Might.
Of course, it also might not.It might get me caught and killed–or worse–and I’m sane enough to know that I’m already walking a fine line with my father.No one has said anything to me about the girls in the basement, possibly because I wasn’t supposed to know about them yet, or possibly because no one wants to admit that they lost one hundred girls in the middle of the night.
But once they start asking questions, it’s going to take them about two seconds to get to my name and realize that I’m the one and only unknown in their whole operation.
If a bunch of girls disappear from another warehouse, and I happened to be in that warehouse at the time...
Let’s just say that if I do this, I better start planning a way to get out of my father’s reach within the next day.I still don’t know why he’s trying to pull me into a leadership role in the family but his blindness is only going to last for so long.Once he realizes I’m stabbing him in the back as quickly as I can, I’m going to be in trouble.
In the meantime, though, I’m going to get as many girls out as I can.
And hope that when I get out, Lucien has a way for us to shut the whole thing down.
I watch the men moving through the warehouse for a moment longer, counting carefully, and come to the conclusion that there are only five in the rooms with the girls.Three more in the offices.
Eight men who don’t know I’m here.
Eight men who think I’m a friend rather than an enemy.
Yeah, they’re never going to see me coming.
I take my phone out of my pocket, hit the first number, and speak before Camille can say anything.
“I’m in.There are only eight men.Give me fifteen minutes.”
Seconds later I’m moving, striding across the catwalk toward the offices.The three men in here are the most likely to have brains in their heads, which means they’re also the most likely to catch me and all for help.
And I can’t have that.
Once I start shooting, all best are off.I can’t have anyone making any phone calls until after I’ve got the girls out of here.
I slide the silencer out of one pocket and my gun out of its holster as I walk, my movements quick and rehearsed, and by the time I get to the first office my gun is ready and my heart is beating hard enough I wonder if anyone else can hear it.
It’s been a long fucking time since I shot anyone in cold blood.
I slip into the office through the already open door, clock the man at the computer, identify him in my head as one of the collectors, and take aim at him.
“Funny, I didn’t think men in your position knew how to use the computers.Figured you were more like...hunters.All brawn.No brain.”
When he turns, his expression is a mixture of anger and confusion, and I give him a quick grin.
“This is for all the girls you’ve grabbed,” I say quietly.
I pull the trigger and hit him right between the eyes, and then get out of the office, already lecturing myself about having taken so long with that one.Camille and Kate are already in the back alley with a number of vans, waiting for the girls, and I’m here playing with the men like a cat with a bunch of fucking mice.
I don’t have time for that.
The next two men are quick; I get into the offices and shoot them before they even know I’m there, then head for the hallways around the rooms.This requires getting downstairs without anyone becoming suspicious, though, so I tuck my gun inside my jacket and walk like I’m going for a casual stroll through a warehouse full of girls being trafficked for sex and slavery.
Good thing I’m just walking, too, because when I hit the ground floor I nearly run into a man I don’t recognize.
“What are you doing here?”he snarls.
Boy obviously doesn’t know who I am.
I lift a single eyebrow, offended at that, but then remember that I’m in a hurry.I don’t have time to play with this one, or educate him about my right to be here.I also don’t have time to break his windpipe the way I want to.
Pity.
