Chapter 91

The man's knife was pointed directly at me, his gaze as cold as death. It was the kind of look that made it clear he saw human life as insignificant. "Stay quiet," he ordered. I straightened up, too scared to make another move. They didn't bother to hide their conversation from me as we drove. From their words, I pieced together what had happened. This group had been operating an underground network trafficking women and children for years. And the man leading them was Fred's father, Phillip York. Their clients were men willing to pay exorbitant prices for wives or, sometimes, shady institutions abroad. Beautiful women were often sold to illegal operations overseas or to those who wanted to buy a bride at a high price. Their influence stretched across the province. Recently, with the rise in tourists to the town, Fred began targeting young travelers—especially those exploring the area alone. Before Diana, they had already captured several young women in the mountains. Their lat