3 (Calder)

We watch the surveillance footage from the owners office, thanks to Davon and his close… friendship with the owner. Once we entered he was quick to lead the way to his office, Steven was more than happy to let us invade his club for the evening, after Davon offered him first dibs on his new shipment of girls.

Human trafficking isn’t my thing but I’m not opposed to hosting the occasional action or two. I understand that in this line of work you come across all kinds of underground prostitution rings and other black market trades. I’ve been dealing in arms, drugs and other things I won’t mention as of yet since my father passed away six years ago.

When I stepped into my father’s position I went into this sort of hiding, that’s when I started using the hoods to hide my face. I was never really involved with my father’s mafia, I had my own business and had to remain anonymous to this world and like I said before only a select few know who I really am.

“The target just entered through the main entrance, red dress” Nano tells the proprietor of this lack luster club.

Sandra and her small group make their way to the bar and start putting in their drink orders "Have their drinks comped" I tell Steven and hand him a bundle of cash "Make sure the waitress makes it clear that the drinks are on the house for the rest of the night and have her put two drops of this in every drink after the third round" I hand Steven the bottle of liquid rohypnol and turn my attention back to the screens.

"Would any of you like anything to drink or eat" Steven asks as he walks towards the door.

"Scotch neat no ice" comes Zane’s reply.

“Corona no lime, no salt” says Casey and as if sensing my gaze shrugs his shoulders knowing if we were in a different setting I’d make some comments about Mexicans and lime and salt being like holy water when it comes to tacos and beer “You want your usual boss” he asks before tilting his head towards the door indicating we didn’t need anything else.

"Coming right up" Steven says leaving Zane, Casey and myself to continue watching the surveillance monitors.

“How you handling all this Cal” Zane asks, name almost sounding foreign coming from him.

“She’s only the beginning, I’ve had eyes on Hunter Gains and Fisher Colson for the last year” with a small laugh I pull my hood back some so only they can see my face and say “Every once and awhile I’ll have Dibs and Troy fuck with them” again I slightly laugh remembering the time Dibs broke into their apartment and flipped all the furniture around the rooms and wrote Your time is coming in their cats blood across the living room wall, “He sent me live video of the two fuck boys crying while talking to the police, I’m pretty sure Hunter pissed himself”

“Fuck what I wouldn’t have done to be given the task of fucking with their minds like that” Casey chuckles with a sinister smile pulling across his lips.

“Next time my friend, next time” Zane says clapping him on the shoulder, they fall into light banter and small talk and I slip into memories of the life I used to have.

The feeling of pain strikes me hard when I think of all the things Jazmin is now missing out on. She would have tried to convince me to let her come to a place like this, maybe even asked her aunt Daniela for back up on the begging  me to let her live her ‘best life’ but I would have told her no. Jazmin was always so head strong and would always find a way to give her team the slip. She would have snuck out and gone thinking I wouldn’t find out but me being me I would have known and sent more then one team to drag her ass back to the estate.

As I sit here in this less the comfortable chair thinking of Jazmin we watch the group of half drunken friends and party goers dance and laugh it up like one of them wasn’t involved in the rape, torture and killing of her supposed best friend. We sat here in this stale smelling cramped office watching Sandra and her friends for almost two hour before the waitress gave us the signal then slipped the drug into their drinks. 

“Show time boss” Casey says right as our moles make their moves.

Harlow one of Davon’s top earners and a small girl in a short dress that leaves nothing to the imagination who’s higher then a fucking kite make their way through the crowded dance floor and over to Sandra and her friends, they exchange a few words and start to dance and laugh as if they’d known each other for years, twenty minutes later Hannah and Gordon sloppily walk out of the club with or female mole and get into an Uber.

“Thing one and thing two are on the move, intercept them on floor six and put them in room six-o-nine” Zane orders team two and we gather our things and head down to the awaiting cars.

“Target is on the move” Tim tells us as we pull up outside the clubs.

Harlow walks past our car and holds two fingers up behind Sandra’s back meaning he slipped her two more drops before exiting meaning she’ll be out long enough to set everything up.

We follow behind the grey Honda civic that picked them up and park across the street as they pull into the valet and exit the car, stumbling over her own feet Sandra leans into Harlows side for support. Harlow walks her to the elevator where two of my men are currently waiting and presses the button then helps her into it and into the hands of my men then he walks off with his hand tucked into his front pockets as if he didn’t just hand her over to be slaughtered. 

Getting out of the car we make our way across the street and to the hotel lobby, Zane, Casey, Pablo and a few other men head to the main office to have the circuit for the top floor taken offline.

“Mr. Evens my deepest condolences for your loss” Harlow says extending his hand for a hand shake “She wouldn’t shut up about what happened to your daughter and gave me a bit of information I’m not sure you were aware of” he pauses for a second scratching the back of his neck like he’s unsure of whether or not to share it.

“Spit it the fuck out” I snap wanting to get this over with.

“She said they recorded it, she said that they recorded everything that happened that night” he clears his throat and over his shoulder to Zane then back to myself and Timothy “She said they recorded how they killed her” not waiting to hear anything else I side step the man and take quick strides to the elevator.

I make it to the top floor and into the penthouse where my team has taken the liberty of tieing a now unconscious Sandra to a chair that’s sat upon a very large clear tarp. 

The seconds click by in a slow pace as we wait the allotted time for the drug to start to work its way out of her system then wake her up.

“WHAT THE FUCK” she yells as she’s snapped out of her sleep by the sting of ice water being poured over her head, she pulls on the restrains as if just realizing the severity of the situation upon seeing me and my men standing around the room.

“What the fuck are you doing let me fucking go” she cusses and continues to yell and pull against the zip ties keeping her in place.

With a nod Timothy walks over and tases her making her scream out in pain and thrash around “AHHHh” her screams are like music to my ears.

“I’ve waited a long time for this” I say taking down my hood while coming to stand in front of her “Did you really think I wouldn’t find you? Did you really think I wouldn’t make you pay for what you did, what you all did”

Sandra cowers into the chair, shrinking into herself as I start to take slow steps towards her.” She fucking had it coming, it might have been a prank at first but then she begged for it” I punch her in the face causing her head to snap back.

“She begged to be fucked, SHE FUCKING LOVED IT” Sandra continues yelling at the end making her death even sweeter.

“I wanted to make this as quick as possible but now that I remember it, you and your brother didn’t make it quick when you tortured my daughter, did you? DID YOU” I yell punching her across the face two more times causing her chair to fall to the left side with a thud against the floor.

“We did her a favor by ending her pathetic little life” Sandra’s spits out a mouth full of blood before cracking a sick smile “She fucking loved being fucked like a whore and when we ended her life Jessi loved taking her soul to the heavens”

“You fucking bitch I should of killed you sooner but I wanted you to think you had gotten away with it, I wanted you to live your life thinking that I would never find you and now I’m going to take your life away” pulling out my gun I pull the trigger sending fragments of her brain and skull into the once beautiful marble floor where the tarp didn’t cover.

The high pitch of a girl screaming reached my ears after the ringing of the guns shot dulls and that’s when I see her, that’s when I see the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Standing at the end of the hall is a tall raven haired girl with wide scared eyes and her hand held tight over her mouth and I know in that moment that I’d fucked up in more ways than one.