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WHEN THE MAFIA PRINCE saw the warehouse from the Mississippi River, he automatically knew that it was exactly what he had been looking for. The location was perfect. They could either load the women up straight onto a boat or right from the warehouse. The windows were set up high and barely big enough for anyone to slip through. You would have to climb the wall to get in or out of this place by the windows.
He would black out the windows so that no one noticed the lights were on in the place. To the outside world, the old warehouse would appear abandoned and unless they did some digging, they would never know it belonged to his family. Hell, when he found it, he was surprised to learn that his family already owned the building. It had remained empty and unused for quite some time now. He wondered what the old warehouse may have been used for.
His driver eased the car over the bumpy road trying to avoid at least the deeper potholes that plagued the old road leading to the warehouse. He considered having the road repaired, but then there was a chance that people would start to wonder why repairs were being done. He didn’t want attention drawn to the warehouse with what he had planned for it. As they got closer, he lowered his window and breathed in the night air. He wanted to listen for any noises that may be heard around here. From what he had seen, the entire area seemed to be abandoned, but he needed to make sure that their activities would go unnoticed.
When he stepped into the warehouse, it was bigger than he initially thought. Not only was the place large enough to hold all the women, but they could have the auction right here. His customers could pull their cars into the warehouse and stay hidden from anyone that may notice cars gathering around the warehouse. There was also a nice sized office and a makeshift bathroom. It may not have all the comforts of home, but at least, he could have someone stay here and guard the place. There was an area upstairs where they could hold the women and the downstairs area could be used for the ones they wished to auction. A loading dock in the rear of the warehouse led right to the river, so if needed, they could load the girls right onto a boat and out to the Gulf of Mexico. Arrangements were being made already for some of the girls to be brought to China and sold from there. He was also making arrangements for other international selling spots as well.
He looked down at his watch and grimaced. Lately, he had been working some very late nights, and his wife was beginning to complain. She had also been asking a lot of questions, questions that he didn’t want to answer. He didn’t share the details of his business with her, no matter how much she asked.
Hell, he didn’t even talk to his business associates about his socialite wife. Besides, they wouldn’t be interested in hearing how she dragged him to the ballet and charity functions. He kept his private life just that, private. He didn’t want any of them to use his personal life against him. He had been careful to make sure that he had no bridges between the two and planned to keep it that way.