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“Okay,” she said.
“As the daughter of Sook-Jae, you are in danger from his enemies. I want to get you off my hands, but I cannot keep you in this country, nor will I risk sending you back to Korea.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Be quiet,” he snapped.
Angel bit her lip. This man was crazy.
“I have come up with a solution.”
She nodded, glancing at the view outside the giant windows that shot all the way up to the ceiling.Right.
“My plan requires your cooperation. If you refuse, I will have to send you to Moscow.”
“Moscow? You mean inRussia?”
“Please don’t ask another stupid question.”
Angel wished she could put the man’s fancy fountain pen through his eye. Jaw clenched, she nodded again.
“There is a man, Mikhail, who savors women like you. Young black girls from Nigeria. Of course, he prefers them a little younger than you…You would have to work hard not to disappoint him. Do you understand me?”
It sounded like another Poboy situation. Angel could read between the lines. Despite his order to keep quiet she said, “I don’t want that. Please— I would do anything else. I’ll clean, I’ll cook, I’ll do anything.”
“I think you will like my second option better,” he said. “I won’t have to send you to Moscow if you agree to these terms.”
“What’s that?”
The man seemed to take pleasure from her fear. His lip curled. “A close friend of mine in Virginia wants a child. You are going to give it to him.”
“Ex-excuse me?”
“His name is Ross. He is a good friend of mine. I went to the trouble to analyze your blood type, and I found you two would be a perfect genetic match. Ross likes black women, and you are American as well, which means—”
“Hell no! You want me to get pregnant for one of your freaky-ass friends? Go to hell with that! Hell no!” Angel jumped to her feet. Her heart pounded wildly; she looked around for any escape, but there was none. She had missed her only chance. Between her legs throbbed. She remembered Poboy’s abuse, all those nasty things he’d made her do…That would be nothing compared to this. She couldn’t cry, but her heart was damn near ready to break in pieces.
“Why? I don’t understand. If I’m your brother’s kid, why would you put me through this? Why can’t you just send me home?” She begged.
But there was no begging with this monster— men like that always got their way in the end. Mangjeol ordered her coldly, “Sit down.”
She did, on the edge of the seat. She wiped the single tear that rolled down her cheek, and forced back the rest. “No. No, Mister, I won’t do it.”
“Ross is a good man. Honorable. Many years ago he saved my life. I vowed to repay him. And since I have saved your life, it is your duty to repay me. You will go to Ross, and you will become a surrogate for his child.”
“No!” She stood up again.
Mangjeol did not react to her outburst this time. Instead he tilted his head and watched her up and down, examining her. “You will go to Ross,” he said softly. “And you will become a surrogate for his child, Angel.”
Angel sat down.
Her mind went blank. Hazy. Suddenly she couldn’t remember where she was. She blinked to clear the smoke over her brain.What’s happening to me?“I won’t…I won’t…” she mumbled.
“You will.”
“No…”
He pulled a file from the desk and slid her a picture. Angel stared. White guys were not her type— the kind that hung around the hood were crusty as fuck. But this white guy was…clean. He came from another world. No tattoos, piercings, nothing. He wore a suit in the photograph, a blue suit that complimented his dark red curly hair. Squinting into the sun, his eyes gleamed like two slanted eyes that looked almost Asian, like her own. He looked kind of mean, actually. He was glaring at the camera as if the photographer had pissed him off.
