Screams started sounding past the closed door, and throughout the whore house. Loud thuds. Terrified girls. The sound of our freedom...
Music to my fucking ears.
I fastened the last buckle on my boot and turned to face him.
“Let’s play,Batman.”
It was an effort not to wrap my arms around Seven while she shielded one of my girls from chaos and met eyes with me. Chunks of sheetrock and cheap wood peppered our faces as bullets flew in the dark.
“How many total, Bridge?!” she yelled over the noise.
“Twelve!”
Sev covered little Jessie, the timid doe-eyed teenager with the voice of a mouse. She barely wore a stitch, and I knew it was probably because they’d got her while she was sitting on top of some guy that I’m positive is bleeding out in that shitty bed. He deserves worse, but at least his sorry life is over. They disappeared around the back corner to where I assume Seven has been breaking them out. I grabbed Declan’s gloved hand, and we ducked as I led him down a couple hallways to Mikhail’s office. We slammed the door behind us.
Not a soul in here.
I clacked to his desk and ripped the cord from the laptop while Dec flipped it over.
“What are you doing? We’re not taking the whole thing?”
“I only need the hard drive,” he said, dismantling the thing. “Check his drawers for flash drives or paperwork.”
I stuffed whatever I could find that seemed useful into my pockets and the waist of my jeans, and then…I hit the jackpot, opening one drawer with a shiny Desert Eagle…loaded and polished. I’m not usually into guns, but…Daddy would have loved this. Both of us jumped as the door burst open, and one of Mikhail’s men stood, keen on blocking our only way out. He pointed a pistol, not at Dec…but atme.
“I knew you wereliar,” he spat through clenched teeth. I held the pistol under the desk and Declan held the remains of the closed laptop out of view. “He should have—”
“Ole Bessie was braugh, and unusually tall, and she made for one hell of a vieeeeew…”I know that voice…andthat horrible singing as it trailed in from way down the hall.
Malek.
“Your death can be quick, or it can be slow, mate. Which is it gonna be?” Dec asked, slipping the laptop in front of me as a shield. “You’ll die either way, but you’ve got about five seconds to ‘figger outhowyou wanna bow out.”
“Ohhh, I sank me stiff cock, in the wool of her sock, thinkin’ I had what’s long overduuuuue…”
Dude’s eyes darted between us and over his shoulder, not sure which of us to anticipate…and I took the shot, blowing a hole in his stomach just as Malek appeared, bloody and grinning, catching him as he fell and burying his knife in his chest.
“Aaahhhh, fed up with me frolics, she snatched me poor bollocks…and twisted ‘em into a knoooot…”Mal twisted theknife and sang into the guy’s ear.“Ole Bessie, I cried…I just fancied some pie…but me balls still went into the potttt.”
StabStabStabStab…
The body dropped to the floor, and we clapped as Malek bowed, Simon waddling in from behind him.
“Song good. I like.”
“Thanks, it’s an old fave,” Mal grinned, winking. “Evenin’, brat.”
I didn’t have the words. I held back my bitch tears and ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck. The weird guy that was wearing Declan’s hoodie when I’d left Leviticus joined us in the doorway.
“We’re rigged. The ones still left alive are cuffed together in those rooms…with the dead clients on the metal beds.”
Those beds are all chained to the wall. Beautiful…just flawless.
Malek pulled back and tilted my chin up. “Sev’s got every one of the girls.Unharmed. On their way to a hospital. Good on you, little sister.”
Cue the waterworks. “Thank you…”
“Don’t thank us. Thank that bloke…right over there.” He pointed behind me at Declan, who had taken the mask off. “For what it’s worth…you’ve got my blessin’.”
