Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Anastasia. Have I met her?” I asked.
“I don’t know. There’s also Truly Garnet. She’s left the property twice, gone on excursions with Joseph. She’s exceptional. More submissive tendencies than Anastasia and you prefer submissive tendencies, if I recall.”
“You recall correctly. Truly. Have I met her?” I asked.
Angel’s face lit up.
“She was present at the get-together in the Townsend room the night you arrived.”
“Oh. I remember,” I said low. “She’d be…yeah. She’d be good.”
“I’ll arrange it. Where should we send her?”
“Let me get you a text. That okay? This number?”
“Of course, that’s okay and yes. She’ll have a guard with her who can remain with you or, if you like, you can send him back.”
“It’s probably better he stay.”
“You have no concerns with her. I assure you.”
“Good to know. But I’d feel better. I’m still a novice at this… you know, lifestyle.”
“I understand. And you won’t be for long, I’m sure.” There was humor in his voice.
“Text you soon. See you when I’m back tomorrow, tomorrow night.”
“Good. See you tomorrow then. Thank you for the update, Dario. Er…Mr. Ferrano.”
“Call me Dario, man. And thanks, buddy.”
I hung up. Little asshole was trying to get upgraded from Mr. Ferrano to Dario. He could have that. For today.
Truly apparently knew the place like the back of her hand. Lisa and I had been on the phone and she’d given me some information about layouts, exits, and other stuff she could remember from her last days there. The last few months before Pop bought her, she’d been doing a lot of training and working with subs so she had access to areas Angel wouldn’t have much knowledge of. Truly had been at Kruna for ten years. Her information added to the mix would be invaluable.
We’d strong-arm a few guards on their break and replace them with a couple of our guys who, once inside, can put the rest of the plan into action.
Zack had people on the way. We had Tommy, Nino, and Tino coming.
Zack was fiddling on his phone.
“Alessandro Romero is sharing some resources. Whatever we need. He has a few staff members in Thailand. He’s sending us a computer hacker who can help us with power, security systems, and camera feeds. All of it. Guy should be here in forty-five minutes. And he says he has a cache here. We have access to all the guns we want.”
“Why?” I asked.
“He wants to be an ally,” Zack said. “He has reasons.” Zack didn’t make eye contact with Angel when he said this. She looked a little bit baffled by the conversation. I changed the subject, not wanting to bring Holly into this.
“Why does he even know about this?” I demanded, but this was good. I’d just been thinking about how to get help from someone who was good with computers. I thought I’d have to call on a resource that would have to help me remotely. Here was better.
“I can’t tell you that.” Zack shrugged.
“I need this stuff,” I told him, handing him a piece of paper with a list of items. “Can you get me this stuff right now?”
“You making a bomb?” Zack asked, eyes on the list.
I smiled.
Angel’s eyes went wide.
“I can get you this stuff in an hour,” Zack said, folding the paper and stuffing it into his jeans pocket.
“This is why we pay you the big bucks,” I said.
Tommy and Tia arrived then, with Nino and Tino.
We put the girls in the adjoining bedroom and shut the door and sat and worked on the plan. But the girls kept finding excuses to come out so we didn’t send them back and before long, they were listening, adding their two cents.
Nino and Tino wanted to be part of the ground crew. They’d help get the slaves out, the partners and members segregated some place where we could make them hurt.
Two hours later, Angel and I met the security guard who brought Truly to us.
She got out of a car after her guard opened her door. He was a tall, Asian bodybuilder type. Two seconds after he shut her door, one of Zack’s employees stepped up behind him and stuck a syringe in his neck. The big guy went down like a tree falling, we put him in a van, and he was being taken to be interrogated.
Truly stood there, dumbfounded, her long, curly red hair tamed in a demure headband. She was dressed in a sundress similar to the dress I first saw my angel in. She looked shell shocked.
“You’re okay,” I told her. “We’re here to help.” I passed her my cell phone. Lisa was on the other end.
She held the phone to her ear, looking shaky.
“Hello?”
After intently listening for a minute, a big smile spread across her face.
She passed me my phone and threw her arms around Angel, a huge smile on her face, tears in her eyes. Then she stopped, pressed her hands down in a self-calming gesture. “I can process all these feelings I’m having later. Let’s fucking do this first!”