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Dane hacked into the camera system at the location and saw that both Nate and Leon headed outside the past coupledays around eleven, in search of ladies. Thank God for Dane and his superior hacking skills.

We all climb in and make the drive to the large, abandoned docks. Little trash bin fires burn as the local homeless lay on cardboard cutouts and empty beer cans litter around them creating small mountains.

Women are dressed in short skirts, smoking cigarettes and talking to their pimps in the darkened alleyways between the buildings. The burn of the cherry in the dark alleyways is the only way you would be able to tell anyone was there. One woman steps out into the clearing, all life strangled from her red-stricken eyes.

Track marks up and down her thin, pale arms make me cringe. I hate seeing this. Hate that this is the reality of life. That this was once my mother. That Dane had to witness the act all over again as well.

The demons that have taken over so many once, bright and innocent souls. It sickens me to my core. I can hear Jenny’s breathing pick up as she watches the women we pass. A hint of fear runs through her beautiful blue eyes.

“You will be okay,” I say roughly to break the silence.

“I know,” she says quietly. “I am just so worried. What if we are too late?” She looks down, trying to stop her tears. I clenched my jaw tightly and bit the insides of my cheeks.

“We will find her,” Is all I can muster out to say.

As we round the corner, the large black warehouse comes into view. We pulled up about a few hundred feet away, into a side alley beside it. The truck’s headlights stayed off so we could hide in the darkness of night, not wanting to have the chance to alert any of them. Turning around and looking back at Jenny, I grab the bottle of whiskey I had planted at my feet.

“Ok, so you know the drill,” I say as I hand it to her. She nods quickly as she takes the whiskey bottle out of my hand,opening it and taking a large pull out of it. I look at her with wide eyes as she says:

“Yeah, I know drinking wasn’t part of the master plan, but I am going to need some liquid courage for this.” She takes one more pull, then tightens the cap back on. I hear Dane let out a low growl as I turn back to him.

“Well, they should be out here any minute.” Just as I say it, we see the back door fling open, and two men exit, wearing all black outfits, lighting up their smokes.Too fucking easy, I think to myself.

We quietly open the doors as I slide out, Jenny follows behind me. I make my way to the duffle bags that are in the bed of the truck and pull them out, trying to calm my breathing so I will not be heard or sensed. “Okay, Jenny, lure them away from the door, and try to get them to come in this direction,” I whisper to her while pointing at the alley behind us. She nods as I see her body start to shake.

“Get a grip on your emotions, Jenny. Play the part. These bastards have Brooklyn. Think of her to give you courage.” Her eyes then harden as the thoughts enter her mind, the look of pure rage now burning within them.

“I’ve fucking got this,” she says quietly as she turns to face Dane. Looking at him, she slowly places her hand on his face, her eyes saying everything to him without any words and kissing him gently.

“Be safe,” he says as she turns from him and then makes her way into the clearing.

CHAPTER 27

JENNY

I clear my chaotic mind as I make my way into the clearing. The flickering, dull lamp posts are exposing my scantily dressed body. I grip the neck of the whiskey bottle tightly as I pretend to stumble towards the two men who have now noticed me. I can see their smiles widen as I slowly approach them.

I stop about forty feet away, giving them a seductive smile and moving my body as if I am well buzzed.

“Hey baby,” I say as I gesture to the two men. “You two fine men looking for a good time?” I force the words from my lips as I feel bile rising from my throat.

“Well, lookey here, Nate,” the taller man says to the other, “What a treat for us,” licking his lips. I pretend to take another swig from my bottle and then offer it to them.

“You two wanna party?” I let out a seductive giggle and then bite my lower lip, giving them my best ‘come fuck me’ eyes. The taller one stops and smacks his brother playfully.

“Fuck, I haven’t seen any of these bitches around here looking like her.” They both look at each other and laugh. “I bet that fine ass is worth a pretty penny!” The shorter one steps closer to me.

“Okay, baby, we can party. How much does your pimp charge?” he asks while popping the p. I stare at him, swaying my body a little and licking my lips.

“Mmm, for you, sugar, I am sure we can come to a fair price afterwards,” I say as I hold onto my last nerve, clinging to the thought of Brooklyn and what I would do for her. I lean inand pull him to my lips, giving him a deep, wet kiss. Biting and sucking in his lower lip, I pull away with my teeth still attached, then release it playfully. I catch his eyes on mine, his pupils now dilated as a wolfish, slithering smile reaches his eyes.

“Fuck, baby. You already have me hard,” he says while grabbing at his dick, then wrapping his hands around my waist, pulling my hips to it. His brother laughs and then grabs the back of my head, turning it to him and forcing his tongue into my mouth. It tastes like cigarettes and cheap vodka.

The kiss is aggressive, biting my lip causing pain to shoot through the bottom. The taste of metal fills my mouth. The mother fucker bit me! It’s rough and lingers too long. He grabs my breast and squeezes it, making me wince in pain.

Ripping my head back from his lips, he takes his mouth and bites my neck. I let out a quick cry.

“Woah, brother!” The other one calls out as he pushes in between us. “Save some for me.” He goes to kiss me, but I pull back. Giving him a quick grin.

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