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“My guy is looking through his phone right now. Hopefully, we can find something with his last known contact, but remember, we still have the bitch.”
And the bitch we do have.
I am more than happy to torture that cunt for answers. Shifting from foot to foot, I inhale a deep breath, trying to calm my fucking ass down. It doesn’t work. I’m amped up and ready to beat some ass and take some names. I just have no goddamn clue whose ass to beat.
“Fuck,” someone barks from the car. “Chavez.”
I don’t know why the fuck that name causes every man in Raul’s car to hiss. I almost ask, but I don’t have to because Legacy does it for me.
“Who the fuck is Chavez?” Legacy asks.
There is a moment of silence, then Raul turns and jerks his chin before he speaks. His gaze shifts to meet mine. “He can handle it?” Raul asks, his eyes focused on my own.
Taking half a step forward, I lean down slightly. “I’m right fucking here, and I can handle anything.”
He clears his throat, then he begins to speak. “Chavez runs women. He has a whole operation. His women aren’t slaves, though. They’re elite call girls. But with the elite comes the not so elite. He also has street whores.”
Street whores.
Fuck.
“You think that Dutch sold Piper to be a street whore?” I ask, trying to keep from growling.
Raul shakes his head. “I wouldn’t think that it would go down that way, but as angry as Dutch was, I can’t know for sure.”
“Call him,” I demand.
Raul presses his lips together, his gaze flicking over to Legacy, as if to ask permission. Legacy must give him what he wants because the next thing I know, he’s got his hand out and there is a phone placed in it.
Moments later, the silent air is filled with the sound of a ringing phone. “I thought someone would find the body, though I hadn’t imagined it would be this quickly.”
“Chavez, this is Raul,” he growls.
“It’s been a while. How is life on the outside?” Chavez asks.
Raul clears his throat, rocking back on his heels before he speaks. “Where is Piper? She was not Dutch’s to give away,” he states.
“Was she not?” Chavez asks.
“Do not play games,” Raul snaps.
Whatever cool he had, it’s fucking gone. I don’t blame him because mine left a long-ass time ago. I am seconds away from screaming, from demanding he gives me my fucking ass. Jesus Christ, I am starting to lose my fucking cool.
All of it.
“I am not playing games, Chavez. Piper is married. She’s got a husband, and this man would like his wife back.”
There is a moment of silence. One that is far too uncomfortable for me and far too fucking nerve-racking all at the same time. This man has my woman. He’s got her, and I don’t know what the fuck he has planned for her, but if he thinks he’s going to sell her in any capacity, I will kill him.
And I will not let anyone talk me out of it or promise me a damn thing this time.
I will kill him slowly.
Chavez hums. “I would like to meet this man, her husband. Alone.”
Jerking my chin upward, I give him a nod. I’ll meet him anytime, anywhere. However, I don’t want to sound too eager, even if that’s exactly how I feel in this moment. Sucking in a breath, I nod a couple more times.
“He’ll meet you,” Raul states.
