“Da. I’m going out with the Soldiers to check out some Magee warehouses. I’m taking the girls out,” I hiss.
“Da. Anatoly keep track of Czar and the Soldiers. But what should we do with the girls,” Pakhan says, looking at us.
“We can take them to the shelter that we help out. They can help them return to their families. Of course, we should help the shelter more,” I say, scrubbing my face.
“Da, that’s a great idea. I’ll contact Billie so she gets ready for the girls,” Anatoly says.
“It’s a great time to do this; it’s early, and Magee Mob won’t be expecting it,” I say, nodding.
“Da. Get this done,” Pakhan hums, walking over to the bar.
The Soldiers surround the warehouse, looking and listening for the girls. This is the third Magee warehouse; the other warehouses were empty, but we did see evidence of girls being there. They must rotate the girls from one warehouse to theother. It's the only thing that makes sense. I watch my Soldier open the steel door, and I follow. I signal for the Soldiers to enter. We search for the girls, but the warehouse is empty.
My cell vibrates, and I pull it out of my suit jacket. I stare at the text.
Anatoly ~ Where the fuck are you?
Fucker!
I slide my fingers over the cell phone to text.
Czar ~ Warehouse near the dock.
Anatoly ~ Da. On my way.
I stand in the middle of the warehouse, pressing my lips and holding my Glock. I look at the empty wood storage boxes, and I don’t see anything.
“Boss, we found a hidden door. We found eight girls tied up,” Kir says.
“Da. Show me,” I say, nodding.
I follow my Soldier to the back room that we had searched, but we didn’t see the secret door on the concrete floor. It’s now opened and leads down into the ground.
“What the fuck! It’s an underground basement,” I growl, walking down the steps. The room is dark, and a single light bulb hangs in in the center. I look at the girls, grinding my molars.
My Soldiers stand around the girls, holding a flashlight. The girls are crying, shivering from the cold. They’re dressed in thinmaterial white slip. The room is filthy, with vomit and blood splattered on the concrete floor.
It fucking stinks!
Fuck!
“Please, don’t hurt us,” A tall blonde says, wide-eyed.
“We’re not here to hurt you. We’re here to help you. We’re rescuing you and taking you to the shelter that will help you return home,” I say, resting my hands on my waist.
My gut twists, and my blood boils with rage. The girls are far too young.
Stupid svoloch’!
“Thank you,” the blonde girl says, crying.
“Get them out of here and into the van. We need to hurry,” I hiss.
I watch my Soldiers cut off the plastic ties and lift a girl in their arms. They walk up the stairs, and I follow them. I’m going to fucking make sure that the girls are safe.
We get to the black van, and the girls start to get inside. Then the fucking bullets start raining on us. I fall onto my stomach, pulling my gun out. I shoot at the men as I run to take cover behind the garbage dumpsters.
“Take the girls out of her,” I yell.
