Chapter Eleven:I’m Innocent.

Valerie was paralyzed for some seconds. She had expected some disgusting old looking man to be the head of such a vile association that trafficked girls, and forced them into prostitution.

But no! She was dead wrong. Standing in front of her with his hand in the pocket of his pants, was a man, a gorgeous man. He was tall, almost 6 ft 9 by the looks of it. He appeared much older than the innocent looking young lady, who couldn't look away from him.

His sophisticated, dark exterior, made him appear superior to every other ordinary person. Jolene found Marco cute, but this man here, clearly God took his time creating him. She was jealous, so jealous of his thick eyebrows and long lashes, was it even possible that he had all that when he was not a female?

His dark, tousled hair hung down his shoulders, it was such a contrast to his icy blue eyes.

Hence, he looked more of a supermodel, than actually a thug It was really hard for her to believe that he was part of something so… sinful.