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twenty. She was displayed without an ounce of dignity and she was
completely naked, except for the black high-heeled platforms. 
    Victoria’s entire team stood outside of the building in
silence. Sadness washed over Victoria and warm tears fell from her eyes. She
didn’t even want to imagine the last moments of the young woman’s life. No
woman deserved to die like that. Victoria wiped her face and realized that she
was the bait for the type of monster that could brutally murder a young woman.
    Deon, who was apparently reading Victoria’s mind, walked
over and placed his arm around her. “You okay?”
    Victoria nodded in response, though she was lying. 
    Ten minutes later, a team of Homicide detectives accompanied
by evidence technicians took over the scene. Victoria quickly gave them the
rundown on how she stumbled upon the dead girl.
    Somehow the media was alerted and of course that meant the
end of Victoria’s undercover mission. She couldn’t risk being on the news while
she worked undercover missions. A John wasn’t going to stop for a prostitute in
an area that was surrounded by the Chicago Police Department anyway. 
    CHAPTER 4
      STORM
    Jack
Storm stood with his arms crossed at the floor-to-ceiling window in his massive
office. He stared down at the busy streets of downtown Chicago. He had a
breathtaking view of the city. Storm Tower, headquarters for Storm Enterprises,
stood at ninety-two stories. Jackson Storm was the most profitable real estate
developer in the country, but at the moment he couldn’t concentrate on work. He
was deep in thought. He couldn’t get that caramel-colored beauty that he had
seen on the street the day before off of his mind. 
    Why did
she have to be a prostitute? He thought to himself as he
relished in the memories of her beauty. She had long dark silky hair, beautiful
skin, massive tits, and never-ending legs. He had been so very tempted to pick
her up, but he wasn’t into prostitutes. Jack was well aware that he was
attractive to women. He could have any woman he wanted, so he never once
considered paying a hooker.
    Storm had rugged Caucasian features that were enhanced by a
ruddy skin tone. He stood at six foot three. Since he worked out on a daily
basis, he knew that women were impressed with his muscular physique. Because he
was a billionaire, women practically threw themselves at his feet, but he
couldn’t remember his body ever reacting the way that it had yesterday. He
remembered sitting in his car watching as a bead of sweat rolled down the
caramel beauty’s impressive cleavage. When it disappeared, he instantly
hardened. He imagined chasing that little bead of sweat with his tongue. He
pulled off before he could do anything stupid, but he wanted her.
    His thoughts were interrupted by his assistant’s voice. Mary
was a highly competent woman in her early fifties. She was like a second mother
to Jack.
    “Mr. Storm, your mom is on line one.”
    Grateful for the distraction, he walked over to his desk and
instructed Mary to put his mom’s call through. He reached for his remote
control so that he could check the Dow as he grabbed the receiver.
    “Hi, Mom. How are
you?”
    “I’m great, love. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t forget
about the dinner party on Sunday.”
    Jack could see right through his mother’s so-called innocent
reminder. She was trying to set him up again. Matchmaking wasn’t her strong
suit. One more bubble-headed debutant and he would completely lose his mind.
    “I didn’t forget, Mom,” he said as he looked up at the
television.
    Transfixed on the vision on the screen, he abruptly ended
his call, “Mom, I gotta call you back.”
    He hung up immediately, right in the middle of his mother’s
rebuttal.
    “It’s her,” he said in a shocking whisper as he gazed in
disbelief at the television.
    There she was; his caramel-colored beauty. She was wearing a
CPD uniform. The news anchor was saying something about increasing the