“We’ll come back in one piece, but if they hurt our woman, you better have the body bags ready,” Finn stated.
“Don’t you worry, you two aren’t the only ones who want to take this prostitution ring thing down once and for all,” Tazer said and they all mumbled in agreement and waited until it was time to move into the building.
* * * *
Missy Ann tried to move her arms. Her wrists were bound together by some sort of plastic zip ties and hooked to a piece of rope against the wall. She was sitting up in a large cushioned chair.
Her stomach continued to churn and her head throbbed as if she had a hangover or stomach virus. She couldn’t keep her head up and she leaned back against the chair cushion. That’s when she noticed what she was wearing. She was in a different outfit. A dress, short, see through and a light blue color.
She heard voices and realized she wasn’t alone. There were other women there, all wearing the exact same dress but in blue, pink or white. She counted them in between closing her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she counted right. Ten women, all very attractive.
“Where are we?” she asked. They ignored her.
“Where are we?” she repeated.
“Shhh, they’ll come for you when the men are ready,” the one young woman in pink said to her.
“Men? What men?” Missy Ann asked and tried to sit up. She couldn’t. Her head was so heavy and her body weak. That’s when she heard the music in the distance. A door opened and the women all sat up straight.
A tall man with dark hair and a gun on his hip walked closer. “You, come now.” He pointed at the woman in blue and she stood up. Missy Ann tried to focus on him and damned the sick feeling in her belly and the dizziness she felt. He sounded like he had some sort of accent.
“Where am I? Where are you taking her?” Missy Ann asked.
The man grabbed the woman by her arm and led her from the room. He said something in his language. Russian?
She could hear the music louder when he had the door open. There was a party going on?
She thought about the restaurant. About Connelly’s. Her head rolled as she looked around the room. She wasn’t at Connolly’s. She felt her head pounding as she tried to remember and figure out where she was and how she got here. She pulled on her bindings. Her chest burned. She looked down at the blue dress that dipped lower, showing off her cleavage. No bra. She was naked underneath.
The sound of footsteps coming toward her had her looking back at the door again. She saw two men, both dressed in black suits, white shirts, and black ties. One bent down and cut the ties. She moved her hands and the other lifted her up.
“Come,” he said and when she tried to walk her legs wouldn’t work.
The other said something in what she thought was Russian. The man holding her lifted
her up and carried her from the room.
They didn’t go out the same door they took the other woman. Instead they went to the right, down a hall, then up a staircase, small, tight. Her arm hit the wall as he carried her it was so small, or maybe he was just so big.
The guy behind him opened a door. They went into a large room. A bedroom. It was extravagant-looking. Her head spun and she felt like vomiting again.
“In the chair. There,” someone stated. He had an accent, too. Who were these men? The room was moving. She gripped the arms of the chair. The man smiled at her.
“Stunning. Absolutely stunning,” he said and then released her chin. He ran his hands along her thighs, then pushed down her top.
She swatted at his hand. “No. Get away from me,” she said and then fell back against the couch.
“Bring Anatoli up here. Tell him I have his order.”
“And Sovolo?”
“He can wait. Boston wants me to get her out of here as quickly as possible,” the man said and the other man left the room.
“Anatoli is going to be very happy with you. This blonde hair and stunning blue eyes,” he whispered, holding her gaze. She shivered and her gut clenched. He was bad. He was evil.
“Who are you? Where am I?”
“Ahh, who am I? Hmm, let me see, I’m the man who lost a brother because of you.”