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Chapter Five
Garrett~
It’s only a matter of time. I need to be patient. Soon I’m going to get my chance and then I’ll put my fist right through that sneering face.
“Warren!” Bill goes red in the face with anger. He’s the head of this small operation, but he’s also the link to bigger things. It’s the bigger operations I’m after. “Get back to the warehouse. I need you to take care of some debt collecting. The girls are not here for your entertainment.”
As much as I hate the old bastard, I’m so fucking relieved he’s here. He’s the only one who can control Warren.
“But, Pop,” Warren wines like the dickless fucker he is.
“Don’t you argue with me, boy!” Bill struggles to get his big body out of the chair. He’s short and has a belly that goes on for miles, but everyone is scared of him. Money breeds power. Warren scowls and walks away, his shoulders slumped.
Bill comes closer, inspecting each of the girls. He toes Kristine in the side. “Boys,” he huffs. The man needs to lose some serious weight, maybe then he won’t be wheezing like that after only getting up from a damn chair. “Now’s your chance to prove to me you can do this. You’ve been a great asset to me so far. Don’t let me down. Get these girls broken in and ready for the auction. Chase and Eric will help train them. It will be their first time, as well. Pick who you want and get them out of my sight.”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m quick to reply. The man has to believe I’m eager to get going, because he grins at me.
“Garrett, my boy, you’re gonna go places.” He looks to Justin, my younger brother by only a year. People tend to think we’re twins. “You too, Justin-son. You too. Wish Warren was more like you boys.” Bill tucks his thumbs into his belt, just under the large lump of fat he calls a stomach. He looks pleased with the girls. “It’s a pity about the marks. Hope they fade away. We’ll get more money if the girl has a pretty face.” He doesn’t wait for us to say anything but waggles back to his chair. “There’s a room for each of you to train them in. Lock those. Women are stupid creatures, they always try to get away.” He gives a hearty laugh. “I’m also going to head back to the city. I have some things to take care of.” He chuckles again.
I pick Kristine up. “Come,” I bark at Cathy and Kelly.
At the first door I reach I indicate with a nod for Kelly to go in. I have to put Kristine down so I can shackle Kelly then lock the door, leaving the key in the lock. Justin takes the next room, setting Riza on the ground and shackling her ankle to the wall.
Cathy starts to breathe heavy at the sight of the girls being bound. “Don’t even think about it or we’ll sedate you,” I warn her with an impatient hiss. I’m tired after the scenes at the club and the long drive.
When I open the door to the next room, Cathy obeys and Justin shackles her. He locks the door and follows me to the next room. He closes the door behind us as I lay Kristine on the ground. I link the shackle around her ankle. I inspect the bruise forming just above her left eyebrow.
“What the fuck man!” Justin whispers. “I don’t know if I can do this. It’s just sick.” Justin grabs a fist full of his hair and yanks at it.
“Not in front of her,” I hiss. “We’re going to do this, get them trained and ready. That’s what we’re sticking with. We can’t let her down when we’re this close. Hold your shit together.”
“We have to choose?” Justin takes a deep breath and then curses again. “What the fuck is up with that?”
“Choose the one you like most. You’re going to have to do it man, you might as well like her. It might make it easier.”
Justin looks down at Kristine. She’s still unconscious from the blow to her head. I tense up, waiting for him to decide.
“If I have to fuck someone …” He turns his back on the girl, “this is fucking wrong, so wrong. Andrea wouldn’t want us to do this. We’re no better than the men who took her!”
“Just choose already. I want to get started and get it over with and don’t you ever mention Andrea again. We don’t need trouble when we’re this close to finding her. She’s all that matters, not these girls. Only finding Andrea matters, you hear me!” I can smack him upside the head for making a mistake like that. No one needs to know we’re looking for her.
Justin links his hands behind his neck and looks up at the cracked ceiling. He breathes out loudly. When his chin falls to his chest, he whispers, “Riza. The others will kill her. She’s a rebel. At least I’ll have more patience with her.”