Chapter 15 #2
The last thing I want him to do is send her to the other buildings.
The cottages shattered the women…broke them into tiny little pieces.
If Hector sent her there, she would be torn to shreds.
In three or four days she will be with me.
As long as the implant is still in her arm, his hair-brained idea of getting her pregnant won't work.
I hope he didn't have it removed. I decided not to dwell on it. The issue would be dealt with when the time comes. I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking of all those women. Watching what they endured kept fucking with my mind, bringing me back to my past.
The image of my father flashed through my head-
"Come here, you worthless cunt!"
My father's tone was angry, and he was totally pissed off.
He was always in a mood, no matter the hour or what day it was. The man never smiled, and my mother paid the price for it. She was pleading and begging, but her cries fell on deaf ears.
"Ivan, please, I don't want this to happen in front of the boys. Can we go to the bedroom at least?"
My two brothers and I were caught right in the middle of the battlefield. Lev stood there, frozen in fear, crying, and Maxim had a blank look on his face, not knowing whether to stay or run.
My dirtbag father didn't give a shit about any of us.
Wrapping his hand around her throat, he bent her over the table and lifted her dress, while unzipping his pants. I started crying and ran to grab my brothers. We headed upstairs to my room, where we huddled together while my father brutally raped my mother in the kitchen of our mansion.
"Please, please. No! Stop it, Ivan."
I heard a loud slap, followed by a bloodcurdling scream.
"Shut the fuck up, you bitch. You're my wife, and you will do as I say. It's your duty to fuck me whenever I want it."
My neck stiffened at the memory. I wasn't even aware that I was biting down on my lip until I tasted the blood on my tongue. I needed to get out of my head before I snapped.
My eyes went back to the cameras.
The GPS signal had been lost hours ago when Hector snapped another collar on Kit's neck.
The signal was gone again, but I knew where she was.
I had three pairs of eyes on the footage. We would watch her like hawks. If he decided to sell her before we could crash his mansion, then we would move in on him sooner. We found out he was having a costume party, so I had Zach pull up the guest list from Hector's email server.
Just like Jacob, my brother felt funny watching Kit naked the whole time, but I didn't give a shit.
They saw her get tortured in that fucking red room, for fuck sake, along with everything else that went on for the past month in that shithole.
As long as she was alive, that's all that mattered to me.
Her nudity wasn't a top priority on my list of things that needed to be tackled before getting her the fuck out of there.
Once I went through every damn video, I yelled for Jacob, who was in the bathroom. He came running out, looking like a deer caught in a set of headlights. I guess I must have sounded desperate.
"Yeah, boss. What's the matter?"
He sounded startled.
I almost laughed at the look on his face.
"It's not an emergency. I just want to bring the costume shindig Hector is throwing on Wednesday to your attention."
Jacob looked at me with a slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I guess I missed that part."
He shrugged, smiling wider.
"Okay. I didn't miss it. I stopped watching to give you some privacy and space, figuring you would fill me in on the important stuff."
I stared at the screen a while longer. We covered all the recordings since Kit was taken, and I was not too fucking happy with what I saw. The iron masks were put over their heads in the red room. What a fucking douchebag. That pissed me off to the highest level of pissivity.
I look back at Jacob, my eyes narrow, face frowning.
"The event is in three days." Leaning over Jacob's shoulder, I whispered. "It isn't just a party; it's an auction. Sampling merchandise before the bids."
My jaw ticked. The images in my head of different men raping and hurting her was already enough to make me want to head out there and burn the entire thing to the ground.
We went through the exclusive list with a fine-tooth comb. Names, accounts….all vile men with too much money and zero conscience.
"We need to be on that list." I said.
Jacob smiled. "You're thinking fake identities?"
"I'm thinking," I said, sliding a photo across the table. "We take an identity that already has an invitation—kill him and wear his badge for the night."
Jacob grinned widely.
"I'm in. I think we can pull it off. We may have to use Mexican accents and speak Spanish if we choose some rich assholes from this country."
I lifted a brow with a smile on my face.
"I am fluent in Spanish, and I pack a mean Mexican accent. No worries there."
My tone turned serious.
"I'm thinking of asking the CIA to fly in a few men of my height. I don't want Kit to blow my cover if she figures it out."
Jacob rubbed his chin. "Maybe I should take care of Kit, and you can handle cute little Becca. She won't know it's me. She will think I am just another scum bag bidder."
I slapped him on the back. "That's a great idea. I don't want to lose my shit either. It will be easier for me to keep my emotions in check if I'm not near her."
Jacob nodded. "Then it's settled." He smiled. "It won't be long until she's back with you, where she belongs."
Before I could respond, Zach's voice came through the speaker, smooth as ever.
"I've already got a few possible targets.
They're all scumbags with money. Two are in Mexico City; the other two are in Cancun.
They're all invited to the party. Any of them will work.
I can forge the entry badges, re-route facial recognition if he uses it, and scrub you from every camera between the front gate and Hector's ballroom. "
"Mexico City," I decided.
"It's closer, so there's less travel time to get there."
Jacob leaned back, crossing his arms. "Once we're inside?"
"That's when we improvise," I said, my tone like steel.
"I'm going to call Agent Turner at the CIA.
Of course, for what I want to happen, he will need clearance from the Mexican government.
Not all the girls being held are American, but a good portion are.
We're going to need to rescue them. I will need more men outside the parameters of the compound so we can get everyone out alive. "
I ran my hands through my hair.
"Hector is well guarded. We can't take any chances.
I think if done correctly, you and I can take out most of these men one by one if we have to.
As long as we are under cover and they suspect nothing, I don't see why we can't. I know I can take two or three at a time, and you're able to do the same. We have identical skills."
Jacob folded his arms over his chest, smiling. "Keep going. It sounds good so far."
I smirked, continuing with the plan.
"Both of us will be armed with concealed blades, and compact firearms if Zach can map out the security checks.
We'll locate Kitlyn and Becca, then move when the music's loud, and the crowd and guards are distracted.
We get them out, breathing and in one piece.
Anyone in our way dies. No warning. No mercy.
I want Hector alive if possible. His brothers will also pay dearly for their part in abusing Kitlyn, Becca and all the other women they've taken over the years. "
I sat in the chair, cracking my knuckles.
"That's one scenario. The other is we go in as buyers and place the highest bid for the girls. Get them out safely, then we go back and storm the whole compound with the CIA's help. Release all the victims and dismantle the entire operation."
I felt my face burn with anger.
"No matter what the outcome, I want Hector alive."
Jacob smiled, nodding. "Of course, boss. He will be all yours."
I looked back at the camera. Her and Becca were still cleaning the apartment, whispering to one another.
It was impossible to hear a fucking thing they were saying.
I understood why they kept their voices low, but I wanted to know what the hell they were up to so the rescue would go as smoothly as possible.
I spoke, grabbing Zach's attention.
"Is there a way you can fix it so I can hear what the hell Kit and Becca are talking about?"
My brother's voice came through again.
"I can't fix the audio on the feed; the volume is as high as it will go.
It's not made for whispering, just basic conversation.
As for the plan of getting them the hell out of that shithole, the live footage will be piped into both of your phones from now until the mission is over.
Wednesday night, I will jam their feed as long as I can so you can get in and out without interference, but remember, Hector has his own security detail.
They will shoot first, no questions asked, so you have to be very careful.
This isn't just going out to assassinate someone who pissed off a cartel.
You're talking about getting past a small army. "
I smirked. "Good. Saves me the trouble of explaining why they're all about to die."
Jacob chuckled. "We definitely need to buy masks that cover our entire faces. Something that won't slip in a fight."
"I'm already on it. same-day pickup, my friend."
I showed him the order. Two lifelike masks were ready to go. One was a werewolf, and the other was a black and red devil. Two perfect characters for our highly anticipated party. We can pick it up anytime at an locker.
By the time we wrapped everything up, my pulse was steady, my mind clear. This wasn't just an op anymore.
It was a hunt, and I never lose my prey.