59. The Market

Kevin's POV

"Who is the slave you want, Alpha Kevin?"

I heard him the first time but decided not to reply then. I tore my eyes away from Liam and turned to him. I was in a rush to get Ella and get out of here but I wasn't going to show how desperate I was.

The man seated before me showed enough desperation for the two of us. I knew he wanted the investment deal. I smiled, knowing what I had done. Of course, he would want it. It was a fat deal and I didn't think he would want to lose it. He would have to be a solid man of integrity to pass up on the deal.

Shaking my head at the man before me, I doubted he had enough integrity to save himself from greed.

"Ella." I said, crossing my legs over each other as I leaned back into the chair. "Ella Moore. It shouldn't be hard to find her. She is beautiful."

He snorted. "All the slaves here are beautiful. That is what helps the market."

I reigned in my temper, almost losing it at the way he talked, like my mate was some sort of cheap fish