Page 63 of Lilah
"You look like a fuckin' idiot," I grumble at him as he places a pair of sunglasses on his nose. It's fucking dark outside.
"No, I look official," he argues before knocking loudly on the door. I lean my head back against the wall and let out a sigh.
I hope one of these motherfuckers try me. My fist has been itching to punch somebody.
After a minute, the door swings open.
"Who the hell are you?" a gravelly voice questions and I can only imagine him to be David Morris.
"We've come to make you an offer," Jai talks smoothly which is exactly why he's constantly put in the negotiating position of what we do.
"We?" he questions and I push myself off the wall. I stop at the edge of the doorway, slightly leaning into it. David takes a step back.
"I'll give you a million for the property," I take a look inside, over his shoulder. Half naked women lay on and around men. They look scared for their fucking lives.
I look back at David and try to keep my face emotionless. This motherfucker deserves to die.
"And everything that comes with it," I add.
"A million?" he questions, looking surprised to hear it.
"A million," Jai nods, "cash if you want."
"You want in on the trafficking world?" David smiles and I grit my teeth. My knuckles crack at how hard they're balled in a fist.
"We definitely want in," Jai smirks before holding out his hand, "Michael Jackson."
Fucking dumbass.
"Michael Jackson?" David asks, shaking Jai's hand.
"My parents named me after him," he replies coolly and David looks over at me.
"That's Cruz Marshall," Jai answers and I send him a harsh glare.
"David Morris," he extends his hand toward me. I only glance at it before returning my gaze to his face.
I don't shake hands with fucking rapists.
"He's a germaphobe," Jai explains and as soon as we're done with this bust I'm breaking his fucking nose.
"Oh that's alright," David waves it off, his long greasy hair shaking as he does, "why don't you come inside and look around while I consider your offer?"
"We would love to," Jai smiles as the plan executes itself easily. Jai enters first and I follow.
The smell of weed and even a hint of the fucking nasty chemical-smell of burning cocaine hits my nose. Walking through the main floor I look around at everything and everyone. Counting, finding exits, windows, doors, everything.
I hear a crunch under my foot. I stop in my tracks and look down and the crushed meth pipe.
"Hey man," a slurred voice calls out to the left of me. I turn my glare to him.
"You crushed my pipe," the man calls out, quieter this time. I look at the girl on his lap. She can't be older than fourteen.
Jai walks back to beside me. He sees my stare on the two.
"We'll come back to him," he assures knowing damn well that I'm fixing to throw our whole bust away because of one guy.
I shake the thoughts away and continue through the main floor.
