Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Navarro stood up, finished his drink, and straightened his suit. Cummings took that as a signal that the meeting was over. As he rose, Cummings’s phone rang in his pocket. Navarro raised his brow, waiting for him to pick it up. He looked at the number but didn’t recognize it even though it had a San Antonio area code. “Hello.”
“Hello, Father.” Cummings’s face reddened. The bitch had the nerve to call me? He questioned. He had despised her more than her mother.
With his teeth clenched, he asked, “Where the fuck are you?”
“Oh, don’t worry about where I am. Just worry that your two-million-dollar price tag has gone, poor daddy.” The smile could be heard over the phone. Hope was dead as far as he was concerned. “You couldn’t sell me at a garage sale. I had to pay my way to New York somehow.”
“Bullshit. You’re still in Texas. You’re calling from here.”
“Damn, even locked away without access to the real world, I’ve got more sense than you. There are ways to fake numbers. God, you’re fucking stupid,” she spat out and then laughed.
“You’re dead to me. I will find you and put a hole in your head just like I did your mother.”
“What? Mad you can’t sell me now?” The evilness in her tone only confirmed to the old man that she wasn’t afraid and that she must be out of his reach for the time being.
“You owe me two million dollars. And when I find the bastard you traded your virginity to—he’s going to get a bullet in his head.” He pressed the end call button hard, then threw the phone across the room, hitting the shoulder of one of Navarro’s guards.
“So the bitch sold her pussy for a ride. Damn, she must despise you.”
Navarro shook his head sardonically and laughed as he strolled from the room and into the foyer. He’d reached the grand entryway when the door slammed open to a dozen law enforcement agents with their guns trained on Navarro. He raised his hands calmly with an unfazed smirk. Navarro had been through this twice before, but it wouldn’t matter, anyway; he’d had officials in his pocket. He’d be out in a few hours with the charges dropped.
Another group of twelve SWAT team members came in and surrounded Cummings who was frantic and looking around for a possible exit. “Get away from me. I’m not one of them. I’m only here for a possible land deal. You’ve got the wrong guy.” He tried to struggle with one of the men, but he was quickly dropped to the ground.
With a foot on his back, he was swiftly zip tied. “Baxter Cummings, you’re under arrest for human trafficking.” Alex Savage had the pleasure of reading him his rights.
“Savage, you’re the one protecting my daughter, aren’t you?” Cummings hollered as he was being cuffed.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law,” Alex continued, unconcerned about Cummings’s excited utterances. After all, they were admissible in court. He had to bite back a laugh as the older man gave himself away. Luckily it was all recorded for posterity.
He rocked his shoulders, trying to break the hold of the two officers leading him to the patrol car. “Cut the bullshit. I know my rights, you bastard. Where’s the whore at? She ran away and lied. I’ll have her head for this shit.”
“Yeah, that’s not the case, and we know it. Now, we have it on audio.”
The smile on Alex’s face served to infuriate Cummings even more. He thrashed out of the hold, lunging toward Savage only to feel fifty thousand volts on his ass, dropping the other man on his face.
“Thanks, Owens,” Savage said to his partner. He nodded and chuckled at the limp Cummings on the ground.
“No problem. I’ve wanted to use it for a long time.” He turned his attention to Navarro and asked, “Would you like to resist as well?”
“No, thanks. I like pleasure with my pain,” Navarro said with a smile as he was led out.
“You traitor. You set me up, Navarro. You had them listen in. Where’s that bitch at?” Cummings continued to rock his body until he’d been served another dose. When he finally calmed his ass down, the cops picked him up off the ground and marched him to the squad car. He shot out threats to all those around, none more stupid than the one he leveled at Alfonzo Navarro.
“I’m going to get you, Navarro. You’re a dead man, and so is your son.”
With a chuckle, Navarro walked over to the police car, winked at Cummings, and then informed his men to contact his lawyer. A smart drug dealer knew when to keep his mouth shut, and when to act. Cummings had no idea what he had coming his way. His words already had a penalty when they were uttered against him, but the second they were a threat against his son, Cummings’ fate was sealed. Death.