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I handed him the picture of Nikki. He grabbed it and studied it. “This is who you’re purchasing tonight if we get to that point.”
“What’s my budget?”
“There’s no limit.”
This shit couldn’t be over fast enough. I just wanted to get those women out of there before anything else happened tothem. Hopefully we could do it with no bloodshed but all that depended on Owen Decker.
Chapter Twelve
Joshua “Loki” Ledet
I hadn’t worn afucking suit in years, and I hated it. It was too constricting. Too stuffy for me. The last time I’d even come close to dressing up was to attend soldiers’ funerals in my military uniform. However, tonight, I was playing the role of guard to Christian Rizzo, mafioso royalty. So, where the rich and powerful gathered, we all had to look the part.
New York was a Rizzo by blood. An influential family in the underworld on this continent and across seas. He would definitely fit in. He learned how to maneuver through this world before he became a Sinner. I had no fucking clue how to do that shit. I was from a middle-class family from Louisiana who owned the local funeral home. A military man. None of the other brothers had a fucking clue how to either. However, even though this wasn’t our world, it was the best way to find out what was happening on the inside.
“New York, once you get her, get out as fast as you can. Don’t wait around for us.”
He nodded. “Clubhouse?”
“Yeah. The rest of us will work on getting the other girls and Decker.”
He nodded.
Our blacked-out SUV came to a stop behind the long procession of SUVs and limousines in line along the driveway flanked by weeping willows, standing tall and solemn, leading to the entrance of Samantha and Owen Decker’s antebellum home.
“Son of a bitch,” Black mumbled as we watched vehicle after vehicle drop off people dressed in tuxedos and gowns like they were headed to a goddamn gala or Hollywood premier and not an auction for fucking women. “These motherfuckers are a sick bunch.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more, Black,” I said.
Some of the people were familiar faces, while others were complete strangers, but I made a mental note of every single one of them. No one was getting away with this shit, not on our watch.
Fucking disgusting.
I wasn’t an angel and had been involved in some pretty fucked up shit during my time in the military as well as some shady shit as a Sinner. However, nothing compared to this bullshit. Women being held captive and sold to the highest bidder was despicable. Unforgivable. It warranted every one of these bastards’ deaths.
“I want pictures of all these motherfuckers. I don’t care how we do it but get it done. Nobody gets away with this shit.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Irish said.
“No. I need you inside with me. Rock, get as many of these motherfuckers on camera as possible. I want video and photographs.”
He nodded. Getting Nikki was the priority. So, if we didn’t get all of these bastards tonight, we’d get them later. I had every intention of tracking each one of them down one by one and dealing with them personally.
The SUV inched forward. Now we were only two cars back and the tension in the car was thick. We all knew what was at stake. Decker could take down the club if we failed or we could end this shit. I wasn’t a betting man, but if I were, I’d bet everything I fucking had on my brothers. We weren’t perfect, but we didn’t deal with this kind of fucked up shit. And we weren’t going to let it continue knowing we could do something to stop it.
When we reached the front of the line, we noticed the red carpet this motherfucker had laid out which led from the drop off point, up the walkway which was illuminated by lanterns onto the grand porch.
Disgust moved through me as I watched the smiles on people’s faces as they walked up to this plantation home knowing its disgusting history and willingly participating in some of the same shit. They had this shit set up like we were at some movie premiere. The only thing missing was the paparazzi.
“What the fuck is this shit?” New York muttered from the backseat.
No one answered, but this was some shit none of us had dealt with before. We were wading in waters we had no experience in, but none of the Sinners had no problem risking it all as long as we got these women out of here.
We owned the Conjure strip club, and we had club whores, but every single woman had a choice to strip or hang out at the clubhouse. We never took their choice away from them and they were always free to leave.
I tapped on the earpiece that Wires had provided us with. “Can everyone hear me?” I asked, ensuring we all remained in constant communication with each other. Everyone’s voices echoed through the earpiece.
All together eleven of us came in three SUV’s as a part of New York’s security detail, twelve including him. There were four of us in each vehicle. The plan was for us to retrieve the other girls,then hop in two SUVs, while New York would be responsible for rescuing Nikki, then leaving in the other vehicle. While eleven guards might seem a bit extreme, the Rizzo’s were high-ranking members of the criminal underworld. No one would question why New York needed so much security.
