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Zayne aka Gabriel(29 years)
“Why the fuck did you do that?” Nathaniel barked as I slipped my shirt back on.
Taking my time to button down then slide on my vest, I turned to look at him. “She’s just another pretty pussy and I was having fun.” I kept my tone one of boredom. “You know what that is, don’t you?”
His face red from anger, he looked ready to put a bullet in me. “Well, you just fucking cost me,” he snarled.
“Cost you what?” I already knew the answer but tested to see if he would trust me.
Having given him one out of the two memory cards already opened an alliance with him. Just to seal the deal, I’d mentioned that I had a friend who was interested in buying girls and if he knew anyone, to let me know. The fact that Nathaniel kept me around after the delivery meant either he’d bought into my legitimacy, or he wanted me for some other shit.
Rex bringing the girl with him tonight, however, meant he’d delivered the second memory card himself. Fortunately, the tracking feature Declan installed in the memory card I recovered from Ria also included a failsafe if we didn’t get our hands on the second card. He’d written a code for the information to self-destruct the second both memory cards were combined. That would give us time to nail the sick fucks.
Nathaniel glanced around then gestured to the door. “Inside.”
Grabbing my jacket I’d tossed on a chair, I slipped it on while following him into his den where I hadn’t been in before. When his attention was diverted by him slipping behind his desk, I moved closer and stuck the bug I’d carried in my pants pocket, under the ledge of his desk. I knew Declan would start recording the second he picked up the signal.
Nathaniel withdrew something from one of the drawers. It was a mini remote control. He pressed a button and the bookcase to his left, parted down the center to display two rows of five TV monitors each. To the right of those, a larger screen hung on its own.
He pointed to the chair on the opposite side of his desk. “Tonight wasn’t just a party,” he said when I was seated. Pulling out the glasses from my shirt pocket, I slipped them on and the second I touched the corner of the frame, it began recording, transmitting the images back to Declan. “All those men downstairs brought either a girl or woman with them as payment.”
“Payment?” I asked, my mind already ten steps ahead of the bastard’s plan. While it would be easy for me to call it in. Get the Feds here to break up this fucking slave fest, I had to see it through. The more information we had, the more likely we were to get to the big players.
“Watch.” He pressed another button and all the screens lit up.
The bigger screen displayed a room I’d glimpsed downstairs. One of Nathaniel’s men, Dimitri, stood on a raised platform while the men who’d attended the party took seats in chairs that were laid out similar to an auction. The rage in me fired up as Dimitri had a girl brought out to stand next to him. He then asked her to strip, which she complied without a sound. As the camera zoomed in, I recognized the expression on her face. I’d seen it before, in other cases, I’d worked. The girl was drugged but not with anything that would leave marks behind. It was an oral drug to make the girls compliant.
Just as the auction began, Nathaniel pressed another button and all the other screens changed from blank to different rooms filled with anything between ten and thirty men.
“Those men on the smaller screens are remoting into the auction from different countries,” he explained.
It took everything I had not to fly across the desk and slide that silver letter opener lying next to his pen holder from ear to ear and spilling his blood. Clenching my fists, I pasted a smile on my face. “Which countries?”
He shrugged. “A coded invite is sent out and once we have a full house, the auction goes ahead.”
