Page 10 of A Midnight Romance
“We work hard and make an honest living, yet we’re still not good enough for these gold-digging women who only want our money,” Rich complains, an undertone of anger to his words.
I raise a brow, still in the dark about where he’s headed with this.
“We intend to avenge men by getting back at the self-serving women who’ve sidelined them in favor of better-looking, more successful ones.”
Nolen smooths his suit. “The ones who spend their hard-earned money on buying drinks and dinners, to only get a quick peck on the cheek at the end of the night and sometimes not even a call back.”
Such a stand-up guy. I wonder why anyone wouldn’t want to date him?
“With my support, we have the funds to lure, capture, and keep these women,” Andrew chimes in. “For a very negotiated price, any man can take advantage of our services, intending to do whatever they choose to do with them.”
I’ve had my suspicions about Andrew awhile, and it looks like my instincts were correctagain.
“For forty-eight hours, we get to share them,” Nolen adds with a sick twinkle in his eye. “We’re guaranteeing that hard-working men will receive what they desire after they’ve fully paid.”
What the fuck.
“This is an entire operation,” I hear Sebastian comment.
I subtly adjust my earpiece but don’t respond.
Sucking in a breath, I hide my disgust, morphing back into character. “Tell me more.”
Looks like I’ve added three more monsters to my kill list.
Chapter 4
River
“They’ll catch you, you asshole.” This piece of shit is the man we captured at this hell hole of a cabin, and he’s referring to the four men involved in a ring of the rape and torture of women.
When the head guys looped me into their little organization two nights ago at the club, I knew I had to step in. After a call with my FBI contact, we were able to quickly put the pieces together. I realized these sick fucks are trying to mimic a college ring that was busted twenty years ago.
With a balaclava comfortably covering my face and my favorite knife at his throat, I shrug and say, “Maybe they will. Maybe they won’t.”
“Do you know who I am?” he threatens, his limbs thrashing against the thick rope binding him to the rickety wooden chair.
Based on the information Sebastian uncovered, this guy is their scout. His job consists of finding secluded locations where they can conduct theirbusiness.
“I do not,” I say. “However, judging by your appearance, you’re probably a low-level henchman.”
He grits his teeth together, the stains telling me he’s been up in the mountains for some time without a toothbrush. “I run this whole fucking place.”
“I’m sure you do,” I tell him, clamping his shoulder. “And now you’re going to tell me what I need to know.”
A sinister smile creeps across his complacent face. “Fuck you.”
“My friend,” I start, pressing the blade harder against his skin. “This can go one of two ways. Either you tell me more information about if there are more locations you use, or my cousin Sebastian will hold you down so I can sever each of your fingers one by one.”
A small drop of blood leaks from the cut onto his lip from where I knocked it out earlier. His tongue darts out to lick it. “I’m not telling you shit.”
“Why do they always make it difficult on themselves?” I roll my eyes. These fuckers always do. “Look, Pete. Can I call you Pete?”
“You’re going to regret this.”
“I doubt that,” I reply, circling his chair. I move my knife down and across his chest, behind his back, before I return to the front. He winces, attempting to move away, but he’s bound to the chair.
“The rest of the house is clear.” Sebastian’s boots slam against the hardwood floor as he enters the room. “But there are women in the basement,” he adds with a sigh.
