening?" Joe asked.

"Santino is having Rafe's club bugged at the moment. He pulled up files on everyone that works in the club, including Rafe. Joe, it's not good," I said as Joe looked at me quizzically.

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"Are you telling me this prick is HIV positive and lied to everyone?" Joe questioned, raising his voice.

"Medical records do not lie," I responded.

"If you follow the timeline, that's when Lacey worked for him," Joe said, furious.

"We don't know if the doctor diagnosed before or after Lacey. If Rafe has sexual relations with anyone without informing the person of his status, it's premeditated murder and a felony," I explained.

"That's good and all, but we don't know how many victims Rafe has and if Lacey is one of them," Joe responded.

"Lacey needs to know," I told Joe.

I knew that look. I saw it many times when I encountered victims of human trafficking.

"I never thought I would tell Lacey this news. I prayed she left the business and never dealt with the repercussions of it," Joe told me.