“What?”
“They turned me into a star to launder money from different crimes. Henrik is the middleman,” he blurts out harshly.
“Your manager?”
“My manager,” he nods.
“They launder money?” I repeat, because I need to say it out loud to even begin to process it. “From what…? What kind of crimes are we talking about?”
It can’t be anything too serious. Reid would never get involved in that kind of shi—
“Drug trafficking, weapons trafficking… there are even pimps,” he says, closing his eyes tightly. “And Henrik never confirmed it, but I suspect he’s also involved in human trafficking.”
“What the f**k, Reid?!” I get to my feet on the bed, gripping the sheet with both hands. “You were part of all that?!”
“I was,” he admits without looking at me—and thank God for that, because right now, I d
