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“The women have given us nothing,” he states. “But I do know they weren’t kidnapped from any affluent families or any families at all. They’re all hookers.”
My eyes widen. This is not normal. Have they shifted their focus? My dad doesn’t say more. My brothers are here, and they’re listening, but I can’t look away from my father. He is without a doubt telling me something I don’t know. I am confused as fuck. But I don’t say anything. Instead, I wait for my dad to finish because there is without a doubt more to whatever the fuck is happening here.
“It took a little digging, but Wells figured out who was finding the women and bringing them to the house.”
My brows lift, my eyes widening as I wait for him to finish his explanation. “And it was?” I finally ask when he doesn’t finish.
“I would have assumed it was Samson, maybe even Tait, but it wasn’t. Shockingly enough,” he chuckles.
“Are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” I ask.
There is a moment of silence, then he clears his throat. I watch as my dad wraps his hand around the back of his neck and squeezes before he massages the muscle to release the pressure that is no doubt building.
“It was Shelby Simon.”
I stare at him. Blinking. Unsure I’ve heard him correctly. “I thought you sent her away,” I say.
He nods once, then lets his hand fall to his side. “I thought she was sent away as well. The handler who took her apparently used her locally for high-end clients.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, finally understanding what’s happened. “And one of those high-end clients was in the government, right?”
My dad nods his head. But it’s Wells who pushes off the wall and takes a step toward me. “That’s exactly who it was. But I think we’re fucked. I’m not sure what is going to happen, but she’s got the goddamn US attorney general in her back pocket.”
“Fuck,” I hiss.
He chuckles, although it doesn’t sound like he truly believes this is comical or really happening. I don’t blame him. I don’t believe it either. Inhaling deeply, I let my breath out slowly, then shift my attention from my father to my brother and back to my father.
“What happens now?” I ask.
“He could really fuck us, and that little cunt has his dick in her hand.”
Shifting my gaze to Coleman, I jerk my chin. “Is she smart enough to start some big elaborate shit to take us down?” I ask.
Shelby is his sister-in-law after all. Coleman clears his throat, then takes a step forward. He’s not part of the conversation. His being on the outskirts of something this big isn’t really like him anyway. I’m surprised he’s stayed quiet for this long.
“She isn’t smart enough to orchestrate any of this shit. It’s likely just a coincidence that it involves the family. Samson being who he is, and the ties we already had to this part of the underworld, however,” he says, letting the words linger.
“However?” Dad and I ask simultaneously.
“However, she’s mean enough.”
“What do we do?” I ask.
Dad dips his chin in a single nod. “I don’t know exactly. But I do know that I’m not going to be led around by my dick by some little whore.”
And that’s exactly what she is. It’s what she wanted. She wanted to have power through sex, and she got it. She’s paid very well for it, too. Extremely fucking well. My father and I both ensured she was given to a high-class agency where she would be given more money than she could fucking spend for her services.
I’d used the agency before… before I found the house I should have never gone to. Before the slave women. I paid for high class first, thinking it would be enough to assuage my desires. But it wasn’t. I didn’t know that all I truly needed was the age-old adage of the love of a good woman.
“Let’s go. I want to talk to her boss,” I announce.
There is a moment of silence, one where my father’s eyes find mine and hold my attention. “You don’t need to go anywhere. I had them brought here.”
“Them?” I ask.
“The pimp and the silent partner.”
I almost laugh. Calling the man who runs those girls a pimp is hilarious. He wears clothes that are more expensive than mine, drives a car that’s worth more than mine as well. He isn’t a pimp, although I’m not quite sure what to call him. Maybe an astute businessman who knows the value of pussy.
