Page 4 of Endless Harmonies

“We’ll be back with help,” I growl softly as I force myself to make contact with the girls. “Do not make a sound. We have people to kill. You don’t want to make our jobs harder, correct?”

The three girls push their lips together as if to seal away their sobs, shaking their heads.

Taking this as their assent, I move with Derek as one to the room adjacent to us. Melodie is a bit of a mess, a large mass of skin missing from her body as well as her tongue. There will be no quarter for her, no rest, until she’s fed to the pigs to devour alive.

Silently, we slip from the room, the men fucking the girls completely lost to the world. This is what “training” and “conditioning” looks like in the sex trafficking world, and I pull a man away from a girl right before I cut his dick off. Derek slices the throat of another man, failing to miss the girl that he was fucking so she’s sprayed as well.

The girls whimper and scream in panic, no doubt worried they’re next, scrambling to a corner as soon as they’re free to do so. Ignoring them outside of making sure they aren’t a threat to us, we kill every one of the men in the room. Emasculation, castration, throats cut, knives to the chest. Not one of these men die easily, but they are all quick deaths unfortunately. We are running out of time.

Checking the clock, I see that we are still within the hour parameter that Greg gave us.

“We’re clear upstairs,” I say out loud for his benefit. “Feel free to fuck shit up downstairs. Just leave Marcus to us.”

“Do you want him gift wrapped? I am rock hard from the screams. Well done,” Greg teases. This man is infuriating, but he’s a good friend as well. “I’ll throw him into a room for you to play with and move in sooner since you’re all wrapped up there.”

Our comms go silent, and I’ve done this with him enough times to know that he’s coordinating with his other soldiers outside. It doesn’t feel as if it’s almost one in the afternoon, which is a testament to how smooth this is all going.

We staked out the space until everything was in place, and then executed our plan perfectly. Forcing myself to look at the women around me, I blow out a breath.

“There are people coming to help you start over, whether that means going back to your family or beginning new lives,” I explain.

“I don’t want to go back,” a voice rasps. She was one of the women I pulled a man from before his tiny dick was cut off. She has dark brown hair, large, determined sad caramel eyes, and holds herself protectively.

Eyes finding her, I nod. “What’s your name? I’ll make sure to tell the agent who is leading this mission.”

“Adrianna Herrerra,” she whispers. “That’s who I was until my father sold me.”

Eyes narrowing, I force myself to breathe. “Do you want to end his life or may I have the honors?” I ask.

“I want to,” she says so softly I almost don't hear it. Her voice is full of anger and hurt. “I appreciate the offer, though.”

Nodding, I jerk my head at Derek to keep moving. “Do you know where the keys to the cages are?” I ask.

“Ms. Melodie or Marcus have them,” another girl explains.

Striding back into the room where the bitch is at, I roughly check her clothes, backhanding her when I find them. I hate this woman so much.

Returning to the main room, I toss the keys to the girls. None of them are wearing clothes, something we will correct soon.

“Release everyone, but don’t leave this room for now. It’s about to get very messy and bloody out there,” I tell them. “If you think one of the girls will freak out, leave her in the cage until we can sedate her. I promise it won’t be long. We need to make sure no one involved leaves here alive.”

Once I get agreement from them, Derek and I leave the room, closing the door behind us quietly. Surprisingly, our gloves hide blood well since we put them on after dealing with Melodie, as do our clothes. I hear a yell downstairs, and I chuckle darkly.

“Looks like the party has arrived, baby. Let’s join them,” I say to him.

“We had to hurry before,” Derek complains as we walk toward the stairs. “I feel like playing with my toys this time.”

My cock thickens in my pants, making me groan. “Let the blood flow, then.”

CHAPTERTWO

Derek

Greg and his men slowly slip through the doors of the building, and Melodie’s men are paying attention to us instead of the other threat that will end them all.

“Already done?” Marcus snickers, not understanding that death is walking down the stairs.

“Just for now,” I speak up with a shrug. “Ms. Melodie said there was new hire paperwork to fill out or something? I don’t know how you do things here.”

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