Alessia ordered drinks to be brought to them, and just before they began their celebration, they heard a female shrill above the music.
"Help!"
"What is that?" Valerie panicked. "We have to help," she insisted, but Alessia kicked against it. This was not Denzel's club, so she could not go against anything or anyone.
"Val, this is a club. Some girls sell themselves to mafias, and they do all sorts of things to them," Alessia tried to reason with her, regretting not going to one of Denzel's clubs instead. But Valerie could never ignore a woman in need.
"I don't care. Not until she tells me she likes the abuse."
Valerie was already on her feet. "Now help me trace her," she demanded seriously.
Alessia felt helpless. If it were one of Denzel's clubs, she could have used her authority and influence to stop anything like that, but this was totally different.
