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(SEVEN MONTHS AGO IN MONTENEGRO)

SKYLAR DUVAL

The male voices from a distance were almost indecipherable. The chit-chat between the bastard Thomas and the man called Frizz was almost unheard from where I stood outside in the darkness. But it wasn't a hard guess to figure out what they'd be talking about. It was the reason we were here. The new set of women that were about to be led straight into their new hell.

I swallowed at the mild cold biting my skin, while I waited for Thomas and Frizz to wrap up their conversation. I wasn't even sure why I was here. Why the cruelest monster I know, Tymon Mazur, had insisted I tagged along with Thomas almost every time a new shipment of women was being brought. I didn't like it one bit. It made me feel as filthy as them.

My strain of thoughts was cut off by the heat of someone's stare. I didn't want to look, but slowly, I tilted my head to where a black SUV was parked, and once my eyes spotted two men, I stiffened at the malevolence ebbing from them. I could feel their malicious intent.

They must be the guests Frizz had spoken about. My gaze trailed from them to the three women who were taken to the car, and I could barely hide my disgust as my gaze met with one of the men. His green eyes imprisoned mine even from a distance. He reeked of brutality and carried himself with a menacing confidence. He looked strong. His leather jacket hid what I assumed was a lethal body.

I withdrew my attention from him, plastering my stare ahead while I ignored the two bastards flagging at both of my sides.

It didn't take a minute before I felt the cautious steps that approached. His predatory movement sent an icy chill down my spine. And soon, the green-eyed man stalked into the line of my vision.

I paused. I froze immediately, holding my breath as I took in his face. The soulless eyes. The deep scowl. The tight pressed lips. The aura of the brutal man filled with darkness was too strong; it almost made my legs grow weak. And as his intense eyes narrowed on mine, his harsh attention filled me with dread.

Almost immediately, Robin and Will took out their guns, aiming them at the man before me. But he didn't even make a move. Nor look away from me.

He looked angered at the mere sight of me. Furious.

He took a few steps closer, without the slightest care for his life. But before he could get any closer, the clicking of a gun behind his head stopped him.

“Take one more step, and you die,” Thomas moved forward until he was standing in front of me.

“Relax, man,” The Green-eyed stranger broke the tension in the air. His voice was coated in amusement, and his hands lifted in a show of friendly surrender. His words were thick, but I could detect a faint accent.

“Raffaelo? What are you doing here? I thought you had left?” Frizz rushed forward, questioning the man— Raffaelo.

“Was about to, then I met this beauty,” He released a shark grin, sending Frizz a stare.

Thomas' gun moved higher, aiming at Raffaelo's head. “Look away. She's not yours to crave,” The vehemence in Thomas' voice was heavy.

“She's off limits, Raff, except you're looking for death from the big boss,” Frizz muttered, and something in his words caused a sparkle in Raff's eyes as he brought his gaze back to me.

“Only one will be stupid enough to cross the big boss,” He muttered, but his eyes were saying almost a different thing entirely.

“Let's head back inside to finish up our conversation,” Frizz led Thomas and Raff back into the building they exited from while I waited.

After a few minutes, they were out. I watched as women were loaded into the vans. With that done we left in our car, while Frizz and Raff followed in another car. From what I gathered from their conversation, Raff had been working with Frizz for some time. He was loyal and would finally be introduced to the boss, which would be Tymon, as he was in charge of this department.

There were only three big bosses running the sex slave operation. And while Tonia Guerra also ran her own drug cartel, she was also responsible for bringing in new shipments of innocent abducted women every week while the other monster, Salvatore Russo was also in charge of the business aspect and testing the women before they were sold during the auctions.

After the minutes drive, and the security procedures, I was back within the walls of my gilded cage. This was where the women were also held. The property was under Tymon's name and there was still more than enough space to build more mansions for more women in the future.

Thomas led the way to Tymon's office. It was empty, I could only guess he was maybe attending to Salvatore Russo's guests in the other mansion. They must be important. That would explain the tight security. 

“He'll be here soon,” Thomas said while Frizz and Raff made themselves comfortable in the seats.

I was ready to turn on my heel and leave when the door opened and Tymon ruined my chance of escape.

“Ah, the apple of my eyes is back,”

I froze in my tracks, lazily shifting my gaze to the owner of the voice. Tymon Mazur was the devil. Head of the Polish Mafia. He was the cause of my waking hell. A man without a soul or conscience. He owned this mansion and everything in it, including me.

Tymon's arms wrapped around me, and his sickening pride ebbed off him while he crashed his lips to mine.

I flowed with the movement, not giving him a chance to scold me or worse, punish me by forcing me to putin a deplorable performance. It wouldn't be the first time.