Prologue Two #2
I lead the group I’m with inside and am immediately hit with an overwhelming stench of urine, body odor, and blood.
The room we’re led into is dimly lit even though the women on stage are narrowing their eyes as if the light physically pains them.
Most of them have their eyes barely open because they’re so swollen.
I look around the stage to find every single girl wearing almost nothing.
The clothes that are covering their bodies are torn, filled with holes, and barely covering anything.
I see more skin than anything else. My attention is drawn to one particular woman and I change my direction to head for her without hesitation.
This girl has long dark hair. It goes down to her waist from what I can tell.
Most of it’s matted and a knotted mess. Her pale skin is covered in grime, bruises, cuts, and scars from all the abuse she’s suffered through.
At one point, I’m sure she was wearing regular clothes, now the shirt hanging off of her has been ripped multiple times.
Her eyes are filled with pain she can’t hide or disguise as something else.
There’s a gash in her forehead that’s partially hidden by her hair as she stares at me.
Fighting the pain in her eyes is fear. It’s a look I’ve witnessed countless times over the years when we were in the military.
One I’ve seen my own mother wear the rare times I would scare her with my actions.
Or when she would remember the life she lived with my sperm donor.
Luca also used to have the same look in his eyes when we first brought him to the clubhouse.
This girl has lived a life filled with trauma and doesn’t know any other way to live.
I can’t pull my eyes from her as I notice one of the men leading this shit heading our way.
I’m guessing the girls were told not to look at anyone and the woman in front of me hasn’t been able to look away since she first noticed me.
To ensure nothing happens to her, I lift my hand slowly and place a finger under her chin as if I’m holding her head so she’s looking at me and not at the floor between the two of us.
“We’ll do our best to get you out of here,” I tell her, the hint of promise filling my voice and I wait for hope to replace the fear in her eyes. It doesn’t.
The eyes of the girl in front of me don’t change at all.
I really thought she’d feel hope from my words.
With a few seconds staring in her eyes, I know this girl has lost all hope.
She’s been so tormented and beaten down for so long she refuses to allow herself to feel any hope at all.
I’ve only seen that happen in a few cases.
This girl should be filled with hope every day of her life.
With no other choice, I lead the group of guys with me to the next girl and repeat the disgusting process all over again.
Each time I meet with a new girl, I tell her that we’ll do our absolute best to get her out of this pit.
Only a few of them feel anything as hope fills their desolate eyes.
However, I can’t keep my attention from the girl I first met.
Every single time I look in her direction, her eyes are on me.
For the first time in my life, I’m hit with the overwhelming feeling to protect someone other than my mom, close friends, and the club.
Without trying, this girl has reached in and latched onto my heart and her soul has attached to mine.
I know deep down she’s my soulmate and if I want to make this work with her, it’s going to take a lot of time, patience, and healing.
I will do whatever it takes to ensure this girl heals from her trauma and lives a full life filled with happiness and that all of her dreams are fulfilled.
After making the rounds through all the women and girls on stage, the guys and I head for a spot away from everyone else so we can talk and try to come up with some kind of game plan moving forward. Once I’m sure we’re not going to be overheard, I turn toward Master.
“This is so much fuckin’ worse than what I originally thought,” I say in a whisper using hand gestures as we’ve done since our time in the military.
“I agree. Everyone is doin’ good controllin’ themselves though,” he returns looking at the men with us.
For the next few minutes, we use hand gestures only to communicate our intentions and how many girls we believe we’ll walk out of here with.
While I would love to bring every single one of them with us, it’s not the reality we live in.
We’ve only got a certain amount of money with us to spend and I plan on using every single penny buying as many girls as possible.
Just to ensure they’re free, can get to therapy, and reunite with any family members they have left.
If that’s what they choose to do. If we can create enough chaos when the other teams burst in, then we’ll simply take as many girls with us as possible.
I don’t give a fuck about the monsters here who might buy them.
All I know is they’ll be coming with us and become free once again.
“If you’ll all take your seats, the auction is about to begin,” the original man says, his voice amplified with the voice changer as men scramble from the stage or the groups they were talking to and find seats.
My team remains against the wall. We’re still in sight of the auctioneer and will be able to bid against anyone else trying to get a girl away from us.
The second everyone is seated and the room quiets down enough to hear the whimpers and almost silent cries of the girls on stage, the auctioneer begins to do their job.
I bid on every single girl. However, it’s not until the dark haired beauty gets brought up that I truly fight with every single beat of my heart.
I plan on spending my own money on this one and nothing club-related because this is personal for me.
I win the bid and hear several men grumble in agitation because they didn’t beat me.
“She’s mine,” I whisper so only Master hears me as he’s pretending to be my right-hand man.
“Got it. I’ll let everyone know before we leave here.
Not many left and we’ve gotten lucky enough to win on four of them so far.
The team is ready and waitin’ on our signal.
As soon as the last girl is closed on, they’ll burst in and do their part,” Master informs me as the next round of bidding starts.
We manage to win a few more bids much to the disgust of the men in the room with us.
Some of them are glaring in our direction while others aren’t bothered by anything.
Personally, I think they’re just here because they have nothing better to do but not the funds required to spend at this auction.
Master makes his way over to pay for our bids just as the team we’ve had on standby bursts in the room.
Complete chaos ensues as I rush toward the stage followed by the guys.
We all work as quickly as possible to free the girls.
Most of them scream out in pain when we release them and I know their recovery is going to be a very long road.
I don’t move from the girl I’ve been staring at as I release her from her shackles and pull her into my arms. The only reason she doesn’t fight me is because the second she’s released, the girl passes out against me.
“Let’s get the fuck outta here!” I call to my guys as I look to find several girls with them.
We all rush out of the building and head for the van and SUV we brought with us.
I don’t let my girl out of my arms or sight as I bring her into the SUV with us and lay her down in the third row while I place her head in my lap.
The second everyone else is loaded up between the two vehicles, we’re out of there.
Master drives the SUV while Mad Dog drives the van.
We don’t stop or slow down for any reason.
My contact will get in touch with me once everything has settled and they know what’s going on without the chaos.
The club can then move forward and track down anyone who might have gotten left behind.