Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
There it was. Steele was one of his closest brothers. He and Keys guarded the vice president and his family. Steele didn’t like having them watch his back so closely until Breezy and Zane, his son, came back into the fold. When it came to needing control, Steele was right up there with Savage and Maestro. He was over-the-top protective and needed to know where his woman was at all times. Breezy gave him that. Maestro was fairly certain Azelie would give him that same consideration without freaking out or thinking he was doing it just to control her. She would recognize he was working hard to overcome those needs that had been ingrained in him since his childhood.
“I’m making the call,” he decided. “She’s mine. I’m asking for everyone’s help in keeping her safe until we get this taken care of.”
“She going to be okay that you played her?” Gavriil asked.
“She’ll be pissed.” He amended that. “Hurt. She’ll be hurt at first, but once I explain it to her, she’ll understand. She’s like that. Hate hurting her for any reason, but we need the information Billows can give us to get to the next level. We also need to get those women out before they’re sold.”
Czar indicated the screen to Code. “Keep playing it. We need to see where the door is and how she got in.”
“It isn’t a key,” Master observed as they watched Azelie stand in front of the wooden wall. “Anyone count how many steps she took?”
“Seventeen,” Alena said. “She doesn’t have a long stride either.”
“I’ve got her stride down,” Maestro assured them as they all kept their eyes glued to the screen.
Azelie stopped in the hall, facing the wood. She took something from her pocket, palmed it, and then adhered her hand to a spot on the wall among the intricate carvings. Her fingers were splayed, and she pressed whatever was in her palm tight against the wall.
“Her fingerprints are being scanned,” Code observed, moving closer to the big screen. “Look at the color around each finger. It’s faint, but it’s there. There’s some kind of electronic plate there, and her fingerprints are critical.”
“I can lift her prints,” Maestro said. “That won’t be a problem. But it’s more than her prints. Whatever she palmed is also being scanned. That’s what I need to find. I have to know what that is.”
“My guess is a chip of some kind,” Code said. “That’s what it has to be.”
“He’s got two kick-ass clubs that are full every night,” Player said. “Both clubs bring in massive amounts of money, but he isn’t satisfied. He doesn’t have that kind of security on either of the clubs, which is insane.”
“Not if you’re training women as sex slaves and intend to sell them to the highest bidder,” Czar said. “You need a large space where you can hold them where no one can find them. You need another space to train them, and then you must have a setup for an auction. After that, you still need to ship them out without getting caught.”
“Hence the rooms beneath his underground Adventure Club,” Transporter said. “And the extra security.”
The door slid open, and Azelie stepped into a narrow staircase lit only by LED lights. Those LEDs were dim, throwing off enough light to illuminate the stairs and that was it. The stairs seemed to have walls close on either side. Azelie descended cautiously.
“Her heart rate doubled,” Code reported.
Maestro found his heart rate accelerated right along with Azelie’s. Her descending that steep staircase in such poor lighting gave off the feel of a very real horror film. Ominous. Sinister. Downright evil. He’d lived in a hell. All of Torpedo Ink had. They’d come from brutal torture, pedophiles for instructors. They were forced to become assassins at a very early age and became outstanding at it. Still, seeing the darkness as she descended slowly felt the same to him as the thousands of times he had been forced into the basement dungeon located below the school where he grew up.
“Mine has as well,” Alena reported.
“You’re not alone,” Lana confessed. “I hate this for her.”
Azelie turned to the right at the end of the stairs. They caught a glimpse of another corridor to the left, but once she made that turn, it was impossible to see anything but what was directly in front of her.
“She’s doing something with her hand,” Ice said. “Go back a couple of frames, Code.”
“The hand she’s holding the chip or whatever it is,” Storm agreed. “See, right there, she fished in her pocket and took out a chain. A necklace of some kind.”
She appeared to do it automatically, but she turned her jacket slightly, just enough for the camera to see her push her hand into her pocket and come up with a chain. It was long and made of what appeared to be silver.