Page 35 of Loki
When Rock pulled to a stop, I looked over my shoulder. “Everyone ready?”
Yeah, Prez echoed within the vehicle.
“Remember after New York bids on Nikki, Irish will cause a distraction, then when all hell breaks loose, we’ll try to get as many of the other women out as possible. Got it?”
Everyone nodded in agreement, and as I pushed open the passenger side door, the warm humid breeze of Louisiana greeted me as I stepped out of the SUV. The brother from the back all followed suit, except for New York.
We all stood outside of the SUV and did a quick glance around, like we were surveying the area for any potential threats. Then, I walked to the back door on the passenger side, where New York stepped out, straightening his suit blazer.
I’d never seen him in anything other than black jeans, t-shirts, combat boots, and his cut. However, tonight in his all-black bespoke suit and designer Italian loafers, he looked every bit the part.
With me on his left, Irish on his right, and the two other brothers trailing behind, he confidently strode up the walkway, and onto the porch.
This house dated back to the late seventeen hundreds and has remained in the Breaux family for generations with its current owner being Samantha Breaux Decker.
Its white clapboard exterior and renovated twenty-two room interior couldn’t erase the lingering stench of its history, especially since the land itself was stained with the blood of so many innocents. The trees bore witness to their deaths. Noamount of renovating could wipe away the evils that had been done in the past or what was being done now on its grounds for the sake of entertainment.
We walked through the lavish entrance behind New York, and classical music filtered through the air. From where we stood you could see people milling around, laughing, and drinking champagne. If I wasn’t here for an auction for human beings, I’d think this was just a party for rich people.
As we approached, we noticed an older man with salt and pepper hair, donning a nondescript black suit. His crisp white dress shirt and sleek black tie added an air of formality to his appearance. He stood just outside of a room where a large fountain stood at the center. Although very lanky, he towered a few inches above both New York and me.
“Invitation?” the man asked.
New York handed him a black envelope. The man opened it and pulled out a black card, with red foil script on it. We had no idea what it said because the instructions from New York’s cousin were for it to remain closed.
The man looked at the card, then looked back at New York for a few minutes, then stuffed the card back into the envelope.
“Welcome to aNight of Débauche, Mr. Rizzo. If you participate in a closed bid, please place it in this envelope. It holds a mark that’s specifically for you.” He handed the envelope back to New York. “Enjoy your evening, Sir.”
A night of debauchery.
The attendant stepped aside to let us enter. New York didn’t reply, just walked forward. We all looked around at the number of people that had shown up. It was well over a hundred. All were drinking and laughing like this was some normal shit.
“I can’t wait to take each one of these motherfuckers out,” New York mumbled.
We’d get the chance very soon.
A clinking noise sounded from in front of us, and everyone started walking towards that area. I tapped my earpiece. “Here goes nothing brothers. No matter what you see, keep to the plan.”
We followed New York as he walked towards the crowd. We stood towards the back but could see Owen Decker arm in arm with his wife as they stood in front of everyone on a dais. If you didn’t know what this shit was about, you’d think we were at some kind of political function.
“This is some fucked up shit,” one of the guys mumbled.
And I couldn’t agree more.
“Welcome tothe Night of Débauche!” Owen Decker shouted holding up his champagne flute up in the air along with his wife.
As cheers erupted around the room, Decker looked down at his wife as she gazed up at him like this was their wedding day or they were at a campaign stop. This entire setup was fucking weird to me and unbelievable.
They gave a small smile towards each other then turned their attention back to the enormous crowd. Both of their faces were covered in a repulsive display of pride that was impossible to ignore.
“When bidding is complete, all merchandise may be picked up in that room,” Decker said, motioning to a side room off to our right. “Once again Samantha and I want to express our gratitude to all of you for coming tonight. And happy bidding. Let theNight of Débacuchebegin.”
The crowd erupted into loud cheers, before the room went dark, then a spotlight illuminated the dais. As the cheers silenced a line of women scantily dressed in what appeared to be see through black dresses adorned with crystals stumbled out on stage, but my eyes zeroed in on the only woman dressed in red.
Nikki.
It was clear that at least twenty women, including Nikki, had been drugged, their wobbling steps and vacant expressions revealed the state they were in. They could barely walk in the heels they had on and the vacant dazed look in their eyes definitely screamed drugged or either they had completely checked out of situation they were in.
