Page 94 of Lord of Vice

I knew exactly where the two reprehensible men preferred hiding out. The goofball brothers, as I liked to refer to them as, left their managers to do the real work, spending time counting their millions, also slapping around girls who misbehaved.

One good thing about what I was prepared to do was I’d be effectively shutting down the slave trade market in Las Vegas.

For now.

There would be more assholes determined to make a fortune on selling human flesh. I’d be here.

Waiting.

The fact the two men groomed then abused the girls who fought back was the epitome of their caliber as human beings.

Which is exactly what I heard happening as I approached the office door. After giving Konstantin an amused look, we bothheld our weapons out, ready to fire if necessary. I slammed my foot against the door, several of us immediately walking inside.

The young girl screamed.

Sylvester hissed.

And his brother wasn’t in the room.

I nodded to Konstantin to coordinate with some of the other men to track down the younger brother while I concentrated on the fat bastard standing in front of me.

“Get the fuck out of here, Russian!” Sylvester exclaimed.

“Not going to happen, vermin.” I grinned as I issued the word.

When he reached for his weapon, I gave him a hard look. “Put it on the floor or I’ll put a bullet in your brain. It’s as simple as that.”

Sylvester cursed, darting his beady eyes from one soldier to another. But he suddenly shifted into being a good boy, slowly dropping his Glock onto the floor.

I glanced at the woman standing off to the side, her slight whimpering increasing. The girl had been beaten, her bloodied lip and swollen black eye pissing me off.

“Take her to safety,” I told Konstantin. “Make sure she’s cleaned up and given a way out of this hell hole back home.” No one would ever call me a good man, but I would never allow a young girl to be around pigs of any kind.

“That’s my property, you fuck,” Sylvester made the mistake of saying, which pissed me off more than he could possibly understand given he was dumb as a rock.

I moved closer, pistol whipping him twice, almost hating myself for doing it in front of the nearly hysterical girl.

I kept the barrel of my weapon pointed at Sylvester, the poor girl shaking so badly, Konstantin was forced to wrap his arm around her, whispering words of comfort I couldn’t hear. As he brought her forward, she lifted her head in my direction. Her eyes were more haunted than I’d seen in a long time. That added to the fury building inside of me.

She did her best to say thank you through her swollen lips and as soon as she was led from the room, I nodded to my soldiers. Two remained in the room while two of the others would remain on guard outside the room.

Not that it mattered.

Anyone daring to interrupt me would be slaughtered.

“What the fuck you doing in my club?” Sylvester managed when we were all alone, his Italian accent heavier than normal. Did he really think that was going to bother me? He struggled to stand, wiping blood from his face and nose. It was likely I’d broken it for the third or fourth time. It was tough to say.

I stood a couple of feet from his desk, both hands on my weapon lowered in front of me.

“You should know better than to treat women so badly,” I told him in a quiet voice.

“She’s a whore. What does it matter to you?”

“Because you’re a worthless piece of trash. Didn’t you know human trafficking is against the law? I should have ended your time on this earth when I offed your good buddy Steve.”

He smirked, but I noticed a hint of fear in his eyes. “You were always a thug. But you did me a favor killing that fuck.”

Right.

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