The Joy of Revenge

CHAPTER 120 Basement Xavier In a squatting position, | waddled quietly to where the dimmer was.

He was a huge mo fo with an assault rifle and a companion behind him, so | needed to t things right.

| had my gun ready. All | needed to do was reach for the light switch.

“Who are you?” The man asked, slowly moving forward, his assault rifle aimed downward at Sebastian.

“No one, | heard Sebastian's curt answer and his sharp intake of breath. Sebastian was clearly hurting, even though he had a high pain threshold. I should know, I've watched him fight at the pits back when we were in college. | won a lot of money because of him.

“WHO ARE YOU?” The man asked again, but this the sounded pi ssed. “Answeror I'll shoot you.” “Then shoot,” Sebastian taunted him. “As you can see, I'm already bleeding out. Just put out of my misery.” “We need him,” the man behind the huge m otherf ucker said. “Our orders-" “I know what our orders are! You don’t need to-t Perfect. They were arguing. | quickly turned the dial to the brightest setting and heard the men cry out from the glare coming from their night vision goggles. Without hesitation, | stood up and squeezed the trigger, shooting at the man who spoke to Sebastian. He dropped. his gun and stumbled forward with a shocked look on his face.

Blood trickled down his nose from the bullet wound on his forehead before he collapsed on the floor with a loud thud.

| quickly aimed my gun at his companion who | noticed was grasping his neck with his hands. Apparently, Chef got to him first. Blood dozed out of his mouth as he desperately tried to stop the blood from gushing out of his neck. However, the cut was so deep, he succumbed to his death, falling sideways beside his dead friend.

Nice.

1/6 CHAPTER 120 Basement out from a bullet wound near his right shoulder. | checked the wound and saw it was a through and through away from any vitalans. Clean shot. All he needed was the Doc to stitch him up and he was good as new. | took out my knife, cut open his tactical gear, and placed a white cloth over his wound. He grimaced in pain.

| chuckled. “Big baby.” “Since you saved my life, I'll let that slide. By the way, De Luca is hiding in that room over there.” He pointed to the door behind me.

“Why am | not surprised?” | said, knowing De Luca was a coward. “Of all the people y you could bring with you, it had to be him... the pretty boy. Chef, get De Luca out from there.” Chef opened the door and looked in. “Uhm, no De Luca, but there are stairs that lead down to a basement.” | assisted Sebastian to his feet, then took his left hand and raised it to his wound. “Keep pressure on that,” | instructed before talking through the coms. “Men, secure the perimeter. Dina, make sure to transmit my feed to Cristos. We found something and are going to conduct a search.” | called out to Sebastian who was walking towards the basement door. “You should really go see the Doc.” “I'm going downstairs. | need to see what's down there,” he mumbled like a petulant child. and disappeared from the doorway. | rolled my eyes.

Someone needs to save him from himself.

“Fine,” | said, placing a listening device beneath the countertop. | rummaged through my bag, found a small CCTV camera and pinned it on my tactical gear. Cristos needed to see what we saw.

| walked towards the basement door and noticed Chef standing beside it. “Aren't you going to cwith?” “| dislike basements,” he admitted. For such a big man, he had so many aversions. “I'll just stay up here, if you guys don’t mind, and guard the door for you.” That sounded good.

“You're right. We need someone to guard the door,” | said. “Holler if there's a problem. Gun?” He patted the vest of knives he was wearing.

“I'm all set,” he said, then pointed at the dead bodies on the floor. “If | need a gun, I'll just borrow his.” 2/6 CHAPTER 120 Basement Alrighty then.

| quickly went down the stairs to find a slightly opened steel door. No wonder De Luca left Sebastian on his own.

He was preoccupied with picking the lock.

| coughed, covering my nose with my hand. The smell coming from the room was horrible, like something died down here.

| swung the door open to air out the room and gasped in horror to find a young girl lying naked on a king sized bed with her arms hanging above her head, chained to the wall.

The room was dank, dirty and dim with h orizontal slit-type windows. As | approached the bed, | noticed she had blonde hair just like Joy's.

The hairs on my arm quickly stood up as | imagined the horror of Joy chained up like this inside this smelly dirty room at the mercy of Pete.

As De Luca picked the lock of the padlock on the chain around the girl's wrists, | helped Sebastian cover the girl with the soiled bed sheets she was lying on. She had many bruises. and wounds over her body.

Aside from the bed and the girl, there was nothing else in here, not even a chair.

“Do you have any water?” Sebastian asked. “She's dehydrated.” | nodded my head and rummaged through my backpack without saying a word, still in shoc to find a young girl in such a distressing state. | took out my water bottle, then leaned over to check her pulse. It was faint and erratic.

She was near death. | lifted her head gently and placed a few drops on her pale chapped lips.

| saw her pink tongue lick the water from her lips. “More,” she whispered. | raised her head, placed the spout of my water bottle in her mouth and allowed her to sip. After drinking, she opened her eyes a little. The skin around her eyes were bruised and she smelled of her own urine and feces.

| felt so angry. Pete had no right to this to these girls.

“Just a bit more and I'm done. There you go. Free,” De Luca said, finally unlocking the padlock and unchaining the small wrists of the young girl.

Her hands dropped on the bed. She didn’t have any strength left.

3/6 CHAPTER 120 Basement “Are you the police?” She asked in a hushed voice.

“Not exactly,” | answered. “But we're going to take you home. | promise.” “Thank you,” she murmured, before fainting. | picked her up from the bed and handed her to De Luca.

“Chef is waiting upstairs,” | said.. “Take her to Mandan and tell the Doc to patch her up. S, you go with her. I'm going to install a CCTV in here, then I'm going to take a look around.” “No, | want to-"” Sebastian protested, but | cut him off.

“What | need you to do is be with her and gain her trust,” | told him. “Besides, look at yourself. You're bleeding all over the place. You really need to go and see Doc.” Sebastian nodded his head and gestured to De Luca to follow him. | took a small portable drill from my backpack, drilled through the wall fronting the bed and placed a small camera inside the hole | created. Then, I quickly placed a few listening devices underneath the bed.

| was placing a bug on the headboard of the bed when | noticed a small button beside it. | pushed it.

The wall on the right side of the bed swung open. Inside was a cage with a women lying in the center. Unlike the other girl, she had a thin white night gown on.

She also had blonde hair just like Joy's. She was tall and thin, bruises all over her arms and legs... and she wasn’t moving.

| unhooked my small pouch of tools from my belt and picked the lock. After several moments, | was able to open the cage. | checked for a pulse and let out a sigh of relief when | found one. It was strong.

“I'm thirsty,” she moaned.

“What's your name?” | asked, grabbing my water bottle from the side pocket of my bag and wetting her lips. She licked her lips then opened her eyes. | noticed they were blue just like Joy's eyes.

| moved her hair away from her face. Although her eyes and hair were like Joy's, she didn’t look like her.

4/6 CHAPTER 120 Basement “Cris, stop playing. I'm Virtue,” she mumbled. “Why did you leavelocked up for days. Did you forget about me?"” The hairs on my arm stood up again. All this time, Pete and Cris were fulfilling a fantasy.

A sick, twisted fantasy where they brutalized Virtue over and over again.

All this while, we were focusing on Pete, thinking Cris was just his wingman. He was playing all of us for fools.

Cris wasn’t m entally ill. It was just a ploy.

| lifted the girl in my arms. Just like the first one, she was light as a feather and smelled like urine. | headed towards the door and quickly went up the steps to find Chef waiting.

“Take the girl and leave,” | instructed Chef. “I'm going to do more snooping around.” “The men have rigged the gates to the mansion with explosives,” he said, handinga detonator before taking the girl. “That will buy you stime.” “Thanks,” | said. “Keepposted.” He nodded his head and left.

“Dina, | want you to check on Cris Murdock. I've been too focused on another that | forgot about him,” | said, heading towards the study of the mansion. On the blueprint, the office was near the stairs.

“Actually, Primo has been keeping a close watch on Cris Murdock, X. He believes Cris is sti in contact with Pete,” Dina answered. “Anyway, we saw Cris standing in front of the pub through CCTV. Primo thought it odd, so he called the Blood Disciples posing as Bo employees to cto the pub for drinks,” Dina answered. Good. At least Cristos wasn't as reckless as Sebastian.

As | walked through the mansion, | was fighting the urge to set the place on fire. But if | did, Pete wouldn't cback. | wanted him to return, so | could personally shoot him myself.

| found the office and like the coroner's, it was empty. Unfortunately, there was no switch or anything to indicate a hidden room behind a wall.

| noticed the rug underneath the table. Unlike the rugs in the living room, this one didn’t have any plastic on it. | pushed the table and chair aside and rolled the rug up.

The so nofabitch had a hidden basement door.

5/6 CHAPTER 120 Basement However, this didn’t lead to the room where we found the two girls. This was an entirely different section.

| was about to open it when | heard static fill my earpiece.

“X, we got a couple of bogeys headed your way, moving fast. ETA seven minutes,” Dina said.

1 switched coms to speak with my driver.

“I need you to stall the vehicles heading towards the mansion. He laughed. My driver was ex-military and was waiting for an opportunity to cause mayhem.

“By all means, X.

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