The meeting with the assistant to the consulate, for a small fee, gave me the information that I was looking for. I was furious, as I dialed my father’s number. He was behind this debacle that had me clean across the country and sucking another man’s dick.

Once again, I was shown the depths of my father’s hatred and vitriol when he wanted revenge. My father had ordered men killed before by the most brutal means. But the hatred he had for Mr. Macklin—whom he blamed for the pit bulls attack was just too much. It equaled the hatred I had for Tasha. I couldn’t wait to make her suffer by my own hands. I had every intention of making sure she had the same nightmares I had about dogs ripping my face off. My father went a step further and figured it would be easier to just kill everyone with the last name Macklin.

The people my father hired to kill Trae told my father that he and his friend left the country and were headed to China. The next thing you know, my father was on his way there. That’s why I had to move fast. There were only two Black men attending the secret bitcoin meeting. Nothing too much happens in Beijing without me being able to find out. And from what I gathered, they were there promoting Mr. Santos’s record label, Game Over Records.

“Enemy of the State.” With his influence and connections, my father was able to get this word to the Republic of China government that Trae and his accomplice were just that. That’s why they were detained. He wanted them held in custody until he got there. But he forgot that I was his daughter, and this was still my playground. So, I was able to move a little bit faster than he. I felt like the Chinese Olivia Pope.

* * *

“Ms. Li. We have drafted the documents needed to accompany you to the detention camp to get the two Americans suspects released.”

“Suspects of what? They haven’t been charged with anything.”

“Ms. Li.” Han attempted to calm me down. “I have what you need.” Han held up two folders, waved them in front of my face, and he led me outside.