Defining Darkness - K E Osborn Page 0,14

you’re going to compensate the buyers for their lack of delivery.”

“Me?”

“You lost the packages…” Andrés chuckles. “In a way I’m still yet to understand.”

“The older one, she was feisty. She kicked a prospect who’s still recovering from a gunshot wound in the balls. He let her go, she took off grabbing her sister as she went. They were nimble. Quicker than we anticipated. They fled into the water before we had a chance to catch up. By the time I got there, we couldn’t find them.”

Andrés grunts under his breath. “Why the fuck did you have an injured prospect with you?”

“An oversight.”

He rubs his chin like he isn’t one bit impressed. “Where were you when this was happening?”

“Dealing with my own package. What the fuck do you think, Andrés?” I snap.

He exhales. “This isn’t good enough, Nycto. Never have we had a problem with your transportation services. The one time we have some precious cargo, you’ve screwed it up.”

“I’ll transport a couple more packages for you. You get them, I’ll deliver them personally to the two buyers who missed out.”

He scoffs. “Like I said, Nycto, they’re irreplaceable. The buyers will need cash compensation.”

This shit goes against every grain.

I don’t want to give money to men who buy women. Sure, I’m an asshole and deliver the women, but I would never purchase one myself. If I give these douches the money Andrés is requesting, then I’m purchasing Eva and Ivy just like they were.

This makes me just as liable.

But then again, maybe me buying them is a good thing.

Them being with me is the only way.

If their debt is paid, then the buyers can’t come back looking for them if it’s ever discovered they’re alive.

I need to do this.

But first, I have to find out the cash amount.

“Fine! How much.”

Spark’s gaze shifts to me, but I ignore him. He knows, like I do, this is dangerous fucking territory.

“The special one, she was worth 150k. The other 100.”

Well, that was unexpected, but I try to keep my shit together. “A quarter of a million?”

He shrugs. “I guess next time you won’t let a quarter of a million dollars drown, will you?”

“I’m gonna need some time to pull that kind of cash together.”

Andrés’ eyes narrow in on me. “The Royal Bastards MC is huge. I don’t for a second think you won’t be able to pull that kind of cash, Nycto. If you want to keep our business relationship going, then I suggest you… Fall. In. Line. I’ll give you one week to get your affairs in order. I’ll text you the banking details. I’ll hold the two buyers off for as long as I can, but honestly, Nycto, I can’t be held responsible if they want to come after you.”

Anxiety runs through me, an immediate tension headache forming behind the back of my eyes.

I’m in too deep.

“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll be in contact.”

Andrés dips his chin. “Make sure you do. And make sure your prospect is dealt with.” He turns, heading back inside, the doors closing behind him as I let out a groan.

Spark huffs. “Where the hell are you gonna get that kind of cash? The club only has so much. And to be honest, Prez, I’m not sure this is the kind of cause that calls for the club bailing you out.”

Anger rages inside of me as I spin, grabbing Spark by his cut, glaring into his eyes. He doesn’t flinch, just lets me manhandle him.

“I’m your president. Fall in line or get the hell out of my club.” I shove him away from me with a solid push.

Spark pulls his cut back into place. “Just trying to look out for you, Prez. This is dangerous territory you’re treading.”

“Shut it! There are ears everywhere.” I slide on my ride as Spark pulls his dome over his bald head.

He’s right.

I know it!

The road I’m heading down is a destructive one, but every time I think I’m making a bad move, Eva’s image sparks to mind. The thought of her being sold off to a man for a measly 100K makes me sick to my stomach. I don’t know what it is about her that has sunk so deep under my skin. Hell, I’ve hardly had a second to sit with her, but I need to figure this shit out in my mind.

What’s my end game with Eva?

For now, I need to make a pit stop.

“Spark, we’re heading to Miami.”

He nods like he knew this was coming. “I’ll text