The Billionaire's Weekend Bride by Kimmy Love Read Free Book Online Page A

from somewhere at the back of the bar. A girl shouted, “Get your hands off me!” and that's when Sonia noticed the police had slipped into the bar in a long stream of dark uniforms.
     
    They were flashing their ID cards and making arrests as far as Sonia could see. She looked around at the mayhem the police presence was having and wondered what had become of Hal. She couldn't see him for dust and a couple of the bar staff members had disappeared too.
     
    “What the hell is happening?” Sonia pulled one of the remaining bar staff by the arm. He was busy helping himself to cash from the till. “Ben! What do you think you're doing?” she said, totally shocked. She heard a bottle smash just by the bar and a fight had broken out.
     
    “I'm making sure I can eat for the next few days,” Ben told her. “And if you had any sense you'd do the same.”
     
    “I don't get it. Where's Hal? What do the police want with these people?” Sonia said.
     
    “Hal's probably escaped out the back. This is a raid, Sonia! Get outta here.”
     
    She looked around and noticed that gradually the dense crowd of people was slowly filtering out onto the street. Before Sonia could say, “A raid? But why?” a police woman was pulling her to the entrance by the arm.
     
    “Wait!” Sonia screamed. “Whatever is going on here, I'm not a part of it. This is just my second night.”
     
    “Well, congratulations, sweetie,” the police officer said. “Good for you. Now move it. Out!”
     
    “My purse is in there. My coat.” Sonia was trying to loosen the grip the police woman had on her and was pointing frantically to the back room. She soon realized she was the only remaining member of staff left in the place.
     
    “This place is closing tonight, sweetheart,” the officer told her. “You can take it up with whoever.”
     
    “Are you arresting me?” Sonia gasped, her feet barely touching the floor as she was being shuffled out.
     
    “No, I'm clearing the place.”
     
    “Clearing it? But I work here.”
     
    “Not anymore, you don't.”
     
    Sonia was out of the door before she could say another word. Lights flashed in her face as soon as she was deposited onto the street by the policewoman. The flashes were coming from the photographers who were lined up outside the bar. The next thing she saw, apart from the streams of screaming and cussing people, were the vans for the television network. The whole scene was being streamed lived by the looks of it.
     
    Sonia was nudged to the edge of the bustling crowd and saw another member of the bar staff, hugging her arms and crying.
     
    “Do you have any idea what this is all about?” Sonia asked her.
     
    “I had no idea before tonight what this joint was all about,” the girl sniffed. “Apparently, there's a prostitution ring operating out of here. Not to mention the drugs.”
     
    “Drugs and prostitutes. Are you kidding me?” Sonia's eyes opened wide.
     
    “I wish I was.”
     
    Sonia hadn't seen Millie since she got her into the job the night before and wondered if she'd known about this place all along.
     
    “So did Hal know?” Sonia asked the girl who was drying her eyes.
     
    “Know? He's the Goddamn pimp!”
     
    Sonia froze and looked at the bar. Cameras were still rolling and pictures were being snapped. She knew she should make herself scarce but she seemed to be glued to the spot.
     
    “You gonna be all right?” the girl asked her. “I'm getting out of here.”
     
    Sonia nodded her head up and down almost mechanically and the stark realization that she'd made another bad career choice swamped her like a dark veil. How could she be this unlucky?
     
    She was out of yet another job. It was the second one in three days. Her purse, her coat and change of clothes were in the back room of the bar. All she had on was the skimpy, half length, low cut t-shit and the tight pair of cut down shorts.
     
    Sonia blinked several times to hold back the tears. It