Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“This is Rya, my sister.” I give Rya a wave and then take a seat.
“I ordered you a drink,” Honey tells me, and I note a glass of water by her hand.
“Thank you.”
“Honey was showing me your videos,” Rya says, a drink already in front of her. “You’re really good; I can see why Dawson hired you.”
“Thank you. And what is it that you do?” I ask her as the bartender walks over with a French martini. I smile and take a sip of it. Yum.
“At the moment, I’m a breastfeeding machine. But I’m a criminal lawyer and own my own firm.” She smiles.
“Wow, that’s impressive.”
“The breastfeeding? Yeah, I know.” She winks, and Honey spits out her water, laughing.
“She doesn’t mean to be rude, but it’s just Rya,” Honey says, then stands and heads to the bar, calling out over her shoulder, “I’m getting you both some shots.”
“Who has the baby tonight?” I ask Rya.
“His father. Eli is the best baby,” she gushes, picking up her drink. “He loves his father as much as he loves me, which I think helps.”
Honey comes back with a tray full of shots. I stare at it, shocked.
She picks up two shot glasses and places one in front of me and one in front of Rya. “Since I can’t drink, you two will do it for me,” she says, picking up another set and placing them in front of us. She sits down and claps her hands. “Drink.”
Rya looks at me with raised brows, shrugs, then throws back the shot. I lift mine up and do the same. It burns as it goes down. We both pick up the next shots at the same time, and the bartender approaches with two cocktails and a plate of dips and bread. Not sure how much alcohol that’s going to soak up, but I’m willing to try.
“So, what does your husband do?” I ask Rya, trying to not throw up as I grab a piece of bread.
“Oh, you know, he kills people, runs a lot of businesses, and is probably one of the most dangerous men I know.” She leans in and whispers, “But I can make him get on his knees and beg. Maybe I’m more dangerous than he is.” She throws her head back and laughs. I’m not sure if she’s joking or not. She definitely has a dry sense of humor, which I can appreciate. She gives me a knowing look when she adds, “And I worked with Will once. He assisted me in finding a client. He has a knack for hunting, that one.”
“Yeah, he mentioned his job is to track people down,” I tell her. Rya looks at Honey, then back at me. There seems to be a silent conversation between the two, one I don’t entirely understand. It’s as if they’re deliberating telling me something maybe. Or perhaps I misread something?
“Do you know what type of world you’re in right now?” she asks. I look at her, confused. “It’s all good. Just keep it that way. Do your job and then go home. Trust me.” Honey offers me a small smile and no further explanation. It’s unsettling in a way and also creates more questions. I know these people are different. They have a particular aura around them. I’ve dealt with people who work in what might be considered the underworld before but part of me wonders if I’m wrong. Surely I am right? They seem far classier and put together then those who I’ve dealt with in the past.
But when Rya and Honey go to the bathroom my curiosity gets the best of me. I can read between the lines of Honey wanting to tell me something but deciding it’s better not to. With that said, left to my own devices even if only for a few minutes I want to know exactly what I’m involving myself with. I pull out my phone and Google Rya, then Google her husband. At first, I’m in shock about what I find, I thought maybe they dabbled in questionable affairs but as I flick through and read, I realize Rya wasn’t joking when she said her husband kills people.
The first thing I find about Crue Monti is that he is a known mafia leader but has never been charged with a crime. There are many theories regarding certain events but no solid evidence of anything at all.
I search Dawson then, and gape when I find that he’s suspected of being a human trafficker. But it’s nothing but allegations.
Is that what they’re doing? Getting me drunk to kidnap and traffic me?
Oh, God.
Standing, I wonder if I can leave without getting caught, but Honey comes over and sits back down. When I don’t sit straight away, she looks up at me confused.
“Do you want to change the venue? I know of a cute little bar down the road.”