Reina Del Cid Net Worth Novels & Stories

"Funny, because the last time I found her she was trying to negotiate with Marc, my men, to sell her body cheaply to him." Reina's face paled. "I heard you have a lot of debt because of your drug-addicted mother?" She did not answer me but backed away. There was absolutely no hint of passion in those eyes of hers. "Let's negotiate," I grinned, looking around the cheap motel while tapping my shoes on the floor. "Investigate everything about Killian and I'll pay you." Her eyes widened in surprise again. She shook her head. "I'm not..."

"This is a Vacheron! It's three hundred grand a piece, and your daughter had to break it! So tell me, what are you going to do about it?!" "What?! Three hundred grand?!" Nash flinched from Cid's outburst—he only made around a few grand per month. When would he ever pull together three hundred grand? "What? You wanted to talk about this, didn't you?" Cid snorted haughtily. "Then pay up—give me three hundred grand right now, and I'll consider sparing your daughter. If you don't… Hah!" With that, Cid stopped talking, having made his threat.