3 Years Undercover: The Truth Behind My Desperate Search for a Lost Love (You Won't Believe What I Found)

A low whimpering sound reached my ears from a secluded room in the warehouse.

I gestured for my subordinate to pull open the door. The sight inside made my pupils shrink.

This was the shipment!

More than twenty women, barely clothed, were huddled together, their eyes wide with terror, fixed on me. Their hair was matted and wild, and their faces and bodies were bruised to varying degrees.

The worst off lay motionless on the ground, silenced forever, fresh marks of brutal torture still marring her body.

Seeing this, I remembered what Duke had called “handling.” A shiver of ice crawled down my spine, despite the summer air.