“I’ve been waiting for three hours to be partially acceptable to call you.”
“Another sleepless night?”
“That and the more I peel a layer about these girls, the deeper I have to dig. That’s what I’m calling you, Cooper. I think you should send Rosalie back to Maxwell and to their company.”
“What? Why?” Why now when I just had a taste of heaven?
“I dug out their contracts and unless there is hard evidence of the company’s negligence and breached of contract, the four women’s lives are forever bound to LuxeMuse and its owner.”
“That sounds like a messy but simple legal battle one of our lawyers can flex their muscles with,” I say.
“There’s something worse. LuxeMuse seems to have tight relationships with Los Cuervos de Plata. So tight they Crows are the biggest investors of VERA, with Domingo ‘Don’ Valente as the major investor and co-owner of the group.”
“Say that again.”
“The company that manages them and the crows are so entangled I have a feeling LuxeMuse is part of their legal business that they used to do some of their money laundry and maybe some of the human trafficking. Isn’t her manager charged with money laundry? Hold on, let me check his name.”
I let my brain run at a million miles as I hear the faint sound of Colin’s keyboard. Can I send her back to her town? Did my brothers send the other women back? If I do, will they even make it before the Crows intercept them?
“Colin, did you guys already send the other three to Maxwell?”
“No, we are waiting for Caleb to decide what to do with them?”
“Then why the heck you are telling me to send her alone back to her town? Are you asking me to abandon her?”
“They want her and from what I read from her contract, they basically own her. Staying with her is suicidal. If something happens to you, your twin will truly go crazy. You know Caleb and I barely have a hold on him.”
“Until Caleb comes up with a solid way for them to go back home without us literal handing them to monsters, I’m not leaving her alone.”
Before my brother can say something, I hear the voice of the youngest in the group. “Colin, when did I fall asleep?”
“I’m gonna be the bigger person of the two of us and not comment on what I heard. Go take care of Vivian and update me if there is anything else you discover between their company and the crows.”
I hear him sigh over the phone before the call cuts.
I shake my head and head over to the Nighty Night Bed and Breakfast dining room that houses their hot and continental display.
I open the door to our room with a tray in hand full of delicious pastries, fresh fruits, a variety of nuts, and freshly squeeze orange juice. Before I lay the tray on the small table, I notice Rosie is not in the room.
The robe she had on last night is on the floor. Last night she lay her clothes folded on the right corner of the dresser, her phone on top of the stack. I dial her secret phone number, but before it rings, I hear her screaming my name.
Through our room’s window, I see two men grabbing Rosalie and tossing her into an unmarked windowless gray van. I run down the hallway, taking the stairs two at a time and barging out of the front doors just to watch the van speed away. I text Colin the license plate numbers and demand him to find me the van now.
Two minutes later, my gps app opens and I can see a dot that is moving away from where I’m at. A quick message pops at the top of my screen. “One of our satellites it’s following the van. I guess you have no intention of letting her go.”
I attach my phone to a special custom clamp I created for my motorcycle, zip my two jackets, put my helmet on and was loading my guns into my custom compartments. The reason I have to work on my motorcycle is because of all the customization I made that hides my guns and magazine I travel with. I had to make sure it didn’t get messed up by the previous encounter with the Crows. I know I have less than three minutes to make sure everything is as good as possible before I have to hail ass to catch them up. The van is not moving too fast, so I’m confident I can catch up before they reach their territory.
I speed out of the bed and breakfast ready to get my girl back.
I have the van in sight when the beep in my earplug notifies of a call.
“Caleb,” I say.
“How do you know it is me?”
“Because I’m sure you are watching the gps like a hawk and has recognize where the van is heading.”
“One of Black Reign’s old routes.”
