Page 40 of Liberator

“I like men. Enjoying them relaxes me. Many of them have found me to be a tasty morsel without taking what my father prizes so highly. There are ways to keep that intact and still be fulfilled. I am not a child, and I have needs and desires that Father would prefer to think are nonexistent. So, my exploits remain a secret and he gets to use my technical virginity as a bartering tool,” she admitted.

The prickle became an all-out shiver. My skin felt too tight on my body, and my head hurt. My hands fisted and I bit down on my lip to keep from saying the things that spun inside my brain. Zoe wasn’t my daughter or my sister. I had no right to reprimandher for her careless behavior. I also wasn’t a snitch. I’d keep her secret.

The sudden tension passed, and I finally said, “I agree to your terms. I need this alliance and don’t want Petrov as an enemy. How do we find out where Vikki is?”

“My men are very persuasive. I will send some to the spot where I dropped her off in the beginning. The snotty little prick I sold her to will tell them anything they wish to know when a knife is held to his tiny cock. I truly wish I could be there to see it, perhaps wield the knife myself. Where do I send the rest?” she asked.

“There’s a grove of trees about a half mile from the compound. It acted as an excellent place for Rage to leave the bikes and the van, so we can all use it, too. I’ll give you an hour to gather your loyal groupies and meet them there. Have them ready for a small war,” I replied.

The mood among my men was a grim one. No one expected to find Rage alive. We all believed he’d sacrificed his life while trying to rescue Vikki. And we all doubted it had been worth it because she was probably already buried or floating in a body of water somewhere. We’d let her down. I’d broken my promise. I had Zoe searching for her, yet I didn’t believe she’d be found.

Three Hummers with armored plating waited for us at the meeting spot. Each held six men, making a total of eighteen. The guns strapped to them weren’t ordinary ones. They were military issue machine guns. They also carried grenades and knives that would easily slice through a tree trunk.

I reminded them, “There are innocents inside. I don’t want them harmed, so be careful with those guns.”

They nodded as a unit and their leader said, “Zoe has given the orders. We are to obey you unless what you say compromises your life or that of your men. The innocents are to be protected at any cost.”

“I assume she told you not to get killed so that Petrov never has to learn about this little mission,” I stated.

“That was an unspoken order that did not need to be clarified,” he answered with a grin.

“I don’t think there’s any sense in trying to sneak up on the compound. I’m sure they’re aware that I’ll come for my man, so they’re ready for us. Will your Hummers get us through the gates unharmed?” I asked.

His grin widened and he pointed to the top of the vehicles. Small, Russian, rocket launchers sat atop each one.

“I do not believe anyone will be left to challenge our entry. We will clear a path without a problem,” he told me.

“Let’s get it done, then,” I declared.

The Sinners rode inside the Hummers with the drivers. The mafia men clung to the sides or kneeled on top. The sound the vehicles made as they approached the compound pulled all the guards to the main gates. A rocket was launched long before we came into range for their defensive weapons. A second followed to clear a wider path and make certain none of us were hit by any stray bullets. Anyone left to rush the vehicles were taken down with the machine guns. It wasn’t a fair fight, and I didn’t really give a damn.

The few who’d held back to guard the rest of the compound were easily picked off by my men as we leaped from the Hummers and busted into buildings. We shot indiscriminately, not worrying about whether the man was running away or shooting at us. The fewer men Aguilar had left once we were done, the better off we’d all be.

The innocents we found inside scattered before we could let them know we weren’t the enemy. I didn’t blame them. Rockets and machine guns were signs of war, and they had every right to be scared. Some of them probably didn’t even understandEnglish, so we wouldn’t have had much luck at explaining anyway. I had wanted to help them, but at least they were free.

Smoke and dirt floated in the air making it difficult to see. So, we blindly spread out to search for Rage. Every building was taken apart and searched without luck. No closet or small room was missed. I had almost given up when we discovered a steel door behind what had appeared to be a bookcase in the main office. The bookcase had been left slightly out of place, revealing its secret.

The door led to a basement that smelled of human sweat, blood, and chemicals. The floor was wet, and the space was pitch black except where a spotlight showcased Rage.

His head hung with his chin on his chest. His toes were limp against the wet floor and his ankles were tied together. Rage’s arms were over his head, hanging from chains in the ceiling. One was twisted in an unnatural manner where his shoulder had been dislocated. He was barely recognizable due to the swelling and bruising on his face. Tiny, bleeding cuts and several circular burns covered his body from the torture he’d endured. I wasn’t certain he was alive until his entire body twitched to show that even unconscious he was in agony.

“Fuck it! Help me get him down!” I screamed.

He screamed as we lowered him, taking the pressure off his arms and sending his nerves into spasms as they awoke.

Chapter 28

Vikki

I was dancing, doinga slow-motion striptease to make the inevitable moment of facing my fate as far away as possible. I was trying to send my mind to somewhere just as far away so that only my body would be subject to the humiliation of being used.

My ‘client’ was drunk. He’d already slobbered all over my neck, and I could smell his stale beer on myself. It was sickening.

Trixie was in the room next door of the rent-by-the-hour motel. Today was the first time I’d seen her in a week. She wasn’t as defiant and ready to claim adulthood as she’d been on that first day. The things she’d been through after that had made her compliant and depressed. She’d refused to look me in the eye or speak at all.

My dress hit the filthy floor and I was left in only a thong. My client hooked a stubby finger in the thin strap on my hip andyanked. That was as far as he got. The door burst open and two armed men came in.

I froze, not even bothering to cover my bare breasts due to the sudden shock. My client fell to the floor and began begging, “Don’t hurt me. I can give you money. Take the girl. She doesn’t mean anything to me.”

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