Vengeful Matrimony | ✔️

Chapter 84

NICHOLAS

If someone had told me I'd be attending a human trafficking auction by one in the fucking morning, I'd have covered the fees for their mental institution checkups just to make sure all the pot he smoked wasn't fucking with his brain, but here I was, with a mask on my face, being led to their 'exclusive room' where the event was supposed to hold.

Gregorio had turned this house in a secluded neighborhood into his permanent residence after I burned his jewelry store down, and all it took was his naïve daughter to lead me right to him. He'd cut off all public communications, after all, but after some digging around, I found out that Gregorio was talking to skin traders and other sex traffickers.

Why? The fucker was hosting his first ever 'auction', and after speaking to one of them as an interested buyer, they gave me an address. Be here at 12:50 sharp, they said.

"Nicholas' bride is on the list, too. Did you hear?" I heard a man say to his colleague, swirling his whiskey in his cup as I took my seat at a different table next to them.

Both men still had their masks on. I didn't have to know who they were. They were all going to die tonight.

The other man chuckled. "Really? How much do you think she'd cost? I might try to get my hands on her just so I can gloat in front of the smug asshole."

"It's Nicholas' bride," the first one deadpanned. "What do you expect? Gregorio is going to charge up on her head, that's for sure."

Discomfort and disgust pricked at my skin from just being in their hearing distance. I stood because I knew if I didn't get the fuck out of here, I'd blow my cover.

"Bathroom," I said to the guard positioned outside the door.

"Down the hall. Last door on your right," he replied with a mild Russian accent.

Interesting.

Rocco had gotten the Bratva on his side to do his dirty work. We didn't cross paths with the Bratva often, and when we did, there was no animosity between both parties. We weren't allies either, and I was happy to leave them on their merry way. They clearly didn't want that, since they were joining Rocco to carry out his dirty work. I'd save them for the last.

I brushed past him, heading in the bathroom's direction. Once I got into the bathroom, I pushed the stupid mask off my face. I already had a text from Lachlan when I got my phone out of my pocket.

Got in.

NICHOLAS: Good. Let me know the moment you find her. There seems to be a delay with whatever stupid show Gregorio put together.

LACHLAN: Got it. Just so you know, I ripped the knee of my pants because of you. They cost me two thousand.

I rolled my eyes at the text.

NICHOLAS: Since when did you get so money hungry? Get the fucking job done.

LACHLAN: When have I never? As for the money hungry part, a couple thousand won't hurt you. You're a spoiled rich kid with a father who left him billions before his death.

NICHOLAS: Get. The. Fucking. Job. Done.

LACHLAN: Have little faith in me, Niko? In case you've forgotten, I'm the reason you and Ambrose escaped and have your freedom.

I could never forget. I met Lachlan at my uncle's camp, and he seemed to be the only one without friends. The other guys there called him weird, and from what he'd told us later on, he enjoyed being alone. That was until we got paired for a mission together. He wouldn't stop calling me a rich kid the moment he found out who my father was.