Jordan's Redemption: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 2) by Veronica Cane Read Free Book Online

authority through all of his pores. He was obviously, someone important. He walked straight to meet Jordan.
    "Jordan, my man, good to see you again." Both men hugged and slapped each other's back.
    "Marcus, thank you for coming to pick us up." Jordan said, still with a dark mood.
    "It's my pleasure, man, you know that." He turned to greet Wilson. "Wilson, what's up?"
    "All fine, Mr. Perez."
    "So, this is the woman?" Marcus asked Jordan, his eyes set on Ashley.
    Startled, she looked at Jordan,
    "Yes, it is. Now, let's get out of here." Jordan answered, his expression so dark, she shuddered. He grabbed her by her arm and dragged her to one of the cars, almost shoving her inside.
    Ashley took a seat in the car and tried to figure out why that man Marcus knew about her and what that could mean for her. She still didn’t have a clue where they were, but she was surely getting more and more worried.
    Jordan took a seat next to her and the cars drove off. When they reached the highway, Ashley finally realized where they were: Miami. No wonder they had used that airport. Jordan knew I would take any chance I could to escape him. He had nothing more to hold me back.
    They drove for at least one hour until they arrived at a mansion in one of the small towns surrounding Miami. Like Jordan's houses, this one was also heavily guarded.
    They hopped out of the cars and entered the house, Jordan's hand wrapped tightly around Ashley's arm. "Marcus, do you have cells in this house?" he asked with a tense tone.
    "Sure, like in all my houses. You never know when you'll need one." The other man answered with a mocking smile.
    "Good, please take me to one." He asked.
    Marcus looked at his friend and at the woman he had a tight grip. "Are you sure that's necessary? There's no way she could escape this house."
    "Once, I was fool enough to think that about my house. Believe me, it won't happen again." Jordan explained, through gritted teeth.
    "Suit yourself. Matheson, please walk my friend downstairs and help him in all he might need." Marcus indicated to one of his men.
    "Sure thing, boss." The man showed Jordan the way, as he dragged her downstairs, behind him. When they reached the cells, Jordan dismissed the other man and entered the cell with her.
    "Your routine here will be the same as you had back at my house. At least, until I finally get rid of you." He announced, pushing her over the bed.
    "What? What are you talking about?" his words sank deep into her heart and she jumped out of the bed.
    "I've decided I've had enough of you." His cold words felt like sharp daggers being shoved into her body, all at the same time.
    "What are you going to do with me?" she asked, her voice too shaky, despite her efforts to control herself.
    He grabbed her chin tight between his fingers. "I believe I should at least get something out of this whole thing. After all, you have been more than trouble since the beginning, so I'm selling you, probably to the Russian mafia. They're always looking for fresh meat." He explained with the cruelest smile she had ever seen on his lips.
    She pushed his hand off of her with both her hands, her heart pounding hard in her chest. "You're lying. You can't do this to me." She shouted, more scared than she had ever been in her whole life, all the stories she had heard about human traffic passing by her mind.
    "Just watch me." He said, turning to leave the room.
    He meant it. He really meant it. That's why he had brought her here, and that's why Marcus had asked that question.
    She instinctively ran towards him and threw herself at his feet. "Please… I'm begging you… don’t do this. Kill me, let me rot in this cell, but don’t do this."
    He pushed her away from him, without even looking at her. "I've made up my mind. I'm sure you'll enjoy your new lifestyle." He left the room and locked it behind him.
    Ashley got up and pounded hard on the door, calling out his name, but he didn’t come back.
    She stopped banging on the