CAMILLA

Her barefoot padded softly as she approached the balcony, her slender fingers curled tightly around the gold iron of the railing. One hand rubbed the curve of her protruding belly softly, while her eyes gazed down.

Below the courtyard, she could see crates being moved, and a truck pulling into the compound. It was his fifth deal this week, the money wouldn’t stop coming in.

“Rafael, these girls are one of the best I’ve brought so far.” A man’s voice echoed through the ...