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“Please don’t tell me that’s the website I think it is,” Optimus said, his voice heavy with dread.
My head hung. “Yup. And she was sold thirty minutes ago.”
It was a trafficking site. I couldn’t even fucking believe that these things were still around, but I knew that the FBI monitored them every day, looking for missing girls and hoping to find clues. Ones where exchanges would go down. Unfortunately, they were often just up for a few weeks until they were taken down, and new ones started and circulated through the community trying to throw police off.
“Birmingham,” I read aloud, before turning to Op. “Do we have a man in Birmingham?”
“That’s where Leo is,” Hadley said, poking her head in the door.
Op nodded and pulled out his cell phone, ready to make as many calls as possible to get every man to that city.
“How the fuck do we figure out where she is? That city is huge,” Blizzard groaned, pacing the room.
My brain was running wild. The image of Sugar lying across the bed in her underwear, staring at me from the computer screen, with the large red letters screaming SOLD in my face.
“Image search hotel rooms in the city. See if you can find one that looks like that room she’s in,” Hadley said, speaking up again.
Her words lit a fire under my ass, and I looked over my shoulder at her. “If you weren’t my brother’s woman, I would kiss the shit out of you right now,” I told her with a grin.
She rolled her eyes. “You forget, I lived with FBI agents for years. I know all their tricks.” She gave me a wink and walked off down the hallway.
I quickly brought up an image search of hotels in Birmingham, Alabama. Blizzard and I scanned through them, while Optimus was in the background, ordering as many brothers as humanly possible to get there now.
“There,” Blizzard yelled in my ear, pointing at the screen. I pulled up the picture of Sugar and put them side by side. They were identical. I clicked on the image.
“Grand Regency Hotel,” I read aloud, then looked over at Optimus who was instantly typing out a message on his phone. When he looked up, he narrowed his eyes at me.
“I’ve got Leo heading there now. What the fuck are you waiting for?”
I needed to hear the words, but as soon as someone had validated it, I was racing out the fucking door and heading for my bike with my brothers right behind me.
Like they always were.
“You want to play with me, my little addict?”
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t escape him. I felt his hand brushing my hair back from my face, his touch cool against my hot skin. I almost enjoyed it.
No! He’s the enemy. He did this to you.
That voice was back, screaming at me from somewhere in my head. All I knew was that I felt good. The comedowns, they were worse than before. I thought I was strong enough to fight them, to get through, but as soon as the withdrawals came, he slipped another pill through my lips. And I stopped fighting.
“Did I ever tell you that ‘Manic’ never actually cured your symptoms? When you would come down it would intensify them, make you feel like you needed more pills.”
He laughed. It sounded far away, but I could sense him next to me. See his outline as he looked over me, feel his lips brush my forehead.
His words really meant nothing, I was numb, in a state of indifference and peace.
I knew they were important, but I just couldn’t figure out why.
“I got a call from your new owner,” he murmured in my ear. “He’ll be here soon to see you.”
I heard what he said.
But I didn’t care.
I couldn’t feel anything.
I didn’t want to feel anything.
“If you see my wife, tell her I said hi.”
I want to be numb.
