Page 40 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
"Okay. Done."
"If you need money for supplies, I have ways of getting it to you."
"Good. And payment for my services?" I asked. If I was going to pretend to help him, I had to act legit. He'd know something was up if I didn't want money.
"Ten grand, once everything is finished."
"Twenty."
"Fifteen."
"Deal." I stood up and we shook hands. I was just glad this shit was over. I'd dump the cell phone as soon as I could and hopefully never hear from him again.
Just when I reached the door, Rodrigo said, "Hold on."
I spun around and looked at him.
"There's one more thing I wanted to show you. Isadora, can you grab my computer?"
Isadora walked past me into the hallway and returned a second later carrying a laptop. She opened it and put it on Rodrigo's lap. He typed a few things and then turned the laptop around so I could see it. It looked like some sort of crappy quality YouTube video.
"Does this look familiar?" asked Rodrigo.
"Not really."
"Let me switch to a better view." He hit a button and the screen changed to a video feed of Emily sitting at her desk in her dorm room typing on her computer.
I balled my fists.That mother fucker.While Emily was out, Rodrigo must have had someone sneak into her room and plant cameras. I suddenly realized that I had slightly underestimated Rodrigo. I originally thought he was some two-bit thug trying to intimidate me into helping him. But that wasn't the case. He had probably been planning this for months, setting up an international network and thoroughly researching his marks. There was no doubt in my mind that he knew my entire history and that I'd do anything to keep Em safe. He was three steps ahead of me.
"I hate to be unpleasant," said Rodrigo, "but it would be bad business to not have an insurance policy to keep my assets from skipping town in the middle of a job."
"I assume you've done your research about me," I said.
"I have."
"Did you happen to come across any information about my last foster parents? The ones who weren't very kind to my sister?"
"Yes. Horrible tragedy."
"Was it?" I said, raising an eyebrow. Maybe Rodrigo's research hadn't been that thorough after all.
"Now you're a tough guy, huh? Nice try, but I'm not buying it. Call the police, mess up a mission, or try to fuck me over in any way, and my friend Vitor is going to blow your sister's brains out." He pretended to put a gun to his head and pull the trigger. "Are we clear?"
Every word out of his disgusting mouth made my blood boil. I was going to kill him. "Are you sure that's how you want to play this?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Alright then."Big mistake, asshole."I hope you're making the right choice."
"Enough with the tough guy shit. Just check your emails every morning and don't do anything stupid that's going to get your sister killed. Isadora can vouch for me; I'm not fucking around."
For the first time, I could see emotion in Isadora's eyes. She nodded her head slowly. I wondered what horrible thing Rodrigo had done to one of her family members, but whatever it was, it had been enough to scare her into being his sex slave.
"Don't worry, you'll win your bet," I said.
"Good. Then your sister will live and you'll be fifteen thousand dollars richer. Everyone walks away happy."
"We'll see."
