I nod at Santos and he opens the passenger side door of the car and pulls out a briefcase. The fucker is filled with enough money to feed a small country and it’s painful to watch it being handed over to this dirty cunt.
“Thanks boys.” His toothless grin has me choking back a gag. “Let’s begin the offloading.”
He opens the back and we peer inside at the bodies huddled together, all with burlap bags over their heads, and not much clothing on. Some are barefoot and even though I smoked that joint, I still want to rip Mack’s fucking head off.
I watch as Darius begins to line them up and Santos guides each of them inside the house, then down to the basement like all the other times we’ve been through this. I stand out here with the biggest piece of shit and keep an eye on our surroundings.
The fucker lights what must be the tenth smoke in ten minutes and begins another fucking story about how he was in college. I don’t fucking give a shit and I can’t wait until I am able to slide my knife through his throat.
“Then your father thought it would be a good idea to become partners and we then became millionaires by the age of twenty-three…” Blah blah blah.
I give the front of the house a quick perimeter scan and nearly jump out of my skin when I watch a familiar form, completely decked out in black, and a hood up over her head rush around the side of the house.
What the fuck is Selene doing here? And where the fuck is Blaze?
Selene
Every man is fucking predictable, even the ones that swear up and down that they don't want you, and I just proved that point tonight. Blaze is indeed blazing hot under that deep umber skin and prominent pinkish-white scar, and he is on the verge of giving in to me.
I know exactly what the guys are up to tonight because I have filthy Mack's itinerary for the next few months and I know tonight is the biggest shipment of underage children this year. Even if I wanted to, I can't miss this opportunity, and I needed to get out from under Blaze's thumb. So, I had two options, kill the fucker, or get him riled up and leave the room.
Option one would've gotten me in hot water with the others, so I went with option two, and as per usual Blaze stormed from the room. I hadn't even gotten to sinking my fingers in my exposed pussy yet, just a few swipes through my folds.
I Ubered to a few blocks from the Walton mansion and walked the rest of the way on foot. That's when I stumbled upon a car with two shady looking fuckers sitting outside the gates. They looked way too similar to the guys that rushed Santos’ house the night of the party and I couldn't take the chance that they would try something on my boys.
Yeah, I fucking said it, my boys.
I approached the open passenger side window and leaned in seductively. Before the guy could say a fucking thing, I had my gun to his head and his brains exploding on both me and the driver.
After that, it was easy to get the second guy talking since his face was coated in his buddy's blood. They were the Diablos and on a stake out mission to collect info for some Antonio dude. Once I had that, I blew his forehead open wide and for the fun of it, drew my scythe into the brain matter clotting along the dash.
Hopefully, that sends a clear enough message to this Antonio.
Now, as I make my way up the driveway, I spot Zander standing with the disgusting sloth Mack. He looks like he's fucking vibrating with anger and I can feel the tension even from over fifty feet away. Mack looks completely engrossed with his own conversation and neither notices as I pass behind the rows of trees, approaching the side of the house.
I made sure to be completely covered in black so that I would blend better and not catch the eyes of onlookers. Another good thing about coming here tonight? Henry Walton turns off all surveillance during a drop off, so there is absolutely zero evidence if he's ever investigated.
Lucky me, not so lucky, Mr. Walton.
I see Santos and Darius ushering the women and children inside, so I slip by them and down the side of the house. I see the door obscured by climbing vines and slam my fist through the small window. I know this narrow doorway is an old servants entrance and that this side of the house is rarely used.
I slip inside and look around the empty mudroom, the dark shadows concealing me well. I know exactly where Henry is and getting there will be no problem but getting by those other three pains in my ass, will be the hard part.
This mudroom leads to a smaller kitchen that's long been abandoned. It looks like it was used for the servants to cook and eat in, pretentious assholes. I step out of the kitchen and I'm immediately inside a small living room. There's a door straight ahead leading to a corridor and back into the front of the mansion and a door to my right that leads to an old wine cellar.
I turn to the right and unlock the bolt, cringing when it scrapes loudly, and open the door. I hear the shuffle of feet and a few murmured voices telling me that they are indeed keeping the fresh meat in the cellar. I know beyond the cellar is a small office and then a stairwell leading up to the main kitchen in the house.
In that small office I will find Henry, taking accounts of what he's receiving. I can hear both Darius and Santos below, mumbling about something, and leading the line into the cellar. If they even catch the smallest glimpse of me, I know they'll recognize me, and to be fucking honest I would be pissed if they didn't.
Knowing they're there, I sit at the top of the stairs and wait it out. I hear a few muffled sobs and some not so muffled children's cries, breaking my fucking heart. Soon, I tell myself. Soon, I will have them all safe, they just have to endure this next step, and if they've survived this long, I know they're strong enough to keep going.
I'm sitting on that cold concrete stair for at least a half an hour when I hear Zander call out from the other stairway.
"Darius, Santos. Let's go, we got shit to discuss."
"Make sure you're back here when the export is ready!" Henry calls out to him.
Export.
Like they are fucking cattle.
I can't wait until I get that motherfucker alone and show him just what I think about his import/export business. I hear the door upstairs close and I continue to sit on the fucking stairs for another fifteen minutes.