“There may be a change of plans for you two,” he continued. “I can make a hell of a lot more selling babies. And if those little bastards come out with rare eyes? Double the price. Nobody gives a shit who the parents are—they just want the kid. There are thousands of childless couples willing to pay top dollar to have a baby."
He pulled away and slapped me on the ass.
I yelped, startled.
“No birth control for either of you just yet. Becca, you won’t be visiting the red room today. Take care of green eyes while I am gone. Don't bank on it one hundred percent, but I may not sell you after all.”
His deranged laugh echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls.
“I think we’d have more fun making babies instead. Even pregnant, you’ll still be useful. A swollen belly won't deter them from fucking either of you. It doesn't matter to me which hole they use. That triples the money I can make on you two bitches.”
He pointed at us.
“Clean this place up. My guards are outside the door. No fucking ideas. They’ve got orders to kill if you try to run.”
Before I could even react, there was a knock, then the guard stepped inside.
“Sorry to interrupt, sir, but we’ve got a bigger problem.”
Hector balled his fists.
“What the fuck is it now?”
The guard gulped nervously.
“After the report this morning, we dug deeper. Turns out it wasn’t just one facility. Six houses have been burned to the ground. Guards dead. Girls gone. All the camera footage was destroyed.”
Hector’s face darkened. He rubbed his forehead, brooding.
“Punishing my brothers caused this. They’re my front men….they check on the houses regularly.”
His tone turned sharp.
“I want to know why the fuck this took so long to reach me.” The guard’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Your scouts haven’t reached the houses until today. It’s the slow season, sir. And since no one knows your location, it took time to coordinate communication. But… someone’s coming for you. Someone with a vendetta.”
My heart lurched.
Atlas.
God, please let it be him.
But Hector didn’t look convinced.
He rubbed his jaw, pacing.
“I haven’t fucked over any cartels, haven't killed anyone related….I’m stumped.”
Then, with a snap of his fingers-
“Maybe it's other traffickers. Easier to steal what isn’t yours than hunt fresh meat.”
He cracked his knuckles, grinning.
“Yeah. That’s what it is.”
My heart sank.
