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I have been at it for almost a week trying to figure out where the fuck his warehouse is that holds all the girls these bastards traffick. I need to know where his business is so I can use it to end him. But as you can expect, it is so well hidden, my guy hasn’t been able to find it yet.

When I am not balls deep inside of Aisling at night, cradling her still tiny belly, I am following him from place to place, made easier by the tracker I put in his engine one night. The key card for the garage I got from the coke head that day finally came in handy. It allows me access to the lower levels of his palace of residence. Now, I have to find a way in.

The truth is I have been preoccupied as hell this week. Aisling has been distant, quiet. Well, except for when I am fucking the shit out of her, making her admit she loves me. But, ever since I told her the truth of the life around her, including who I really am, she has been pensive, and not wanting to share what she is thinking. That shit is fucking with me.

I know that I dumped a bunch of shit on her that night, but I can’t leave her in the dark. This is her life as well. I just keep hoping I didn’t somehow give her a reason to walk away from me. Not that she would get far. “What?” I answer my phone, not bothering to check if it is.

“We’re in.” My guy Nose says to me. He is one of the ones that I grew up with from a boy. He was never officially a part of the Pruszków since he is not Polish, but he has always been down for whatever my brother and I needed. When everything went down with my family, he was essentially out of a job. I told him I was coming here to get my woman and follow my brother. Like the loyal friend he is, he came as well. I know Jak will find a place for him.

“In where?” Grabbing a rag from my pocket, I start wiping my hands off. Looking down, I roll my eyes knowing I also have to have this dealt with.

“His penthouse.”

“How the fuck did you do that?” We have been trying for weeks to find a way in.

“What did your brother always say, if you can’t find a way, create one. So, that is what I did.” Well shit.

“Good job. Now we need a bypass for his security system and the cameras in the building.”

“I am on it. We should be good to go within the hour.”

“Great fucking job, Nose. Say, is your cousin still in the New York cleanup business?”

“Yes.”

“I need him at the hideout. Some trash needs to be taken out.”

“On it.” hanging up, my mind drifts back to Aisling. She has been so exhausted, but it is not her physical exhaustion I am most worried about. It is her mental state. She is trying to push me away, but also frightened by this situation and she knows I am the lesser of the two evils. I have to fucking fix this for her. Find a way to make her see that not all that operate in the gray are monsters. Shit. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone once again. This time it is the alerts from the motion sensors in her place.

I am moving to the car the minute I hear it because I know for a fact she is not home. Placing the phone on my dash, I open the app and see some asshole walking through her place going through shit. My foot is on the gas, flooring it because not only is this fucked because I have shit inside of her place right now, but also because being able to catch him, would put me one step closer to finding out what I need.

I watch as he looks through my duffel, taking photos of my shit, no doubt for proof to give to his boss that she is involved with someone. Luckily, there is nothing identifiable inside of there. “Fucking shit.” I yell slamming my hand on the steering wheel as I hit yet another fucking red light. Fucking hate New York.

Finally, I pull up to the building and see him going through her underwear drawer and everything in me is boiling. Who the fuck does he think he is touching her fucking panties? Her landlord sees me coming and opens the door. “I was going to message you.” He says quickly knowing he fucked up by not calling me the minute he got there.

“I will deal with you later. For now, disable the cameras and open the back door. Get lost after.” He nods, head trembling and lips shaking.


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