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❝𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. ❞
Renata Vartanov had been through hell. Sold to a brothel and thrusted into prostitution at thirteen along with her then toddler...
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✯𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓸✯
"Stay alert. Do not fucking stray from the plan," I instructed my team once again as a bouncer let me into the underground bidding site after checking my fake IDs.
The bouncer was built like a tank, huge muscles and tall, imposing figure with an expression colder than the arctic. But it seemed like with every other bouncer I'd encountered, that Mother Nature had traded brains for brawn.
He didn't bother to check for my name on the roster and waved me in the moment I presented an ID. No bodily searches; no questions, nothing. The man had the same amount of brain cells as a walnut. Either that or he'd seen enough people at the job to completely lose interest in doing it.
Whatever it was, it provided me with easy entry, but an unexpected dread still pricked my skin like red hot needles when I entered.
I had a feeling something was wrong, or something would go wrong.
𝑁𝑜, 𝑛𝑜, 𝑛𝑜. I couldn't have thoughts like that right now. Any other day, my paranoia was a friend, a security net stopping me from plunging into heart stopping uncertainties. Today, it was my biggest foe, and I could not let it screw me over.
There was too much on the line.
I entered the dimly lit space that was more expansive on the inside.
There were rows and rows of chairs and bidders, men and women alike.
My sights surged toward the stage, it was empty, save for a few microphones and stools.
They hadn't started the bidding yet.
The space was almost full, with the few remaining seats being in the front.
𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡. I followed behind a trio of men walking toward the front seats, blending in with the crowd as I took a seat.
"I'm in. The show hasn't started yet, but it will soon. Cata, is your team in position?" I questioned through the earpiece nestled inconspicuously in my left ear.
"Yes, capo. The guards at the back are knocked out, and we have a visual on the container." She replied.
"They're unloading the boys out of it now." She added, and I hummed in response.
"How do they look?" I asked.
I knew Ricci wasn't a compassionate man, but he wouldn't have starved the boys if he'd intended on selling them. Bidders always craved healthy looking appearances on their 'prizes'.
"You'll see them yourself. They should be out on the stage in three minutes." She responded.
"Good."
"Hello, handsome. Are you here alone?" A purple haired chick with a wicked grin, too much makeup, and too little clothing sat beside me.
