SAINT.
It took me less than an hour to find her. All I had to do was post her picture on the Black Network, and in less than 10 minutes, I already got her location.
Yeah. The Black Network is where every filthy, discreet, and dangerous transaction happens. You want something? Anything? Even a person? Contact the network, pay the price, and it's yours.
And, yeah. I had her picture. I guess my instinct was right. It had persuaded me to take a photo of her sleeping form while she was still knocked out from the other night. It's something I wasn't proud of, but look? It came in handy.
But, I swear to f**k, nothing—absolutely f*****g nothing—prepared me for the image I walked in on. And Valor was ready to tear the motherfucker to shreds for even breathing the same air as Eve.
Fuck. I didn
