Page 63 of Wicked


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Remy stares at me for a few moments. “What if I don’t?”

“Then I don’t think I can do this.” No matter how badly I want this man, I won’t stand by his side while he sells women into slavery. “If you want me, you stop the trafficking.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off me. “Done.”

“And whatever women you have captive, you let them all go home.”

A muscle in his jaw flexes. “Deal.”

“Just like that?” I ask. Surely, deconstructing an operation like that won’t be very easy.

“I want you, Ella. And I’m willing to prove it.” He tilts his head. “Just know that I’m still not a good man. I won’t be able to stop the crime that the Morrone family is embroiled in, but the trafficking.” He swallows hard. “I’ll stop it for you.”

I know he’s not a good man. It’s one reason I shouldn’t want him.

“Okay,” I breathe.

If he’s willing to stop the trafficking for me, it proves he’s willing to try. “When will it stop?”

He slips a hand into his jacket pocket and dials a number, placing it on the table on loudspeaker.

“Hey, what’s up?” Massimo answers.

“Can you talk?” he asks.

“Yeah, what is it?”

I swallow hard as he doesn’t take his eyes from me for a second.

“I want you to end the trafficking side of our business immediately.”

There’s a pause. “Are you being serious?”

“Yes. I want you to let go of the girls in our warehouse and ensure they get home.”

Massimo clears his throat. “That’s dangerous. What if they rat on us?”

“They won’t because they don’t know who holds them captive. Get it done. Now.”

I clench my thighs together as the way he commands drives me crazy.

“What’s with the urgency?” Massimo questions.

“I said get it done.”

He exhales. “Sure. I’ll let you know once everything is dismantled. It may take a week or two,” Massimo replies. “We’re going to piss off the Romanians, too.”

“Fuck the Romanians. What are they going to do to us over here? Pay them off and tell them the contract is terminated. Simple.”

“Sure thing. I’ve got to go.” Massimo ends the call.

Remy takes a sip of his scotch. “The answer to your question is a week or two.”

“You want me that badly?” I confirm.

“I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted.”

Butterflies take flight in my stomach. “What about the auction?”

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