DANTE'S POV
You would think this fucking idiot would run, change locations or something and look for a different place to stay when he found out someone killed his friend, but no, the mother fucker didn't budge and I feel fucking insulted. He must probably underestimate me because he didn't even get more guards to protect his mansion.
I disabled all his alarms so nothing and no one would be alerted while I break into his house. Just like the other guy I killed, this man uses this secluded mansion as a place to bring all the girls he buys.
I already killed all the guards that were outside so easily, you would think they had a suicide wish or something. I make my way unnoticeably around the house and stand still when I hear a rough manly voice coming from upstairs. Bingo. I walk upstairs and notice a guard blocking a door. I hide behind a wall and intentionally make a sound to draw him towards my direction and once I have my hands on him, I strangle him until he passes out.
My target sounds like he's talking to a someone and I get my weapons ready, preparing to barge into his room and start fucking shooting everyone, but I stop in my tracks when I hear a low muffle and a painful feminine sound coming from inside.
"If you weren't so fucking stubborn, you wouldn't be suffering this much. Just open your legs and give me what I want bitch." My target barks out and I hear what sounds like a slap. My blood boils and my nostrils flare up with anger at the realization that he must be in there right now with an innocent girl he bought, doing unspeakable things to her. Things that were done to my sister.
I stop thinking and act solely on anger as I kick his door down and walk courageously in his room, but a deep and searing pain rushes through me at the sound of a gun-shot, with a bullet connecting to the skin on my shoulder. I just got shot.
"Fuck.." I whisper and spot the guard in the room who just shot me, raising his hand quickly to put another bullet through my skin, but this time, I react faster than he does and shoot a bullet straight through the guard's skull. He falls limp to the floor and I hear a scream from the girl who's naked on a bed.
I fume with anger and sink my fingers into my shoulders. I ignore the pain as I grab the bullet with my fingertips and pull it out of my shoulder with a painful grunt. I'm not even worried about the pain I'm feeling right now. I just want to kill this fool, get what I came for and get this girl the hell away from here.
My target looks at me with wide eyes and rushes towards a gun on a table. I tilt my head at him in irritation and put a bullet through his wrist. He screams in agony and falls to the floor. I keep my eyes on him as I head towards the girl on the bed. She doesn't look a day over twenty and the fear in her eyes as she watches me walk towards her breaks me to a million pieces.
I don't even want to imagine how traumatized she must be. Can't even imagine the horrors she has been through wherever this man brought her from.
I grab a cloth and toss it at her and I keep my gaze soft as I look at her, raising my hands to let her know I mean no harm. "You're safe now. I suggest you close your eyes because what I'm about to do to him is quite nasty."
She continues staring at me in shock as she covers herself up. I turn my attention towards my target, walking towards him with evil spreading through my chest. I pick him up and take out a sharp dagger strapped to my thighs and cut off both his wrists.
He screams but all it does is make me chuckle lightly. I love it when they scream. I love it when they beg. It makes me high and murderous. It makes me want to torture them so I can hear them scream more.
I toss him to a chair and grab his cheeks aggressively. "Look at me you pig." I say and slap him hard so he doesn't pass out from the pain. He flutters his eyes open and gazes into mine with fear.
"I'm very annoyed. So I won't make this long but only if you corporate." I point towards the girl in bed. "Tell me where you found her and I'll make all of this less painful for you."
"You're the one who killed Alfredo?" The man says, probably referring to his friend I killed a day ago. So he did know about it but still chose to stay here? How fucking stupid is he?
I lick my teeth and land a punch to his face and I think I hear his nose crack. The sound excites me even more and I widen my eyes at him, blood running from his nose and staining my hands.
"I ask the questions around here. Tell me where the fuck you found her. Where is the organization located?" My target starts shedding tears and I fight the urge to land another punch to his face.
"I don't know man. No one knows exactly where it's found. Only VIP clients get to go to the main organization. People like me, we just buy the girls from middle men for a few nights and then they're taken right back, but I have no idea where they're actually based. This girl isn't even from the real organization. Girls like her are in preparation to be taken to the organization so they let people like me experiment on them, to get the girls a bit used to their new life."
He coughs up blood as he talks.
These people keep a low profile and they know there's someone killing their clients. They know about you and they're careful. You'll never find them. They're too powerful and if you think getting me is getting you closer to them then you're wrong. I'm nothing to them. I'm not even close to one of their important clients or investors. I mostly just deal with the middle men man, I swear."
The man explains and I get even angrier. If what he's saying is true, that means this girl was just recently kidnapped and she hasn't been to the real organization yet. So this man and all of his friends, their job is to initiate the girls into the life they'll be introduced to once they're finally taken to the organization. It's fucking sick!
If he meets with middle men, that means he has some of their contacts and added to the addresses I got from my other target a day ago, I can be able to find these middle men and get some more reliable information out of them.
"Those middle men, tell me how I can contact them." I demand and the idiot doesn't hesitate to answer me.
"I have a safe, behind the painting on the wall. The combination is 1357." He answers me and I know he's not lying but he may be withholding more information from me. So, I take out my dagger and start digging slowly into the flesh on his face.
"I swear that's all. Please stop." He begs and once I know he's not hiding anything else, I pull out my gun and put a bullet through his skull. The girl startles with a scream, staring at the dead body on the floor with wide eyes. Before I can walk towards her, she passes out on the bed.
She must have already been so scared and I just scared her even more with my brutality and gun shots. I need to get her the hell away from here and I need to find a way to take care of the bullet wound I have on my shoulder.
With the adrenaline rush I felt a few moments ago, I didn't really focus on the pain but I've already lost a lot of blood and the bullet left a pretty deep wound.
I walk towards the safe, ignoring the pulsing pain in my shoulder. Since I started doing this man hunt, this is the first time I've been shot and I have a feeling it's going to happen more often if I'm not careful enough.
I grab the documents I need and walk towards the bed, picking up the girl bridal style. I bleed even more with the weight of her body on my arms. I get us to my car and drive her to my house.
I may not have gotten everything I hoped for today but I have the contacts of all the middle men that asshole ever interacted with so with luck, I can maybe trace their numbers but I have to be fast cause once they find out he's dead, they'll erase every trace of them and I'll be back to square one.
So I increase my speed on my car and in two hours, I reach my house with the girl. I carry her up to my room and place her gently in bed. She doesn't look like she has any bruises or wounds on her skin. She just looks tired and it's nothing a warm bath, food and some rest wont fix.
I grab the documents that contain the middle men's contacts and head over to my office at home. Still with blood dripping from my wound, I get to work, inserting every single number into my server and start with the tracking. Some of the numbers have already been deleted from existence.
I find five numbers and four of them fail except one. I focus on the one number that's trackable and continue tracking. But the number is encrypted with some sort of security code that is pretty hard to crack. I can tell I'm going to be in here for hours.
After hours and hours of tracking the same number, I finally pick up on a signal and I know exactly where to find this middle man. Presently, he's not in New York, so I'll have to fly out to where he is as soon as I get the girl I brought home a safe place to stay.
As I rise from my chair, I suddenly feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and my heart falls to my stomach when I see who it is. Adeline.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I was supposed to meet her at six p.m. today. I look at the time and mentally slap myself. It's fucking nine p.m. already. How the hell did I forget?
I open her message to see what it says.
"I waited for you. I understand you were maybe busy with work. Don't bother coming if you don't have the time. Good night, Dante."
My heart literally shatters as I read her message. I fucked up again.
And this time it's different because I can't see her until my wound heals. I can't have her asking me questions about why I have a bullet wound. And I have to leave New York because if I don't leave now, I'll lose this lead and I don't know if I can afford that.
So it's a choice between everything I've been fighting for and Adeline. I wish I could just explain everything to her but she won't understand. I close my eyes and fall back to my seat, resting my head on the spinning chair.
I decide to send her a risky text. A text that will probably make her hate me forever. A text that will make her never trust me again.
"Got to leave New York for probably a few weeks. I'm so sorry I couldn't make it to dinner. It's urgent. Please don't hate me, Adeline. I'll make it up to you."