Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
She drifts away, and my eyes snap open to find Shadow leaning over my bunk shaking me.
“I could kill you right now,” I spit at him.
He chuckles. “I know you want your girl, K, but we have shit to do.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I follow his gaze to my crotch and smirk at the straining erection in my boxers.
“And on top of that, you were whispering her name.” His grin grows. “Not very discrete, man.”
“Fuck off,” I say to him with no animosity at all. He’s too observant for his own damn good. Great for the mission, but a pain in the ass when it comes to my personal shit. “Why are you pulling me away from thoughts of my girl?”
His eyes widen slightly at my admission, and I grin back at him, proud to have finally surprised him if even just a little bit.
“We got word from Rendi. The information he’s feeding us seems to be pretty legit. So you can either lie in your rack and dream about your girl, or we can get this shit over with, and you can be in her arms by this time tomorrow.” He shrugs like he hasn’t just given me the best possible news my ears could ever hear.
Less than an hour later we’re geared up and making entry on a set of rundown apartments just blocks from the stadium where the World Cup will be televised to millions of people all over the world. Viewers are an unsuspecting group of normal people who have no idea the sick and twisted things that go on at every single one of these worldwide events.
The organizers try to keep these facts out of the media. If the public at large knew that over thirty thousand women and girls were trafficked all over the world to be available to the sick, disgusting men at these events, I’m certain viewership would drop dramatically.
There will never be enough justice for the scum we find in these places, the handlers and patrons alike. We found that out on our first recovery mission several years ago. We also discovered the level of immunity we have in a situation like this. That reasoning and knowledge are what motivates us on each and every mission. That is the reason the trafficked women we rescue are the only living survivors we pull out of these places. The only consolation we can offer to these abused women is the knowledge that these certain men will never hurt another woman. Dead men don’t do evil deeds.
Shadow is taking the lead on this one and I keep a watchful eye on him as we move silently down the hall toward the apartment we were told is housing all of the women. With Shadow on one side and me on the other side of the door, Ace is protected as much as he can be. One powerful kick to the door and the lock shatters, allowing us to gain access to the disgusting apartment.
Within minutes and a lot of screaming from unsuspecting women, we’ve taken down a half dozen men and cleared all but one room. Ace kicks the door to that room open as well. I don’t give a second thought to pulling the trigger, sending the piece of shit with his dick out that’s leaning over the girl I’d recognize from anywhere to meet his maker. She doesn’t even blink as he collapses beside her on the bed.
She’s completely broken. I’ve seen it too many times to count. She doesn’t even acknowledge us as Shadow pulls the dead piece of shit from the bed she’s on. I calmly make my way over to her, but can tell by her constant blank stare that she’s either had a mental break down, or they’ve got her high as a kite. It wouldn’t be unusual for her to be suffering from both.
I wrap a blanket Ace hands me around her shoulders and make the call to the Senator’s team that’s a few blocks away. They will be the ones responsible for getting her home. The Senator has also assured us that he will see to any other women we recover along with his daughter.
Once the women are cleared from the apartment, we search it for all weapons and any intel that may lead authorities to other cells of women this organization may be associated with. Satisfied that we’ve done everything we possibly can, we clear out of the building and head back to pack our gear.
By all accounts, this would be considered a successful mission. Convincing any of the men that saw what we saw today that we were successful would be a hard sell. We know that not only will another group just pop up to replace the small sector we just took down, but the hour we were in that apartment, over a thousand women were abducted at various locations around the world and will inevitably end up in a place much like the one we just left.