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Raid by NYPD on the safe house. Eight girls are gone.
“Fuck!” I angrily toss my phone across the room, the sound of it hitting the wall echoes in the silence.
“Frankie, what the hell?” Zara emerges from the hallway, her footsteps echoing softly on the tiled floor.
“Fucking cops,” I mutter, making her frown.
“What now?” She rushes over, sitting on my lap.
“They raided our safe house with the girls. They’ve taken eight of them.”
“Assholes,” she mutters, fury in her eyes.
She pulls her phone out of her pocket. “Was this in the middle of the night?”
I nod.
She starts scrolling with a look of concentration on her pretty face as she chews on her lower lip. “It didn’t even make the news. This wasn’t a real raid, Frankie.”
Now that they’ve taken the girls back means not only are they all in danger, Romano has his line of funding back open.
Her green eyes meet mine. “What about your guy in Vegas?”
“They’ve got two of the girls back there. Enzo is going to start digging. We need to find them.”
With a quick movement, she turns and straddles me, her legs wrapping around my waist.
“I can help him. If he lets me into his systems, I’m a good detective. I’ve worked on trafficking cases before.”
I pause, considering her proposal. It does make sense.
“Plus, I feel obligated. My father helped put them in this situation. I want to fix it.” Her eyes briefly drop.
I gently lift her chin back up, acknowledgingthe guilt behind her unspoken request.
“Okay, baby. I’ll have Enzo come over and set you all up in my office. You sure you’re ready to start tracking down corrupt cops?”
Her face lights up and I’m rewarded with a smile, which makes my heart race.
“I worked with them long enough. I know how my dad works. I’m the best person there is to do this. They all deserve to be brought to justice.” That fire in her eyes leaves a heavy feeling in my chest. I love it when she’s like this. Her passion, her grit. It gets me every damn time.
“What about the two girls?” she asks.
“We’re going over there now. Jax is going to ask them some questions and then escort them to Vegas.”
She makes a perfect ‘o’. “We?”
“Yes, ‘we’. I need you there.”
If those girls can identify the cops, Zara can pinpoint who they are.
“Well, let me get ready, I can’t see everyone looking like this.” She looks down at her sexy lace nightgown.
I lean forward and suck on her nipple through the translucent material, rolling her piercing with my tongue.
“Frankie.” She bats at my arm, and I hold her firmly in place.
