Chapter 8 #2
“Okay, to be clear, this was all an accident, I swear to God. When Jimmy and I couldn’t make enough money to take care of our dying mom, both of us did things we’d never do under normal circumstances.
Saying that, you already know Jimmy was kind of trapped into hacking for Salvatore.
Our time with our dying mom was getting shorter by the days, because of the pain she was in was in contradiction to the medication that made her so tired, and the treatment was killing her right in front of our eyes.
Jimmy found a, what did you call it, brother?
Fuck, something like an open door and he walked through it to find an offshore account Salvatore was shifting money to under the table.
Guys, we are talking about so much money neither Salvatore and his wife in their lifetime, in his kids’ and his grandchildren’s lifetimes would ever spend it all.
I had started doing some of the books by this time, part time, because someone had to be at home to care for our mom.
The insurance only covered part-time help.
As Jimmy was skimming a tiny bit off the offshore account, I accidentally came across conflicting numbers in the ledgers.
Yeah, I didn’t believe it either but they still keep paper files, along with some computer programs and Excel sheets.
It was actually my job to transfer all the books into Excel spreadsheets so they would be more accessible to the bosses and also a little more understandable.
Well, one afternoon as I was doing my job, I found a weird large amount of money entered under a general transaction.
Something didn’t sit right with me because the amount was something like four hundred thousand, nine hundred, and fifty dollars or close to that.
It made the hair on my neck stand up so I started to backtrack and started to look if there were other entries.
They were all around that same amount, on or around that day of the month under the general transactions.
Being me, I dug even deeper and in one ledger on the corner of the page was an email address, along with a password.
So I went to try and get into it. It’s a very well-known, common cloud-based email provider service.
Using the email and password I found enabled me to get into a secret email account.
It revealed what those monthly entries were and seeing all the emails, it freaked me the hell out.
Blue Eyes, my God, Salvatore is selling babies on the black market all across the world.
That amount stays similar each month because he must sell them for the same amount each month.
After doing more digging and investigating I found, depending on the child’s age, that was what determined the prices.
I told Stash and immediately on his end, he started looking for where these children were coming from.
To both of our surprise and disgust Salvatore was getting the newborns from Child Protective Services.
The older toddlers and young kids, they either got them from shelters or they would kidnap kids from parks, daycare centers, backyards, and anywhere else they could.
That’s not even the worst, one day as I was searching, I came across one email where I found a special order from some prince in one of the countries overseas.
They specifically asked for a brother-sister team.
Wanted them under five and gave the details of their preferences.
Like a dog with a bone, I tracked down what they paid.
Blue Eyes, this sick son of a bitch paid Salvatore nine hundred thousand dollars.
But it was the last email that tore my heart out.
This prince put in a standing order for a brother-sister combo every third month.
He went on to explain that by the third month one or both would be dead from his special games.
He was buying kids to torture them and eventually murder them.
The reason for a brother-sister duo is because when he was young, he watched his father torture his own brother and sister and, eventually, he killed the older brother but trafficked his own daughter.
That’s when I knew I had to do something.
So, between Jimmy and me, we emptied Salvatore’s offshore account.
Well, we left a whole ten dollars in it.
Didn’t want to take it all. Then when he was losing his damn mind, accusing everyone in his circle, Jimmy sent an encrypted email telling Salvatore that if he ever wanted to see his money again, he had to turn himself in.
Yeah, can you say oxymoron because if he turned himself in, he wouldn’t be able to touch the money.
Our plan was hoping he had a little bit of humanity left in him and he would do the right thing.
As you all know, he doesn’t have a decent human gene in his demonic body because he’s an insane psycho monster.
Oh shit, no disrespect intended, Psycho.
So, to be clear, he wants us because he’s missing all his money and wants it back.
Then for fun he wants to either torture or sell us.
I think he’s playing all of us, Blue Eyes.
Did he tell you to kill us and bring a trophy or something, so he knows for sure it’s us. ”
I watch him closely but he answers immediately.
“For the million dollars he told me to just kill both of you and bring some physical evidence. When he upped the amount to five million dollars, his instructions were to bring you both in, no questions asked. I never gave it a single thought. Now it is starting to make sense. As bad as this sounds, Psycho, Incubus, and I were talking about going above Salvatore to his bosses and filling them in on what Salvatore has been up to and doing behind their backs. So, let me get this straight, he’s skimming money from the fuckin’ Mob and selling children for a profit on the black market and dark web.
I’m not saying his bosses will care about all the kids, but they definitely will want compensation for their cut of the profits I’m sure they never received.
Not to mention, we all know Salvatore has a certain proclivity toward, well, toward teenage boys of a certain color.
The chat has been going around on the dark web is that he’s been torturing and raping them before turning them over to his men below him to do whatever they want to before killing them.
I know one of them who is not what they think he is.
He’s an undercover deputy, who has saved at least seven kids over the last year or so, from what I’ve been told.
I’m sure his bosses don’t know about this either.
I think we are building enough information that at least Salvatore’s bosses might start asking questions about his extra activities.
Yeah, it’s time to cut the fuckin’ cord.
I’m sick of that fat ass breathing down my neck, ordering our club around like we work for him.
Bastard should realize, like the other partnerships we work with, that we are our own bosses.
Every brother in this club needs their privacy for their own reasons, without that jagoff’s eyes following our club’s and brothers’ every move to try and catch us doing something illegal, so he can use it against us or hold it over our head. ”
Listening to Blue Eyes, it finally dawns on me they had no idea what that pedophile Salvatore was doing.
That knowledge takes a huge boulder-like feeling off of my chest. I already know these men will do whatever it takes to get this nasty disgusting business to stop.
They do not have the limitations Jimmy and I have to follow and live by.
I couldn’t do what Incubus did that day, even though in my heart I know both of those pricks deserved to die because of what they were planning for me after they brutally raped me.
That thought still makes me nauseated. So instead of being raped and murdered I was saved by two bikers who underneath it all are trying to do the right thing and help Jimmy and I not only continue to breathe but maybe have some sort of life.
I continue to listen as Blue Eyes and his brothers plan the demise of Salvatore.
Even though I’m against violence, that sick bastard deserves all this club can give him and more.
Rotting in hell is too good for Salvatore, but if that’s a choice it would be my first pick.
Second would be prison in general population, after a little birdie lets the other prisoners know that Salvatore likes young boys.
With that information in general population, he probably wouldn’t last a few days, at most. I can only pray they give him a little taste of his own sick-ass actions, no pun intended.
That thought scares me because I don’t want to lose my humanity, but dealing with these types of people makes it hard to be a good person.
Guess I’m starting to see why Blue Eyes, Psycho, and Incubus for what they truly are.
It’s starting to make sense how they live within their club.
First, our government let them down after they not only served our country but were taken as prisoners and left to die.
Life was not kind to them, even though they are a different breed of men.
Realizing the room is suddenly quiet, I look around to see all four men staring at me.
Did they ask me a question? Shit, I was zoning?
“What did I miss? Quit staring at me, you all are giving me a damn complex. Someone spit it out.”
Jimmy leans over whispering in my ear. He did not just say that to me, did he? I look over to Blue Eyes to see his eyes on us. Well, fuck to the no.
“Sorry, Blue Eyes, no way are either of us going back to Salvatore. We wouldn’t last ten minutes.
We will use our skills to work in the background, but find someone else to go in.
I can’t and Jimmy is too weak and needs to heal.
Don’t you have someone who could do it? I mean, they know us.
It won’t work ’cause, duh, they are looking for us. ”
No one says a word until Incubus clears his throat.
“Girlie, no one wants either of you to go undercover for Christ’s sake.
What we are thinking is, first we go to his bosses, offering the money the two of you were able to steal so we can work a deal to get the Mob off your asses and outta our lives.
Second, as a backup plan, we can either bring in the FBI or local pigs, but that is up to the both of you too.
Don’t have to answer us right now. Give it some thought.
Cobalt will reach out to the bosses and we will see how it goes.
Warning to both of you, and listen to me ’cause I ain’t fuckin’ joking.
Until we’ve gotten some clarity, neither of you are to leave this compound for any reason.
Girlie, we know you are single, but Stash do you have a snatch anywhere?
If so, we can pick her up for you, if you want. ”
Both Jimmy and I look to each before we bust out laughing. My brother’s face is turning a soft blush shade. Incubus is staring at us like we are losing our minds. Trying to catch my breath to explain it, leave it to my Blue Eyes to have figured it out already.
“Brother, I’m guessing you picked the wrong gender. Our boy Stash swings the other way.”
I see it immediately, after he closes and opens his eyes I’m shocked as shit that Incubus shows no hatred or any kind of disgust because of Jimmy’s choices.
This totally surprises me as I thought that at least Incubus would be kind of a dick about it.
The surprise must show on my face because when he looks my way the expression he sends my way has the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Holy fuck, Incubus can be a good guy after all.
Well, this is one time I’m going to try and keep my mouth shut and stay out of this man’s business if he wants everyone to think he’s an asshole.
I’ve got enough on my plate. When I glance back at Incubus he looks my way, I nod, letting him know he can trust me to keep my mouth shut.
He stares for a second then gives me a small nod, along with a wink.
Guess that will do because that other look almost had me shitting my panties.