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Speaking of my brother, a message from him arrived while I watched this man bleed out. Details of the auction and lists of girls who will be on offer this year. He and his partners run the side of Noire House, most well-known to high society in Port Macabre. A sex club for only the wealthiest and most powerful, who pay their millions to join and become patrons and have all their desires catered for.
Of course, there’s the hidden layer beneath it all that Andreas Noire ran and perpetuated from the shadows. His trafficking trade, dealing in the flesh of children and adults alike, because the man was a sick fuck who didn’t care as long as the body had a pulse and could be sold for a profit.
His daughter will give us the opportunity to exact our own revenge since we can’t give him the kind of gruesome send-off we had been planning for years.
As I’m scanning through the auction information, Hawke sends me a follow-up text.
Keen to buy anyone this time? Your dick is going to fall off if you don’t get laid soon.
I tilt my head up to stare at the roof. Taking a deep inhale through my nose before jabbing at the screen to type my reply.
Fuck off.
My brother might be in the business of pleasure and fantasies being brought to life, but he doesn’t need to meddle in who I do, or don’t, have sex with.
Sure about that? You seem more tightly wound than usual these days.
Worry about where you’re sticking your own dick.
I’m sure I can find someone with tatts…
I’ll even throw in a cute little purple wig they can wear for you.
Are you quite done, asshole?
I’m busy.
Three dots bubble on the screen. But then disappear.
Thank Christ for that. Neither of us is in the business of talking just for the sake of it. We’re carbon copies in that regard. And I don’t need my own brother thinking he can stir shit or get under my skin.
Tires crunch to a halt just outside the roller door, and my team pulls up. Nodding as they file in past me, I give them the brief and prepare to leave them to their work. His body will vanish, just like all the others, and that’s what makes us so highly sought after within the Anguis. There’s an ocean of blood I’ve had to spill to secure this place at the heart of their organization. And this prick’s death is nothing more than another step along the path I’ve been forced to walk.
“Got it, boss. You can head out.” Mickey, one of my older men who looks like a mean bastard but has a heart of gold underneath that imposing scowl, inclines his head in the direction of the door.
“Check in with me once you reach the farm.”
“Would I ever not? My woman and I would prefer not to wake up with you shoving a barrel down my throat…all for forgetting to send a text.” Teasing me relentlessly for how much of a stickler I am when it comes to tying up loose ends is this man’s favorite pastime.
But in this life, loose ends can spell death. Or worse.
“Yeah, and that shit makes you hard, Mick. Don’t forget I know all the kinky shit you and Ella like to experiment with.” I call over my shoulder as I leave the warehouse. His gruff laughter echoes after me as I step out into the chill of pre-dawn. Fog blankets the wharf in a murky shroud, wet concrete scuffs beneath my boots.
I’m so fucking tired.
As my heavy limbs slide into the driver’s seat, the notifications in our group chat blare across the screen of my phone. There’s no avoiding Ky when he’s in this kind of mood.
Opening up the thread of messages, it's a one-sided conversation that Ky has been having with himself in there. Of course. It’s a whole process to scroll up through the lengthy list of updates and scattergun of details he’s been sending through while I’ve been steeped in the stench of death here at the warehouse.
I skim over most of the messages.
Talked with Hawke. He needs a higher security ratio for the main floor at the auction.
There’s a whole lot more logistical shit he’s banging on about that my brain can’t handle right now. What I need is a shower and a fucking drink.
I’ve assigned four more bodies to the stage and placed five at the exits.
Should satisfy the Gathered. But it means we’ll have to bring in some of the teams from Port for the night.
