Page 77 of Beautifully Ruined
But until he’s seen or does something, all my people can do is trace covered steps, look into all his connections, and I know it could take a while.
All this could take a while. Unless we hit on something, which is what this meeting’s about.
We’ll collate the information, and then Enzo and I will decide on a move.
“The dreaded fucking yet,” Enzo mutters. “So, we accept Joseph is clean.”
I nod, then check my watch. The others will be here soon.
And then I hope I find something to make a move. Because the sooner Gianna is found and whatever human trafficking ring Ivan is involved in is uncovered, the sooner I can relax and know my girl is safe.
It’s more than keeping her safe, though.
I don’t want to let her down.
Ever.
I want to be more than the man that turns her on and satisfies all her dark desires.
I want to be her hero.
So, I want to find that girl.
For Vi.
When the last person leaves,both Enzo and I look at each other for the longest time.
Frustration bubbles up, but Enzo takes a long swallow from his energy drink can. He looks at it and wrinkles his nose. “Fuck this natural shit. I need chemicals.” Then he takes me in. “You didn’t think this would be easy, did you?”
I throw him a dark look and tap my fingers on the edge of the table. “Did I think one of them would come in and say hey, I’ve found the man who’s selling little rich girls? No, I did not.”
“I know you want to find this Gianna. And we have the best people, including ourselves, looking into it. Your Vi doesn’t think Daddy’s involved, but we’re keeping someone on him, just in case. There are some other groups, but no one who’d keep someone for that long. And definitely not just one.”
I sigh, looking over my screen at all the places we could start.
“You’re right. That says private buyer, but nothing like that’s making a blip.” I open a website, something most people don’t know about and most people wouldn’t be able to get into.
Even the guy who brought up the place today couldn’t get a look at the girls being moved in or a way to get an invite.
The Dungeon is beyond exclusive…
I look at Enzo. “What do we know about the Dungeon?”
He looks at me. “The sex club?”
When I raise a brow, he says, “I’m just going on what I heard our friend state. I know about it, but I haven’t been. You?”
I shake my head. “No, but girls move in an out, and it’s an anything goes kind of place, right?”
“Your guess is as good as mine. I find nothing on any of the kink sites. You?”
I do a quick search but apart from gossip, no one’s been there. And not that many talk about it. Interestingly, it’s not the hardcore people, either. Then again, there are plenty of clubs out there that cater either to one fetish or a wide array of them.
This…this is something different.
Bug, who brought it to us, said the clientele is exclusive, rich, powerful. And it’s a mix of both sides of the law.
While perhaps a lot of the things that go on in the Dungeon are between consenting adults, I’m thinking there are a lot of things where consent isn’t even thought of.
