“Pathetic,” Baldoni sneered, his voice calm. As if he didn’t just murder a woman in cold blood right in front of me.
“Shut up,” someone else snapped at me.
I didn’t even look to see who it was. My eyes were closed as I whimpered and sobbed.
“I have an idea of something we can put in her mouth so we won’t have to listen to this shit,” another man said.
I thought I’d reached the limit of how scared I could be, but the slimy insinuation in those words proved me wrong. I suddenly felt dizzy and struggled to catch my breath.
It had to be a panic attack. While I hated being so weak in front of these men, a part of me hoped I would end up passing out. It could be the only mercy I would get here.
“No,” Baldoni said, sounding almost bored. “No one touches her for now. I have plans for Dmitri’s whore, but they’ll have to wait until I return. I’m meeting with Carmichael about the girls he’s shipping in tonight.”
Girls? Was he trafficking women?
“Angelo, Enzo, you’re with me,” Baldoni said. “The rest of you, stay here and unload the product.”
He gestured to the box truck, and there was a murmur of agreement. I barely paid attention to what was going on as I tried to calm myself down. All I knew was that he’d ordered me to be untouched. For now.
But what would happen later, when he returned?