Chapter 108 - ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT

Chapter 108: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT

ANGEL

"That’s why I left my phone in the car." I checked my reflection in the mirror, and a different girl stared back.

There was no GPS, no way Vincenzo would quickly find me until I was ready to be found.

"Let’s move," I said.

We slipped out the back exit of the bathroom, a service door Kevin had somehow gotten access to, and we emerged in a different part of the mall entirely.

The guards were still waiting outside the bathroom.

In Kevin’s car, I finally let myself breathe.

"So," Kevin said, pulling into traffic. "You going to tell me everything you are planning?"

"Did you prepare everything I told you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Like I told you, the man who broke your neck was my uncle." I turned to stare at him. "Well, sort of. It’s complicated."

"Your family sounds like a blast."

"You have no idea. He’s already dead, I’m helping us get our revenge. We are going after his sister,"

Kevin rubbed his neck, with his free hand. "I’m mostly just pissed about his horrible timing. You finally gave me a chance," He grumbled.

"It was a drunk decision," I rolled my eyes. "I feel gross thinking about it now."

"What?" He shot me a feigned wounded look. "You were into it."

"I was drunk and drugged. Completely wasted. I can’t believe I let you do any of that."

"So...there’s really no chance of a repeat performance? Without the unwelcome interruption this time?"

I leveled him with a flat stare. "Shouldn’t you be thinking about revenge rather than trying to get in my pants?"

"I can multitask."

"Drive the car, Kevin."

*

*

The Scavenger’s Club looked exactly as intimidating as I’d imagined. It looked like a normal Casino from the outside, nothing like a place where humans were being trafficked. I’d already told Kevin to do the research on it a few days ago and find out how to get us access.

We approached the door, our face masks firmly in place. A bulky-looking guard held out his hand without a word.

"Membership cards."

Kevin reached into his jacket and produced two sleek black cards. The guard scanned the first one, frowned at the screen, then scanned it again.

My heart hammered against my ribs. The seconds stretched into what felt like hours.

Then he spoke with a curt nod."Welcome back, Mr Archer. Ms Bailey."

I raised a brow at Kevin, too bad he couldn’t see it through my mask. Archer and Bailey really? Who the hell were those?

The door swung open and as we stepped into the moderately lit hallway, I said "There’s really nothing you can’t do, huh?"

He chuckled, "Actually, there’s one thing."

"What’s that?"

"I haven’t gotten to make you cum yet."

I wrinkled my nose at his words. "I told you. That was a one-time drunken mistake. So shut up and walk."

"Yes, Ma’am,"

"Oh, for fuck sake, cut it out,"

The interior of the club was exactly what I’d expected. Dark wood paneling. Low amber lighting that turned everyone into shadows.

The smell of leather and expensive perfume filled the air.

Some of the people we passed wore masks like us, their identities hidden behind silk and porcelain. Others walked with their faces bare, unconcerned about being seen in a place like this.

A woman approached us, she looked to be around middle-age, she was dressed in an elegant black dress that hugged her figure and black heels to go with it, her black painted lips smiled at us. I guess no one needed to ask what her favorite colors was.

"Welcome. I’m Renata. Your host for today. How may I assist you today?"

"We’re looking for slaves," I said, the word tasted strange on my tongue, familiar and foreign all at once.

"Of course." Renata gestured for us to follow, leading us deeper into the club. "Any particular preferences? Age? Gender? Level of training?"

"Show us what you have."

She led us to a private room draped in velvet and shadow, then handed over a tablet. The screen glowed to life, filled with faces. Rows and rows of them. Men. Women. Young. Old. Each one was tagged with a number, a list of specialties, and a price.

I scrolled through them, my stomach churning with every swipe. Then I asked myself, what was I doing here? For half a second, I almost felt bad for Jillian. At least Daddy had saved me before I became a public slave like this. I kept scrolling, but I didn’t find her.

My brows knitted into a frown, Jillian wasn’t among them.

"Is there something specific you’re looking for?" Renata asked, watching my face too closely for comfort.

"There was a particular slave I especially loved the last time I visited." I gazed at her through my mask. "She is like... um sort of blonde. Early thirties. A tiny mole on her cheek, and oh... She had this pair of nice tits as well,"

"She sounds hot, now I really want to see her," Kevin remarked next to Mrs

Renata shook her head, "I might know who you are speaking of, but I’m afraid that one is no longer available."

"What do you mean, not available?" I voiced.

"She was the only slave that left here three days ago," Renata’s smile turned apologetic. "We had an auction. She found a new master."

A master?

Someone else had gotten their hands on her, and I didn’t even know who.

"Who bought her?" I asked, impatiently.

"I’m afraid that information is confidential."

"I’ll pay you to tell me,"

"It’s not a matter of money." Renata’s smile didn’t waver. "Our clients value their privacy above all else. Surely you understand."

The only thing I understood was that I’d come all this way, risked getting Daddy angry, and walked straight into a dead end. Mommy dearest had slipped through my fingers before I even got close.

"Thank you for your time," I said in a disappointed tone I didn’t bother to hide.

Kevin touched my elbow. "Angel..."

"Let’s go."

We walked outside the vip room, and were halfway to the exit when my eyes spotted something.

Or rather, someone.

That face...