Page 43 of Protection for Asher (Safeguarded By The SEAL #4)

Bill had finally gotten lucky in Vegas and won ten thousand dollars then lost half of it before evening. He walked away from the table with five thousand in his pocket. He figured it was time to get out of Vegas.

He'd gotten information on Christopher and saw it would take him about six hours with traffic to get to his nephew’s house.

He needed sleep, so he found an empty lot and hunkered down for some shut-eye.

At four in the morning, he woke up because some idiot pulled into the lot and blasted music.

Tired of Vegas, he decided to head out. By morning, he would have more money in his pocket, and then he could find a cheap place to live.

With the money he had, he wouldn’t even have to work.

When money got low, he could put the screws on his nephew or another idiot relative and get more money.

Maybe he could start his own network of traffickers.

He didn’t have the specific contact information for the buyers, but he knew enough he could get it.

The drive into San Diego took him through some shit areas that were dry and dusty as his grandpa’s cracked skin before he died. The old bastard had used a switch on him so many times he got to where he liked the pain. Maybe he would keep a girl with him and teach her to like the switch.

The thought made him horny, so he stopped on the side of the road as the sun was rising and pulled up some porn. He was into the video when a police cruiser pulled up behind him. He shoved his dick back into his pants and covered up, trying to come up with a cover story of why he pulled over.

He rolled down his window and smiled as the officer approached. “Is there a problem, sir?” the officer asked.

“No, sir. I had to take a call, and I didn’t want to drive while I was on the phone.”

“Oh, that’s smart. Is the call over?”

“Yes, sir. It had just finished when you pulled up behind me. I was about to take off.”

“Okay, well drive safe today.”

The officer stepped away and Bill blew out a breath of relief. He would save his fantasies until later, once he was hidden away from prying eyes. He just needed to get his money from Christopher and then he would find a hotel to hunker down at for a while.

The rest of the drive he paid close attention to the traffic laws and made sure he didn’t attract the attention of police. San Diego wasn’t as bad as the rest of the area, and he stopped at a fast-food joint and ate breakfast.

The food wasn’t anything special. He missed the home-cooked meals he could weasel out of his neighbors. Those old women knew how to make a meal. Maybe he would go back home. Those people knew him.

Once he finished eating, his excitement exploded.

He was going to get some good money, and Christopher wouldn't know what hit him.

He pulled up out front of his house and cut the engine.

The door opened, and a woman stepped out.

What kind of skank would want to be with Christopher?

He was so short and such a loser. Who would want him?

He narrowed his gaze, really looking at the woman.

He recognized her. It was that bitch they’d taken from the party.

Asher, Christopher’s ex. How the hell was she here?

They’d shipped her overseas, or he thought they had.

Maybe Christopher was in on the trafficking ring.

He reached for the door handle, determined to find out how this woman ended up here instead of where they’d sent her.