I’ve seen pictures of Regan Porter before, and not in Gomes’ look book, but nothing prepares me for her full-fledged, magazine-quality beauty. He stops at the second to last door and removes a key. We’re a strange parade-Gomes, me, and some house mom trailing behind. I wave around a lot of cash, and Gomes nodded and asks no more questions. I have a thing against hellholes and having sex in them. I don’t want to have sex here, I’ve explained to Gomes. It’s a dingy place where men with deep perversions but shallow wallets can get their rocks off. I can’t call it a home or even a brothel. We walk up to the second floor and down a narrow hall toward the back, a windowless part of this brick and metal building. He nods as if this makes sense to him, but I think it’s the money that I’m flashing that he understands. A Texan in Rio sees a lot of beautiful Brazilian women, but sometimes you want a little star-spangled banner in the rotation. He brags that there isn’t a sick sex act I can think of that Gomes can’t fulfill. He shakes his head and says that he has access to dozens of others that are better and all willing to engage in whatever perverse activity I want. That’s the warning given when I point to the blonde with the glazed green eyes in Senhor Gomes’ book of whores. Please note: this contains some scenes that sensitive readers may find upsetting or triggering.
But with every passing minute, I find I can’t let her go. I should leave her behind or send her home because the last thing either of us needs right now is to get involved.
In a hidden brothel in Rio, I find Regan Porter, bruised by not broken and still sane despite her weeks in captivity.
I hope the next face I find is my sister’s. In every brothel I raid or every human trafficking truck I stop, I’ve left the Army, turned paid hit man, and have befriended criminals all across the globe to find my kidnapped sister. Daniel For the last eighteen months, I’ve had one goal that has dictated every action I’ve taken. He says he’ll protect me until his last breath but I don’t know if I should believe him or even if I can. He's also the only safe thing in my world, and I know it's wrong to fall in love with him, but I can't seem to help myself. He says he's here to save me, but can I trust him? All I know of him is his sarcastic retortsĪnd his tendency to solve every dispute with his gun. Two months later, I'm at a brothel in Rio when I meet Daniel Hays. Regan I never really knew what misery was until the day I was kidnapped and sold for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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