Given how high all of these chicks are, it's no surprise, but the ragged gasp that comes from Rose urges me toward her.
"Rose?"
Her head lifts and she glances at me with tear-filled eyes. "What's going on? Why is she here?! What happened?" Sheturns back to the girl and cradles her face. "Beatie, what happened?"
I glance down at the call sheet in my hand and skim down the list.
This girl is on here as Lily, not Beatie.
A cold ball of dread forms in my gut and I'm rooted to the spot, unable to quite connect all the pieces in my mind because every pained noise from Rose keeps derailing them.
"Beatie?" Ethan appears at my elbow. "Isn't she supposed to be home and safe with her mother?"
What thefuckis going on?
A broken wail escapes Rose and it snaps me into action. I turn to Ethan and point past him to the skulking hiring manager. "I want the truth out of that bastard right now, you hear me? I don't care what it takes. I need every single detail about how the fuck any of these girls got here."
Ethan nods once and, after a sorrowful glance back at Rose, he storms across the room and grabs the hiring manager by the collar.
"Calvin." I face him. "Take Rose and Beatie back to the estate. Get the doctor to take a look at her and have an ambulance on standby."
"Got it."
"Rose?" I approach her cautiously and she only spares me a glance, more focused on trying to get any kind of information out of her sister.
"Beatie, please, talk to me sweetie. Please. Do you see me? Do you know who I am? It's me, okay? It's Rose!"
"Rose, Calvin is going to take her back home, okay?"
"I'm not leaving her!"
"I am not asking you to," I assure her quickly and I catch her flailing hand. She spins to face me, and my heart breaks from the utter horror in her eyes. "Go with her, Rose. I will be home as soon as I can."
"I don't understand," Rose whispers, then she grows distracted as Calvin scoops Beatie up into his arms and carries her limp form out of the club.
How the fuck did Beatie end up here, in my club of all fucking places?
There's no way this is a coincidence.
As I gaze around the club at a sea of faces and the rest of the underage girls, a sickening weight settles across my shoulders.
Someone's fucking with me.
I don't know who, how, or even why, but there's something going on here that I can't see.
Sneaking underage girls into my clubs puts me right in the crosshairs for cop involvement and I don't have the patience or the time to deal with that.
"Fuck…" Taking a deep breath, I get to work.
All of the remaining girls are taken to a nearby hospital for a full workup.
Every single one of them is as high as a kite, so I send some men to the supposed hostel they've been staying at.
Finding out who sold them drugs will be a step in the right direction. Ethan doesn't get much out of the hiring manager who maintains his innocence until Ethan threatens to cut his balls off.
He then admits he was paid to look the other way and didn't think anything of it, since such a thing is common in this line of work.
Common, yes, but not in my fucking establishment.
