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

door and let herself fall to the floor, as tears ran down her cheeks. She had always known she would never walk out of this alive, but she had never considered the idea of being sold like a piece of meat.
    This couldn’t be right. Simply couldn’t. How could she be so wrong about him? How could she have fallen for a man willing to sell her off to a slaver? She just wanted to die.
    She must have fallen asleep on the floor next to the door, exhausted, because it felt like hours later when she opened up her eyes.
    Slowly, she got up and looked around, looking for something she might use, but like in the cell back at Caracas, there was nothing. Not even a damn sheet she could use to hang herself because she would rather die a million times than to become a real slave.

 
    Chapter 9
     
    Jordan went back up to meet Marcus and Wilson, ignoring her shouts. He had never agreed with human traffic, it just felt too wrong, but it felt like the appropriate punishment for her, and an effective way of taking her out of his life without killing her. He simply had to silence her pleas and the cries of his heart. In his life, there was no place for a heart and he should have known better than that.
    "All set?" Marcus asked when he returned to the living room where the other men were waiting for him.
    "Yes, thank you." He took a seat in an armchair and accepted the scotch on the rocks Marcus handed him.
    "She's quite a doll, maybe I'll keep her with me for a while, before handing her over to Ivan," Marcus suggested.
    "No. I want her out of my life completely." The tone of Jordan's voice told his friend he shouldn’t insist.
    "What's her story?" he asked instead.
    Wilson told Marcus the story briefly, with as little details as possible, when it was obvious Jordan wasn’t going to. "And here we are now." He finished.
    "Well, I'm sure Ivan will be more than happy to take her off of your hands," Marcus said, with a devious smile. "I've arranged everything for us to meet the man I told you about tomorrow night. You'll be able to arrange your plans with him."
    "Good, that's what I want. I'm tired of putting up with these guys." Jordan said, getting up, and walking to Marcus' bar and pouring himself another drink, and taking it down in one single gulp. He needed that.
    "I know, this is affecting all of us. But tonight is a fun night. We'll go out for dinner and then clubbing. Just like the old times." Marcus announced, with a pleased smile.
    "Yes, that sounds like fun." Jordan agreed pouring himself yet another drink. "I'll take a shower, change and then I'll be ready."
    "Sure, you know your way to your room, so make yourself at home."
    "I'll see you in a while." Jordan stormed out of the room, heading upstairs.
    When he slammed the door to his room, Marcus turned to look at Wilson.
    "Don’t look at me. He has been like that ever since she tried to escape from him. Those two days she was missing he almost went nuts." Wilson said, shrugging.
    "Should I call Ivan tonight? I know he would come down here tomorrow." Marcus suggested, frowning.
    "My opinion is that would be a trip in vain. He won't let her go, he's just fooling himself." Wilson said with a grimace.
    "Very well, I'll wait for him to suggest it." Marcus decided, with a sigh.
    A few minutes later, Jordan came back down and the three men left the house with one of Marcus bodyguards.
    "Where are you taking us for dinner?" Jordan asked to break the silence in the car.
    "I've found this nice restaurant on Calle 8, with the best Venezuelan food around. I'm sure you'll love it." Marcus explained, with a bit too much enthusiasm.
    "I'm sure we will."
    Soon they arrived at the place and they entered immediately. Marcus guided them to his favorite table, and the waitress came by to take their order.
    "Mariah, mamita, it's always a pleasure seeing your beautiful face." Marcus greeted her, and the woman sighed, obviously displeased.
    "Mr. Perez, good evening. What can I get you tonight?" she asked