Eliana's POV
The underground warehouse wasn't far from Don's main estate.
I understood immediately why he had chosen this place instead of taking the girls directly home.
Don and Blood, might be many things, but careless was not one of them.
His main estate was always watched. By enemies. By allies pretending to be friends. By people waiting for one mistake.
Bringing a truck full of rescued girls there would draw too much attention.
And there was another reason.
Some of the girls could have trackers hidden in their clothes, their shoes... even inside their bodies.
Anyone smart enough to run a trafficking ring would think ahead.
Don knew that and he thought of everything.
The vehicle slowed before finally stopping in front of an old abandoned building hidden behind rows of dry trees and broken concrete walls.
From the outside, it looked useless, forgotten. A dead place no one would bother noticing.
But I knew better that places like this were chosen for a reason.
