“Not to question your judgement but is it wise to put her on auction when she’s already been promised.”
“Bah,” The older man didn’t sound concerned in the least. “Promised isn’t bought. Do you know how much money she’ll fetch? Far more than that ass is willing to pay me.”
No honor amongst thieves.
Shay was the only person she was aware of held in the building so she had a pretty good idea who they were talking about. Her. No wonder they hadn’t bothered with masks. They never intended to release her back to her father. They were going to sell her to the highest bidder like she was a piece of meat at a market.
“But—”
“Enough,” The older man snapped. “She’ll be sold to the highest bidder and out of our hair. Get her ready right before its time. I’ll make the intro and you’ll bring her in. I want them salivating for her.” She could hear the glee in his voice that turned her stomach. That man really was a monster.
She heard their footfall get softer as they walked away.
The time for being the docile captive was over. Shay couldn’t wait to see if her father would pay the ransom or not. She had to escape. Now.
Chapter 3
Drew walked through the night club, his eyes constantlyscanning the occupants. The blaring, pulsing music grated on his nerves. The strobe light wasn’t helping with his vision but he ignored it all. He’d been trained in some of the harshest conditions. Learned to push through distractions and pain. He focused on a single goal. Find out where the buy was going down.
All he had was an address. Greg and Barry looked it up on their way over. Good thing it was close by or they’d never have enough time to get there before the buy went down.
Drew studied the layout before entering. There were three floors. The main was the night club. There were apartments and offices upstairs and a basement downstairs.
Logic said that the illegal stuff was downstairs rather than up. Since they didn’t have a chance to get a lay of the area before Barry and Sam were checking the back. Nick and Daniel were covering the side entrances. Lastly, Jack was doing surveillance from a van just down the street. All the entrances were covered.
Drew knew Greg was somewhere in the building. They’d made sure to arrive separately so they didn’t draw attention, but he couldn’t spot him through the massive crowd.
“Wanna dance?” A woman asked appearing in front of him wrapping her arms around him like a boa constrictor.
“No thank you.” He politely declined, disentangling himself and walked around her.
The last thing he wanted to do was dance. He wasn’t a bad dancer. Far from him. Not to toot his own horn but he was a pretty good dancer, but there was a time and place for it and now wasn’t it.
Drew went to the main bar that had the best view point of the club. “Scotch on the rocks.” He ordered. He would look out of place if he didn’t at least look like he was a patron.
The bartender nodded and few seconds later slid the drink to him. Drew paid what he felt was highway robbery fora simple drink but forked it over. He turned back to the crowd looking at faces instead of the bumping and grinding happening on the floor.
He’d never understand people and that thumping, annoying music. There weren’t even words to it. Just noise. If he had to listen to just music, he preferred jazz to this racket. He couldn’t wait to get out of this place. The middle east in the heart of Taliban
“Report,” He said before he took a sip.
“No activity on the East door.” Nick replied quickly.
“No activity on the West door.” Daniel reported.
“Nothing in the back.” Came Barry’s reply.
Drew checked his watch. It had been fifteen minutes since the text went out. Either people were waiting for the last minute or they were already in the building.
“Do you see anything, Greg?”
“No,” Greg’s voice came over loud and clear through the ear piece. “I’m making my way to check downstairs.”
Drew spotted someone head toward the stairs that went up. They showed a thin black wristband to one of the bouncers and they were let up. “Looks like some activity could be upstairs. Need a wristband to get up there. A good place for buyers to be waiting. I’ll check it out.”
He just needed to find someone with a wristband first.
Two men walked up next to him talking in low tones. How they could hear each other over the din Drew didn’t know. There was something about them that seemed out of place for the night club.
