Trafficked: A Dark Organized Crime Psychological Thriller

prologuelazarusI stood at the back of an alleyway on the other side of town, in a deserted area, where nobody would be able to see me.I was in the middle of a business transaction, with a very rich, wealthy, and filthy motherfucker, who was going to make me a lot of money.His name was Vladimir Potter.I had a little girl with me, with short, black hair tied up in pigtails, and I’d got her to wear a pretty little dress, ready to meet the fucking customer.“She’s fresh meat, old man,” I shrugged. “Twelve years old, straight from Russia.”The man narrowed his eyes, eyeing up the little girl up and down with a predatory regard, a smile forming on the corners of his mouth, as she continued to sob underneath his gaze.“She is very beautiful. What’s her name?” he rasped, his fingers tracing her collarbone.“Lily,” I stated matter-of-factly.The man took out his briefcase, quickly checking over the notes he had in there.“I’ll buy her for eight million,” he offered. “And please tell the b

5lilyWe arrived at our boss's office.“You alright, boss?”“I was wondering when you two would show up,” he remarked, folding his arms, his eyes darting upwards, as he watched us both walk into the room.He put his paperwork to the side, taking steps closer to us.“You're late.”Me and Zayn began scratching our arms awkwardly, knowing that we didn't have an excuse for not being punctual.We were secret agents...We always had to be available whenever it was required of us.“Sorry, we lost track of time,” Zayn apologized quickly, running his hands through his hair stressfully.Boss shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to waste any more time.“It better not happen again,” he muttered briefly, before cutting to the chase. “Anyway, there's been some mass murders in Manhattan lately. I'll need you two to investigate these, and do what you can to find out who was behind them.”“Fuck,” Zayn heaved. “Is there a pattern between them?”“It's fucking brutal,” Rafael admitted exhaustedly, tappin

I was lucky in life.I was a pretty woman, with long, black hair, a nice, curvy figure, plump lips, a pointed nose.I had a gorgeous, caring boyfriend, with dark brown hair, thick brown eyebrows, a beautiful, chiselled, stubbly face, pale brown eyes, a muscular physique, and the most amazing personality to match...I loved him more than anything in the world, and he loved me right back.I had got the career that I'd always dreamt of having.Right now, at this point in time...I was happy.I'd worked hard for everything I had.I'd worked hard to get to this point in my life.To achieve everything I'd achieved.With no hand-outs...Nothing given to me on a silver platter.Just blood, sweat, tears, and dedication.But my life wasn't always like this, and that was the reason for the nightmares I still had to this day.When I was younger, I was a victim of human trafficking.It went on for years and years, the physical pain and emotional damage was unbearable.It took what felt like foreve

“Another gullible bastard that we're going to force into slave labour,” Rhys grinned, with his hands on his hips. “Stupid prick.”He trailed off his sentence, narrowing his eyes.“We'll get a good amount of money for this bastard.”The corners of my mouth curled upwards into a smirk, as I nodded.“You got that right,” I murmured, inhaling the smoke from my cigarette.15papaI stood next to the tent with my beautiful wife, with her short brown hair, her pale skin, her arched eyebrows, her beautiful, rosy cheeks.Holding her hands in mine, kissing her palms softly, squeezing them, doing my best to reassure her, even though tears were streaming down my face.She was sobbing uncontrollably, sobbing to the point that she was shaking.“I'm really going to miss you, my love,” I whispered. “Please don't cry. You know I have to go away, we don't know if we will ever get an opportunity like this again.”I swallowed down a lump in my throat.“The men are offering me work. When I have enough mo

“Is there a problem, you bastard?” came a voice.I slowly turned my body anti-clockwise, slowly, agonizingly slowly, as I came face-to-face with none other than...Lazarus fucking Landucci.This bastard.This motherfucking bastard...The man who ruined my life from the moment he'd stepped in it...This couldn't be what was written in the cards for me.My life couldn't have took such a turn for the worst in just a matter of hours...Why had I been so trusting?Why had I trusted a stranger so easily?I had been so desperate for work...So desperate to pursue the dreams of giving my family a good life...That I'd forgotten to think with my head instead of my heart.And it was killing me.It was fucking killing me.21papa“I want to go back to my family!” I demanded, screaming. “You never fucking told me this work was unpaid!”I let out a blood-curdling scream, one after the other, feeling the little sanity I had left inside of me...Leave my damn body.“Now you listen here, you bastard