Just like Jacob, my brother felt funny watching Kit naked the whole time, but I didn't give a shit. They saw her get tortured in that fucking red room, for fuck sake, along with everything else that went on for the past month in that shithole. As long as she was alive, that's all that mattered to me. Her nudity wasn't a top priority on my list of things that needed to be tackled before getting her the fuck out of there.
Once I went through every damn video, I yelled for Jacob, who was in the bathroom. He came running out,looking like a deer caught in a set of headlights. I guess I must have sounded desperate.
"Yeah, boss. What's the matter?"
He sounded startled.
I almost laughed at the look on his face.
"It's not an emergency. I just want to bring the costume shindig Hector is throwing on Wednesday to your attention."
Jacob looked at me with a slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I guess I missed that part."
He shrugged, smiling wider.
"Okay. I didn't miss it. I stopped watching to give you some privacy and space, figuring you would fill me in on the important stuff."
I stared at the screen a while longer. We covered all the recordings since Kit was taken, and I was not too fucking happy with what I saw. The iron masks were put over their heads in the red room. What a fucking douchebag. That pissed me off to the highest level of pissivity.
I look back at Jacob, my eyes narrow, face frowning.
"The event is in three days." Leaning over Jacob's shoulder, I whispered. "It isn't just a party; it's an auction. Sampling merchandise before the bids."
My jaw ticked. The images in my head of different men raping and hurting her was already enough to make me want to head out there and burn the entire thing to the ground.
We went through the exclusive list with a fine-tooth comb. Names, accounts….all vile men with too much money and zero conscience.
"We need to be on that list." I said.
Jacob smiled. "You're thinking fake identities?"
"I'm thinking," I said, sliding a photo across the table. "We take an identity that already has an invitation—kill him and wear his badge for the night."
Jacob grinned widely.
"I'm in. I think we can pull it off. We may have to use Mexican accents and speak Spanish if we choose some rich assholes from this country."
I lifted a brow with a smile on my face.
"I am fluent in Spanish, and I pack a mean Mexican accent. No worries there."
My tone turned serious.
"I'm thinking of asking the CIA to fly in a few men of my height. I don't want Kit to blow my cover if she figures it out."
Jacob rubbed his chin. "Maybe I should take care of Kit, and you can handle cute little Becca. She won't know it's me. She will think I am just another scum bag bidder."
I slapped him on the back. "That's a great idea. I don't want to lose my shit either. It will be easier for me to keep my emotions in check if I'm not near her."
Jacob nodded. "Then it's settled." He smiled. "It won't be long until she's back with you, where she belongs."
Before I could respond, Zach's voice came through the speaker, smooth as ever.
"I've already got a few possible targets. They're all scumbags with money. Two are in Mexico City; the other two are in Cancun. They're all invited to the party. Any of them will work. I can forge the entry badges, re-route facial recognition if he uses it, and scrub you from every camera between the front gate and Hector's ballroom."
"Mexico City," I decided.
