CHAPTER 75 Regained Consciousness

　　Meanwhile, Don Ramon's black van had arrived at their headquarters. A 6,000 square foot mansion with bone-white paint came into view. In the darkness, the van's headlights illuminated the streets.

　　Upon entering the gate, Don Ramon's men quickly assumed their roles: the driver parked the car, Sanchez emerged from the van dragging Hazel's wheelchair, and another man carried the unconscious girl.

　　Beautiful and delicate.

　　That was Hazel's body being handled by a chubby man, perhaps as big as his boss. His hands didn't hesitate to roam over Hazel's body, trying to take advantage of the transit process, but Don Ramon immediately pointed his Colt at him.

　　"Don't play games with her, Chicco," he threatened, pushing the chubby man's head to refocus on his job.

　　"Sorry, boss," the chubby man quickly shifted Hazel's weight onto the wheelchair and took her inside their boss's residence, their temporary headquarters.