One too Many

Chapter 2

Zeiden

We dealt with everyone in that warehouse in 20 minutes. We don't need any information they have because we know all of it. We know the people involved, their locations, where they take the victims, and what they do to them. We know every little detail there is to know, thanks to mom's programs and planing. That woman is pure genius. 

"How do you think she is holding up?" Asks Zayin with concern in his voice. Zayin is the sunshine of our group, but when it comes to mom he gets worried the most. He thinks that he is the cause of her sickness, but that could not be further than the truth. He has nothing to do with it, but the way the events played that night caused him to blame himself.

"She is okay Zayin. She just needs rest. She is very exhausted after that motherfuckers' sick show" replied Zain as he keeps looking around for any threats. Zain is our rational medic guy when mom and Oliver are not around. He always thinks logically and positively. He is the male version of mom.

Zaid on the other hand is the complete opposite. He is always angry and has a temper. He uses his fists before his brain, and that is why he always gets a beating from mom. He is very protective of us, gets mad when we get hurt, then he is on the hunt to kill that motherfucker milksop son of a bitch, his words not mine.

Then we have Oliver, our other sunshine. He is the doctor after mom. He is also our mechanic along sides Oscar. Oscar is worse than Zaid in the temper department, he only listens to mom and uncle Alfred. He is our weapons and medicine dealer. Despite his temper he is very good at business.

Then there is me, I'm mostly working on the computer hacking and gaining information.

We all know how to fight, whether it's physically or using any type of weapons. We all know how to use the internet to gain information, hacking basically. And we all know some degree of medical knowledge. But each one of us specializes in something to get the jobs done faster. Mom insisted we learn any skills we can and of course she taught us every single bit of knowledge we have. Like I said before, the woman is genius.

Then we have mom, the head of operation. She is the doctor, scientist, sniper, planner of our group and much more. Whatever she says, happens. Lets not forget that she is always right. She treats her people with respect and fairness, thats why she has armies of loyal people.

What we do basically is clean the world from the walking garbage we find around. We torture and kill human traffickers and pedophiles. But tonight we did not get to torture them, or 'give them a taste of their own medicine' as people say, because mom's rest is more important.

After we kill the fuckers we take the survivors, usually kids and women, to our compound. Mom built a city for the victims.

Yup, you heard me right, a whole fucking city. It has schools, shops, clinics, jobs, restaurants, parks, play grounds, and anything your heart desires. It even has a mall.

Every victim we save, mom sits with them hugs them, treats them, and reassures them that everything will be ok. The survivors that have families, we bring them back to their families if they want. The ones with no families, we take to the city created specifically for them.

The city is not on the map and it is very well hidden and has the best security you can imagine. It is the most secured place in the world if I have to say so myself. Only us, our crew, and the people living there know about it.

Mom wanted to provide a safe space for the survivors where they can start their lives again without the need to worry about those sick fucks again. And I think she succeeded. It's been 5 years now and things look amazing in the city. It's the city of Hope.

We arrive at the car, each taking their seats. I turn around and look for mom. She is sitting crossed leg with a blanket draped around her shoulders and the laptop across her feet. Her eyes searching us for any injuries. She still looks pale and tired. After she makes sure we are came back in one piece, her heterochromatic eyes lands on me to give her a report.

"Everything went well. There were 22 people in total. All dead now. They were planing on doing some sick ritual on victims they were planning on taking." I grit out the last part. What a bunch of disgusting filthy beings. Good they are dead now, the world does not need any more garbage.

"How are you doing?" I ask gently as I finish the report for her.

"I'm a little tired, but fine over all." She replies with a soft smile. We all relax hearing that. Mom never lies to us, especially about her health. She also forbids us from lying to each other, she always says that if family members lie to each other, then there is no trust between them, no matter the reason.

We all relax visibly. And Zayin starts driving us home.

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Mariposa Samara

As Zayin starts driving, I close my laptop and lean my head on Zaid's shoulder and put my legs in Zain's lap. My head is throbbing and I want a much needed sleep. Zaid maneuvers me so I am lying across his chest and Zain holds my legs in place, draping the blanket over me.

"Go to sleep. We have a long way before we are home." Said Zain as he started to massage my feet. Oh my God, I needed that massage so much. I have been on my feet all day today.

"Don't forget tomorrow boys. I need two of you to go get the shipment for uncle. Its our usual dealer. Make sure you look for any suspicious behaviour." I say as I try to stay awake.

"Yes, Ma'am." I hear one of the boys answer as I drift to a not very peaceful sleep.

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Author Note:
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