Deals

Deals

Mrs. Moore

ARABELLA HASN'T BEEN home for a few weeks now. I know her and the baby are staying at the next door neighbor's house. The old fucking bat won't answer the door for me and when I've tried to break in, I heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked. I don't want my kids around enough to deal with getting shot. Neither one of them is worth that shit. Arabella was supposed to be my fucking meal ticket and when her father died, I got nothing because she didn't get anything. Then, I thought I hit the jackpot when I met Vinnie's dad. He's rich and has a toddler. It was easy to pretend to be a good person as long as he kept giving me money so I could get my drugs and alcohol. That all went to shit when he caught me shooting up in his bathroom. I was kicked out of the house and then I found out I was pregnant with the second biggest mistake of my life.

That little bitch hasn't been giving me any money. I know she's still paying the bills like a good little slut because nothing has been turned off in the house. However, that shit doesn't do anything to get me drugs and alcohol. So, since I can't get close to them at the neighbor's house, I've made my way to where my daughter works. She's inside moving from one table to the next and doesn't pay any attention outside as I focus on her the best I can with withdrawals running through my body. It's dark out and I'm trying to remain hidden in the shadows. I don't move until I find three cars entering the alleyway by the pizzeria. They're luxurious cars and don't belong in this section of town. So, I quickly and quietly make my way around the building and to a spot I can hear the men talking while remaining hidden from their view.

"Everything is finally coming together. We will meet with the shipyard owner and our lawyers tomorrow morning to go over the contract. Within two weeks we'll be able to send the first shipment out. I want the guys to start looking for what's already listed on the shopping list. Get them to the warehouse where we'll hold them until the shipment is ready to be taken to their buyers," one of the men says and I recognize his voice despite the fog filling me.

It's Richardson. He was friends with my husband when he was still alive. The men continue to talk about things and it doesn't take me long to figure out they're talking about a sex trafficking ring. An idea forms in my mind and a smile covers my face when I realize I can use this information to my advantage. I can get rid of the bitch I gave birth to, make some money, and try to figure out a way to help them and remain getting steady money. With Arabella gone, I can get the baby back and get the money from the state for the boy.

I listen in to the conversation between the men the best I can and wait for them to get ready to leave. It doesn't take them long to discuss what happens next before the other two men enter their cars and leave the way they came. Richardson is the only one left behind. I've fucked him more than a few times in the past when my husband was still alive. He's got some pretty shitty kinks, but the drugs were worth it. And I got off. I make my way toward him while pulling down my shirt to expose my chest and adding some sway to my hips.

"Richardson, it's been a long time," I say when I get even closer to him, making him whip his head around to face me.

"Karen. What are you doing here?" he questions me, looking around to see if anyone else is back here.

"Waiting for my daughter to get out of work. But, then I heard you guys talking and knew I could use this to my advantage. See, I want to get rid of my daughter. She's not giving me money like she was and that doesn't work for me. So, knowing that you're currently looking for people to sell off, I'm offering to give you her for a price. She's a virgin and meek. Won't have a problem with her at all. Though, I'm sure she'd make a buyer a nice pet. She does cry when she feels pain. I know some people are into that shit," I inform him, stepping even closer and running my hand down his chest like I used to when I needed my next fix. Not many people know Richardson is a hardcore drug addict.

"Are you kidding me, Karen? What the fuck would I want with your daughter?" he questions me, a sneer on his face as he looks down on me as usual.

"Because if you don't give me money for her, then I'll expose the three of you and your little secret. When I clean myself up, I can get anyone to believe me. See, over the years, I've gathered the secrets of quite a few powerful people. It's easy to make things happen when you're in the poor section because no one sees you there. They don't want their secrets getting out and will help me anyway I want them to. So, I want five million dollars for her. Like I said, she's a virgin and you can easily double your selling price for her just because of that reason alone," I say, swaying on my feet as the withdrawals continue to hit me in waves.

"You've got a deal. I'll get the cash from the car now. You're lucky I just picked up a deposit from Peterson or I wouldn't even have the cash for you. Now, you've gotta sign the contract I've got with me. There will be no spilling information about anything you heard here tonight. If you do, we won't hesitate to kill you and put you out of your misery," Richardson growls, his voice fading as he makes his way to his car. It takes him a few minutes to grab everything and my eyes light up with the knowledge that my life is about to change in tremendous ways. I can go on the biggest bender and no one can stop me.

Richardson makes his way back to me and holds out the contract and pen for me to sign. I don't hesitate to sign my name where he indicates. The second he takes the paper and pen back from me, laughter erupts from him as he hands over some cash. I count it out and glare up at the fucker in front of me.

"There's only a hundred grand here. That's a little light don't you think?" I question Richardson as he smirks in return.

"I guess you should've read the contract. You get a hundred grand now and the rest comes from the buyer once we sell her. We still make a profit from the sale and you get the rest of the money you're owed. So, take this and get the fuck out of my sight. I'll let you know when we've made the sale so we can arrange to meet up and you get the rest of the money," Richardson states, a growl to his voice that I love to hear when he's fucking me.

"I've got a baby boy too. I'm sure you can find someone to buy him. Double the money and you can have him too," I say, my legs shaking and my entire body hurting as I think of all the money I can make from selling off my kids to this man. I won't have to deal with them any longer and I'll have enough money to keep me in drugs and shit for a while.

"I'm not buying your fucking baby, Karen. Get the fuck outta my sight before I take the money back and rip up the contract. I'm done with your ass," Richardson says, turning his back to me and making his way back to his car.

With a smile on my face, I leave the pizza shop and make my way to the poor section of town once again. Thankfully, my friend is still waiting so I don't have to walk there. I barely managed to convince him to bring me. It was only the promise of sharing my drugs with him that made him relent and steal the car for us to get here. It's not the best option, but when you're desperate, you'll resort to almost anything to get what you want. Including selling the kids you hate to get a large sum of money. Just because Richardson didn't want to buy the baby from me doesn't mean there aren't others who will dismiss the offer. I just have to put some feelers out. Something to think about once I get my fix and make sure no one knows how much money I currently have. Arabella will still give me money when I see her, but for now, I'm set.

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Overhearing the conversation between Kash's father and Arabella's mother has my entire body trembling in rage. To actually listen in to two people discussing the sale of another human is fucking disgusting. We knew they were into some shady fucking shit, but I'm not sure the guys truly know how bad this situation is. I don't move from my hiding spot or make any moves as the shadows cover me from anyone's sight. Mr. Richardson pulls out of the alley while that skank fucking walks away with a smile on her face as if she's just won the fucking lottery. Now, I pull my phone out since I'm basically alone in the alley behind Sal's.

"Dante, we've got a fuckin' problem. This shit is worse than anythin' we thought was goin' on. I just fuckin' watched Arabella's mother sell her to fuckin' Kash's father. He had a contract with him and she signed. Even tried to sell her fuckin' baby. He didn't buy the baby, but he was all about buyin' Arabella. I don't know what the fuck is gonna happen movin' forward, but he's gonna be lookin' for a buyer for her. The bitch will get the rest of the money once she's been sold. She also told Richardson, Arabella is a virgin," I say through the phone as Dante starts swearing and yelling.

It doesn't take me very long to hear things slamming to the ground and holes being punched in the closest wall to him. I know Dante enough to realize and understand he's losing his shit and no one will be able to pull him back once he hits a certain point. Dash and Fallon won't even be able to reach him. It's one of the reasons he wanted to start the underground fighting. Dante will spend most of his time in there because he needs an outlet from all the rage coursing through him these days.

"You fuckin' stay there with her and don't let her out of your sight. I don't give a fuck what you have to do. Make sure Arabella gets home and don't leave her house once you're there," Dante orders me, his voice hard and deadly.

"I'll do whatever it takes. This might mean you have to push forward everythin' you've been keepin' hidden from your fathers'. The sooner Richardson realizes he's lost, the sooner he might back off and realize Arabella won't be sold out from under his own son," I state, not knowing all the details of the plan, but I've heard enough over the last several weeks to understand what's going on.

"I'll inform the guys and we'll figure out what to do once they know all the information. For now, your only priority is Arabella and makin' sure no one gets close to her. We've got her when she's at school. You just worry about when she's away from campus," Dante states before hanging up the phone.

Putting my phone back in my pocket, I watch Arabella make her way out of the back door of the pizzeria with a trash bag in hand. This is her third trip out here and I'm happy as fuck she didn't make an appearance when her mother and Richardson were talking. It's bad enough she heard the first conversation about this shit. I don't move from my spot until Arabella's safely back inside the building and I hear the lock of the door click in place. She's almost ready to head home and I'll be following her as the cold wind whips around us and the dark of night covers us. Hopefully Richardson won't try anything tonight when it's just me following her and keeping an eye on the house she'll stay in tonight.