Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I tracked the communication with the sellers to this location, and a response came so quickly when I asked for newer pictures of my purchase, I was already sitting outside the building. It’s not uncommon for traffickers to use public internet to make their transactions, and knowing this, I know exactly who I need to keep an eye on.
The man emerges, a cocky swagger to his walk, a wide smile on his face. He’s already counting the money he expects me to be bringing for Lauren. Little does he know he’ll never see the light of day again.
He has to be known around town as being dangerous because I watch as several people move out of his way as he follows the sidewalk to a house closer to the end of the street. He’s conducting business in a public place less than three hundred yards from where he’s keeping his products. It’s not very smart, but there’s so much crime in Tamaulipas, the police just can’t keep up. There’s always the chance the police are taking their cut from these guys as well. If so, that just means that the not-so-honest men and women of law enforcement here are about to take an unexpected pay cut. Instead of collecting their hush money, they’re going to be collecting bodies.
As I climb out of my truck after waiting fifteen minutes after the guy enters his house, I feel less prepared than I ever have making entry on a location. I normally spend days scoping out a place, making sure that I’m protected. I can’t get paid if I’m dead, and although dangerous more often than not, no job is worth dying over.
Until now.
The shadows swallow me up, the people milling around either not seeing me or minding their business, which is common around here. No one is willing to invite trouble into their already hard lives, especially where these trafficking rings are concerned. They seek vengeance for fun. They don’t keep their business further away to avoid suspicion like William Varon and his family were known to do. They flaunt their captures. They want the women around them to be scared. It gives them a sense of power.
It's brazen, but the guys don’t even have the windows boarded up like I’m used to. You can’t see anything from the street, but it’s easy for me, peeking through the slats in the blinds to count the people inside. The open floor plan is more industrial, one vast space that includes only a kitchen, and a single door that leads to what I have to assume is a bathroom. The rest of the space is wide open, several filthy mattresses strewn about, each one with a woman on it.
I search the beds for Lauren, my eyes barely glancing over one of the women being hurt in the far corner. The man hurting her will pay, but he’s not my primary focus.
My eyes land on her naked form.
I guess I should be happy at the sight of the used condoms littering the floor around each of the beds, but it makes fire ignite in my veins. The fact that they’re being safe comes secondary to the hatred I feel for any of them thinking they could touch her in the first fucking place.
I count two other men in addition to the fucker that just arrived back here.
A sinister grin spreads across my face at the possibilities, but this isn’t about vengeance. This isn’t an opportunity to let my blood-thirsty demons out to play. My goal is to get Lauren away from here as fast as humanly possible. Drawing as little attention to what’s going on is key. I’m going to need to pay attention to her on the drive back to my house, not spending my time looking over my shoulder, wondering if I’ve been followed.
I twist the silencer on the tip of my weapon, checking and rechecking to make sure I’m locked and loaded.
Three men, meaning three bullets, but it won’t hurt to use a couple extra on these guys.
There’s no tremble in my hand as I make my way around back. These guys aren’t even smart enough to have a dog in the fenced yard to alert them. Either it’s inexperience or cockiness. Either way, it’s going to make killing them that much easier.
The climb through the open bathroom window isn’t a graceful scene, but it’s a silent one. I consider waiting for one of them to come in here, but a woman’s scream draws me out.
The room is brighter than it looked from outside. It’s as if these guys want spotlights on the damage they’re causing.
I shoot the man standing over Lauren’s bed first, wanting to believe that right now is the first time he’s pulled out his dick in front of her, because that would be less painful than the truth. Next is the guy who I followed back here. The bowl of cereal he made while I was climbing through the window sprays the room in milk after falling to the floor.