Chapter 9

Eleven thirty PM.

My car sped down the empty highway.

Even before arriving, I could almost smell the salty, damp air of the sea.

I parked my car, facing the port. Several black sedans were already there.

Their headlights glared directly at me.

To be honest, it was impossible for me not to notice something off about this mission.

But how could I defy Julian?

Defy him, and I’d be exposed.

I got out of the car, hands in my trench coat pockets, squinting at the man sitting on the hood of one of the cars.

He was my contact for this deal.

They called him Big Roman on the streets; true to his name, he was ruthless and insane.

And I heard he had a lot of dirty business…

“Looks like my ‘delivery’… arrived perfectly?”

He swaggered down from the car, sizing me up.

His gaze made me uncomfortable, but I still calmly handed him the box from the back seat.

“The goods are here. Check them yourself.”

He merely raised an eyebrow, looking at me.

“Ms. Miller, could you please open the box for me?”

His eyes were still glued to me, a leering smile on his face. I think that’s when I truly knew something was wrong.

But with those car headlights aimed directly at me, where could I go?

The box was opened, revealing heavy stones inside.

His hoarse, perverse laugh pierced my eardrums.

“Heh heh, Ms. Miller…”

“Don’t you understand yet? The ‘goods’…”

“Are you.”