“ People who are having sex
with children are not johns and tricks.
They are child rapists
and pedophiles,
so we should call them what they are.  ”
~ Jada Pinkett Smith

Kabe walked away from Lizzy praying that John would not do anything to her.  He knew that although giving her a name tag should essentially keep her safe he knew these were dishonest and untrustworthy men hence their reason for being in this business in the first place.

As he headed to Chantal's room he looked for places that he could easily hide a camera that would be able to take videos and voice recordings of everything without being visible.  Mentally he noted such spots being careful not to leave any paper trails in case this was to blow up.

Stopping at Chantal's door he raised his hand to knock but decided against it praying that he would not barge into a scene like Lizzy's.

Slowly opening the door he heard a rushed Shh and rustling.

Stepping in he saw Chantal sitting on her bed with a guilty look on her face but as soon as she saw that it was Kabe, her face spread into a smile.  Before Kabe could ask about the noise he heard,  Chantal raised a finger to her lip then pointed to under the bed.

Getting the message Kabe put on his act.

"What was that noise?"

Chantal pretending to be scared didn't respond.

"You know,  I don't like to repeat myself," Kabe said folding his hand behind him and then walking over to Chantal.

Grabbing onto her shoulder he gently pulled her close to his face but Chantal didn't need to pretend,  she was scared and let out a sequel.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said in a quivering voice.

"So you're telling me if I were to look under your bed at this moment I wouldn't see anyone under here?"

Chantal stopped breathing. 

"Was he acting anymore or had this all been a ruse to see if I could be still be trusted by Sam. "

Not responding because she wasn't planning on giving away Mishti she just stared at Kabe.

"Well then since you can't say,  I'll just have to do this the hard way.  Hmmm?"

Slowly Kabe bent and looked under the bed morphing his face into a deadly,  unforgiving look.

"Get out!" he growled into the girl's face.

In a rush,  Mishti pushed herself out and stood quivering in fear.

"Is this your room?" Bob said in a low chillingly cold voice.

"No-no sir."

"So what are you doing in here?" he questioned in that same voice.

"No-nothing Sir," Mishti responded fear evident in her voice.

"Nothing huh?" Bob said in a sarcastic tone,  "Okay how about after I count to three you tell me what you are doing in here and if you don't let's just count off all the fun times I can have with you.  Okay sweet cheeks?" Bob said in mock endearment.

He walked slowly over to her as if he were the prey and she the predator.  For each step he took she took another back until her back had hit the wall.

Having her backed into a corner,  Bob smiled wickedly.  Lifting his hand,  Mishti flinched, tightening her face in preparation for the slap she was sure was definitely going to sting.  But it didn't come instead she felt a hand rubbing along her cheek and then lifting her chin up.  She gasped in surprise as she looked at the man in front of her.

The man she believed she had escaped was back.  Her nightmare was standing in the flesh and bones that she was sure had been decaying.

"This can't be true," she thought to herself.

"You should respond when spoken to," Bob said staring at her with indifference.

"She recognises me," he thought grimly. 

"Yes Sir. "

After a few seconds he began to count, "One,  two,  thr-"

"I came to find out if she was okay!  We were just talking, " Mishti quickly blurted out.

"Oh, so it was something," he snarled still staring down at her.

Lost in thought of how she had even survived he had not realised that he had been squeezing her until he heard her whimpering.  He dropped her chin roughly and pointed towards the door.

"Leave before I change my mind, " he growled out between clenched teeth.

When she was out and the door closed behind her,  he turned and looked at Chantal.   She quickly pushed herself further away from him,  her feet tucked under her.

"What's wrong?" he questioned her puzzled.

"You don't really work for the FBI do you?" she asked.

"Yes I do.  Why would you think that I don't?" he questioned as he walked over to her.

"You hurt her!  You hurt my friend!" she screamed at him.

"Mishti is your friend?"

"How do you know her name?  She says she knows no one around here so how do you know her?" she asked feeling the onset of panic and betrayal once again.

"I should have learnt my lesson.  Sammy wasn't Sammy and Kabe or Bob or whatever his name is isn't what hr says he is either," she thought to herself.

Kabe just stared at her wondering how to tell her.  How to say it so she knew he was tell the truth.

"How do you know her?" she whispered desperate for an answer.

"I -" taking a deep breathe in and running his hand down his face in frustration,  "I kidnapped her last year. "

Chantal stared at him in silence,  not knowing what to really say.

"You may have heard of the fearless Monte Carlo," he stated.

He raised an eyebrow at her indicating he wanted to know if she had.

"Yes.  Sam talks about him every time.  Every time he... every time he... you know, " Chantal responded with a shaking breathe looking at the sheets wishing it had the ability to smother her.

"Well that's me.  I am and was Monte Carlo," Kabe responded and watching as Chantal eyed the door with longing.

Slowly he approached her and then sat on the bed.   Instantly Chantal jumped off the bed as if it had scorched her.   Quickly she walked over to the corner of her room farthest from Kabe.  Trying to keep the panic attack under control,  her eyes darted around the room looking for potential candidates that could be a weapon of defense against Kabe but came up empty as expected.

Looking over at her in her corner of retreat, he didn't blame her for wanting to get away.  She had been through a lot, seen a lot and done a lot.  No one had to tell him he was treading on thin mistrusting ice here, namely, Chantal.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said looking at her gently.

Chantal, not making any attempt to move or indicate she had heard him or trusted him stared at him as of he would spring at her the moment she looked defenseless.

Sighing inwardly, he knew the truth was the only thing that would make her believe him.  He did not feel compelled to do so but from his experience in this line of work, he knew trust went a long way.

"My crew and I were in Italy about three years ago.  The FBI sent us to help recruit persons who were loyal to their people and wanted to assist us infiltrating drug rings but mainly human trafficking rings."

Looking at her he knew she was still tense and mistrusting but it did not matter at the moment.  Letting her realise at he could be trusted was his priority.

"We were successful and started from small rings up to the bigger ones, each one that we moved from were busted.  Finally we got wind of this human trafficking ring which is highly interconnected and had moles in every international organisation you can imagine and probably never heard of before. In the second year, we were in Monaco tracking the leader for one of the largest a branches and it was in India.  He liked flashy, so it was no surprise finding him on a yacht partying, like the animal he was, I went up to him since I was leading the group. I introduced myself, telling him I wanted to be a business partner and I had a proposition he'd be interested in."

Watching her intently, she squirmed under his stare.

"Show no weakness!" she screamed continuously to herself as she listened to him speak.

"He carried me below deck and I told him to step down as the leader of his ring. He declined but since I had asked him kindly and he was stupid enough not to bring along his human body shields; I blew his head off."

At this Chantal jumped slightly.  He was too calm telling her he had killed a man without giving him a chance to fight back.  But why should it matter to her?  That man had been a trafficker and he only deserved death she reasoned.

"That's how I got the name Monte Carlo; because I killed a man in Monte Carlo.  We then went off to India and that's when hell met Earth."