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“Once the ladies are worked, they are killed; their bodies are removed in two ways. Seems the Second Minister has pythons, and they’re given to them, or they’re thrown into a hyena pit. Apparently, the ten pythons, once fed a full human, don’t need feeding again for five to six months. So ten weren’t enough. And worse, sometimes they are fed to them alive,” Chance said, closing his eyes.

Diesel felt bile rise in his throat. He’s swallowed it while listening to Euan confess, but hearing this in their sanctuary wasvile and invading. Silence met Chance’s words as Diesel watched his brothers absorb this.

“They feed them alive to those animals?” Big Al asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, brother,” Chance answered suddenly, looking his age plus ten years.

“They sedate the women and children of the compound when they do and view it like a gladiator fight,” Chance said.

“Jesus fuck,” Chatter murmured.

Magic was quiet on the phone.

“They haven’t stopped and have got worse. They hide in houses built amongst the trees deep in the forest, where most don’t go. Any trespassers are taken, their women raped, and the men fed to the hyenas. Then when they’re finished with the woman, she joins them. Euan, a Disciple high up, almost a Minister, offered up a room where there were hundreds of identification cards and, lacking them, pictures and names of the victims. He wasn’t exaggerating, either. There are hundreds. The cult is serial killer land,” Diesel said.

“The bastards are armed to the teeth. They have buried landmines, traps, old fashioned pike pits. Their armoury rivals an army base. The weaponry mentioned included AK-47s, surface-to-air missiles, hand grenades, and rocket launchers. You name it, they have it. Anyone coming at them is going to bleed. You’d need the army to take them down, and it would lead to heavy casualties. The entire compound is built around defence. This isn’t some whack-job cult-like Branch Davidians. These fuckers are ready for anything.

“They’ve no plans for a mass suicide; they are ready for war. And should they be breached, the women and kids are locked in a bunker, and the men guarding them are Disciples. They will open fire. It is a blood bath waiting to happen,” Diesel elaborated.

“And these pricks want my baby girl?” Magic demanded.

“Yeah, and sorry, Magic. Alice is in for a hard time,” Chance said and nodded at Diesel.

“Alice’s father isn’t her real dad. The fucker we had played innocent, but Sunny and Pyro got the truth from him. Alexis is called Alexis Adams; her grandfather is Willoughby Adams,” Diesel explained and paused.

“We’re talking the one and only Willoughby Adams? The fifth richest guy in the world?” Magic whispered.

“Yeah. Willoughby had two sons, Edward and Charles. Edward married Hillary Mayflower and basically was a good guy. Charles went through women, drugs, and booze and ended up cut off. Edward and his wife had a baby girl, Alexis Willow Adams. They were home one night when Alexis was four, and their house was broken into. Hillary was raped, sodomised, and mutilated before dying of her wounds. Edward was beaten black and blue and tortured. Alexis was gone when the police arrived. Willoughby put out a huge reward, but nobody’s ever seen a hair of her,” Diesel said.

“Until eleven years ago, when I placed her on the back of my bike!” Magic exclaimed.

“Yup. If they legally married Alexis to the First Minister, he could claim the old man’s billions and then off her. And he would inherit everything. And her ‘father’ is really her uncle, and he organised the hit on Edward and Hillary, bitter he’d lost everything,” Diesel said, holding his temper in check.

Alice had suffered enough and was about to experience further pain and grief. This was horrific by anyone’s standards, and Diesel knew Alice had a gentle soul.

“Do we contact Willoughby?” Magic finally asked.

“Not yet. The man is in his early sixties but fit as a fiddle. He can last a few further months not knowing where Alexis is. But it gets better. First Minister is none other than Willoughby’s ownfuckin’ brother. Also thought dead. Randolph set the example for Charles,” Diesel said.

“What the fuck is with that family?” Tiny demanded.

“Magic. The reward for Alexis’s safe return was fifty million dollars,” Chance announced, and someone whistled through their teeth.

“If a hint of her existence gets out, we’re gonna be fighting people off left, right, and centre,” Magic hissed.

“Yeah, so I think this needs to stay between us for now. No allies, including Rage and Alice, can know yet. Tell her about the cult, but not why they want her alive,” Diesel stated.

“Fuckin’ agree,” Magic stated softly.

“Alice is going to freak when she hears. Let alone her true lineage. We need DNA testing before we spring it on her. Don’t wanna get her hopes up that she has family remaining, only to be wrong,” Diesel mentioned.

“Agreed. It can be done quietly. What’s the next step?” Magic asked.

“Bring Willow and Grey in urgently. Any direct assault is going to result in bloodshed on both sides. Need to find a quiet way to take these assholes down, and this time we can’t allow the top twelve to escape. The allies must be up to speed because nobody expected a shitstorm of this magnitude. Outside groups, the Juno group, the Delta Force team Rage are fuckin’ about with, and Washingtons. James still has a solid security group. I think Master Hoshi also needs briefing with his teams,” Chance said.

“Hawthorne’s, too,” Diesel added.

“Yeah, Dylan won’t like missing out on this shit,” Chance rumbled.

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