Those motherfuckers are going to bleed for this.
Every last one of them. And Becca? Hell, I have a newfound respect for her. I'm actually not a sympathetic guy, but after watching what she and Kitten endured, I realize there are levels of hell I wouldn't wish on anyone except the assholes who run the compound.
I've read some gruesome reports from the CIA, interrogated cartels before putting a bullet in their heads and dealt with multiple trafficking rings, but I've never sat through the unfiltered, hour by hour reality of what really happens; until tonight. Hector's little house of horrors didn't just record the pain, it archived it like it was a fucking trophy to be proud of.
The ringleader hadn't returned yet, but his threat of fucking and torturing Kit tonight has me pacing, itching to put a fucking bullet between his eyes. Every instinct in me screamed to storm the mansion now, but one wrong move would get her killed. Not only her, but me, Jacob and anyone else within a mile of the compound.
The cameras gave us everything we needed. We were able to tap into all the buildings on the property. Inside and outside. We could see his entire security, and man was he going to pay for his sins once I got my hands on him.
There were multiple women locked in cages, chained to walls, or sprawled out on cold concrete floors like nameless animals. Some were screaming while being punished, their voices muffled by the sounds of fists connecting to their faces. There were hisses of hot irons being used against their skin. Others were cut open, strangled until their eyes rolled back, their limp bodies left on the floorfor the next round of trainings. The guards and handlers carried out the orders as if they were born for it.
Efficient, sadistic and relentless brutality crept along the walls in every building on the property. I can handle gore. I've ripped men's hearts out of their chests, gouged out eyeballs, painted walls red without losing a wink of sleep—but this? This was different, more like a slow poison that seeped into my bones. It didn't just make me angry; it gutted me, clawed at something buried deep within.
It dragged me back to my father.
He was just like these men. Ruthless, heartless and violent.
Watching them work was like staring into the past, but I couldn't look away. My chest ached with a pressure I hadn't felt since I was a boy, and I realized this wasn't just another mission; it was personal. Just then, I felt an emotion that had never bothered me before.
Guilt.
It gnawed at my insides for what I had done to Kitlyn. Kidnapping and terrifying her in the beginning was wrong. I didn't care at the time, but I do now. Making a chick squirm under my strap is something I will always enjoy, but I would never subject any woman to the abuse I was witnessing on these tapes. I owe my queen an apology when I pull her from that hellish nightmare. I will correct all the wrongs I did to her. For now, she is safe in Hector's apartment, as bad as that is. As much as I wanted to go shoot the motherfucker in the face right now, I can't. IfI want Kitten to make it out of there alive, I'd have to sit quietly, even if he makes good on his threat.
The last thing I want him to do is send her to the other buildings. The cottages shattered the women…broke them into tiny little pieces. If Hector sent her there, she would be torn to shreds. In three or four days she will be with me. As long as the implant is still in her arm, his hair-brained idea of getting her pregnant won't work.
I hope he didn't have it removed. I decided not to dwell on it. The issue would be dealt with when the time comes. I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking of all those women. Watching what they endured kept fucking with my mind, bringing me back to my past.
The image of my father flashed through my head-
"Come here, you worthless cunt!"
My father's tone wasangry,and he was totally pissed off.
He was always in a mood, no matter the hour or what day it was. The man never smiled,and my mother paid the price for it. She was pleading and begging, but her cries fell on deaf ears.
"Ivan, please, I don't want this to happen in front of the boys. Can we go to the bedroom at least?"
My two brothers and I were caught right in the middle of the battlefield. Lev stood there, frozen in fear, crying, and Maxim had a blank look on his face, not knowing whether to stay or run.
My dirtbag father didn't give a shit about any of us.
Wrapping his hand around her throat, he bent her over the table and lifted her dress, while unzipping his pants. I started crying and ran to grab mybrothers. We headed upstairs to myroom,where we huddled together while my father brutally raped my mother in the kitchen of our mansion.
"Please, please. No! Stop it, Ivan."
I heard a loud slap, followed by a bloodcurdling scream.
"Shut the fuckup,you bitch. You're mywife,and you will do as I say. It's your duty to fuck me whenever I want it."
My neck stiffened at the memory. I wasn't even aware that I was biting down on my lip until I tasted the blood on my tongue. I needed to get out of my head before I snapped.
My eyes went back to the cameras.
The GPS signal had been lost hours ago when Hector snapped another collar on Kit's neck.
The signal was gone again, but I knew where she was.
I had three pairs of eyes on the footage. We would watch her like hawks. If he decided to sell her before we could crash his mansion, then we would move in on him sooner. We found out he was having a costume party, so I had Zach pull up the guest list from Hector's email server.
