Page 53 of Billionaire’s Cruelty

“Would you? Do you even know how to do it?” He teased, his lips pursed as he tried to hide his amusement.

I shot him a glare. “Of course.”

I believed I could if I had to, but truthfully, I had never done it myself.

“I think it’s best we keep our steps untraceable.”

I nodded, choosing to agree to disagree. I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him right now. If the police were looking for me, it wouldn’t take them long. They knew I had flown to Hong Kong on a commercial flight. CCTV would reveal how I left the airport and trace me from there.

When we finally got into a taxi, Trevon told the driver to take us to a hotel I had never stayed in before, one I had deliberately avoided. Thirty minutes later, we arrived in Tsim Sha Tsui. While we checked in, Clare offered to conduct a search. Trevon, ever cautious, used a pseudonym to check us into the hotel.

Bobbie Brown.

“Bobbie? Really?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Shut the fuck up,” he shot back.

I held down the burning questions swirling in my mind as Trevon paid in cash. The nice young lady at the check-in desk couldn’t seem to stop eyeing us. I wondered what was going through her head. Did she think we were a couple? Or had she figured out that Trevon didn’t exactly look like a Bobbie?

Fifteen minutes later, we reached our room.

Yes. Room. Singular.

“Spit it all out now,” Trevon demanded, arms crossed over his chest. “I know you’re dying inside.”

I flopped onto the large double bed, leaning back slightly as I kicked off my shoes. “One room? Really? I didn’t realize you missed our roommate days so much.”

“I only have one fake ID with me.”

I chuckled despite myself. “Bobbie Brown? Seriously? You could have at least gotten a twin room.”

“I didn’t have a choice. The fake passport was ready-made, and they just stuck my photo on it.” He unfastened his tie.

“Yes, haven’t you heard? I’m in love with you,” he added with a wink, lightening the tension from today’s disaster.

“I thought you didn’t touch anything illegal. How did you manage to get a fake ID?”

“Oh boy, you don’t know everything about me.”

“Apparently not.” I folded my arms across my chest. He had changed, and I wasn’t pleased with myself for not noticing.

“This isn’t the right time to dive into my life story.”

As much as I agreed with him, I wanted to catch up with my best friend, the one I had clearly lost touch with over the past few years. “Well, if we’re sharing a room tonight, we’ve got all night.”

“Fine, we do have some time. I help smuggle people out of trouble now and then. You happy?”

“Fuck, are you trafficking people?” My stomach twisted with images of innocent women tied up and sold to horrible places.

“No. Fuck no. I help refugees get to safety, provide a place to stay—things like that.”

Relief washed over me, and I scolded myself for jumping to conclusions.

“Wow, that’s surprisingly noble of you.” I wanted to know more but pushed that curiosity aside. “Why did you pick this hotel? Isn’t this place run by a triad?”

I might not know everything about Hong Kong, but as a businessman, I knew which places to avoid. The Hong Kong Triads topped that list. They were brutal, reckless, and the kind of people I didn’t want to cross.

“That is why I used a fake name,” Trevon replied, avoiding my actual question.