Chapter 115

MARCUS

I sat at the dimly lit bar, swirling the drink in my hand, my mind wandered to Vicky. She had been nothing but kind to me.

I prayed she was still alive, hoping that fate had spared her from the clutches of the child trafficking ring. I felt responsible for her since she had no one else to help her.

She had no family or friends and she looked to me like a brother.

My concerns deepened as the realization struck that I hadn't heard from Nicole in days. The last time we spoke was when I called and she informed me that she now had the company of a little girl at home.

I was happy with that. At least she won't be lonely and would have someone to talk to. Even if it was just a child.

I tried calling her number a few times, but it was unreachable.

The bar had started to empty out, leaving only a rowdy group of girls. From the moment I arrived, I could feel their eyes on me, but I did my best to ignore their glances.

As the place grew practically deserted, I couldn't help but notice o