Page 84 of Baby Duke

I wince, my balls instinctively curling into my groin at the thought.

Despite her words, Roe lets me lead her off the stage, Law and Brett flanking my sides. I finally look up to take in the mayhem around us. The young boys and girls of The Den are huddled under blankets that had been distributed while we were on the stage. A team of medical personnel have arrived and are attending to the traumatized adolescents and children.

A dozen police have rounded up the guests against the opposite wall, though they have not offered them the same courtesy as the slaves. They stand hunched in their nakedness, unmasked and cupping their dicks. The woman from before is crafting a sob story that no one is interested in listening to. A couple of bodies line the floor, and I amoddly satisfied to see Rage and some of the other men who had restrained us earlier are among the dead.

I can hear my father yelling from the next room, and we pass through the doors as he is being led towards the elevators, hands cuffed behind his back and an officer gripping each arm.

"Western!"

I scowl as he sees me.

"You fucker! You did this! You are no son of mine! You are no Mazzuchelli!"

His screams cut off as the doors to the hall close behind him. The three figures by the door turn to face us.

"Roe!"

East is a mess. Makeup running down her cheeks, one of which has a large bruise forming on it.

"Oh, God, Roe, I am so sorry!"

I step out of the way as East wraps her arms around Roe. Roe hugs her tight, and she starts crying again.

Reluctantly, I leave them to their moment and approach the other two figures, Law and Brett on my heels. I stop a step away and fold my arms.

"This your work, Trent?"

Trent shuffles nervously, glancing up at his grandfather.

"When I mentioned to Grandfather where I was heading this weekend, he instantly started drilling me for the details," Trent says. "I tried, really, to convince him it was just a little weekend getaway."

"I have known about The Den for a few years now," Trent's' Grandfather takes over. "A couple of us older Dukes have been searching for a way to take down your father and his operations, but he has had too much control over the whole thing. Too much sway with local law enforcement. I believe I spied old Constable Cripps and his shriveled old cock amongst the guests, actually.

“Anyway, we got a crew together as quickly as we could, got Trent here equipped with microphones and cameras."

I blinked, looking back at Trent.

"They didn't frisk you," I say, belatedly realizing that he had arrivedafterthe rest of us had been palmed.

Trent nods, shuffling nervously. "I, ah, had some help from the inside on getting the codes for the elevators and doors. They also instructed me on how long to wait before running in. I was held up, actually. That group that came in after you was not a part of my time frame. But I think, ultimately, they were the perfect distraction for the men at the doors."

I frown, thinking back on what Trent had said after we had entered the Den.

Are you seeing this?

Someone needs to fucking do something! Now!

He hadn't been talking tous. He had been talking to his grandfather and his team.

"But the girls… they went missing?" Law trails off.

"Well, the plan had been that I would duck out for a very important phone call with my dear old Grandfather, but it didn't exactly work out that way," he looks over my shoulder and I turn to see East and Roe approaching slowly.

"Can we go? Please?" Roe asks in a desperate whisper.

"We finish this discussion later," I demand to Trent. He nods, not taking his eyes off my sister.Fucker.

Deciding to let him off the hook this once, I wrap my arms around Roe again and lead her away from this fucking nightmare.

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