The Merchant of the Black Market, A Lex Jackson thriller: Book two

Chapter 52: Private Auction

Toulon, France

Azalea Pov:

The Gulfstream descended through the sky onto the private runway where the armour  GMC's parked,  and waiting for them.  Azalea glanced out the window, at the scenery of that She was looking at. The aircraft roared to a stop in front the of the vehicles.  Armed men with MP5 submachine guns clutched intheir hands wearing balaclavas that covered their faces stood guard outside.

She rose where from she was sitting.  Strolling over to the door and pushed a button that made the door open that lead onto a large staircase.  After a while the private collectors got up from where they were sitting , followed Azalea down the staircase and over to the GMC's.

The armed mercenary grabbed the back door, as he opened it for Grey.  She had never been to France before but there was always a first time.  She climbed into the back seat of the GMC as the mercenary closed the door behind her.

As the collectors climbed into the back of the GMC's the mercenaries opened the door for them, after that they closed the doors behind.  they sauntered over to the driver-side. The lead mercenary grabbed the door, as he climbed closing the door behind him. The other man climbed into the passenger side and his closed door.

The GMC's drove through the Meditterean resort town passing by some old buildings, and shops with cafe-lined promenade.  She looked out the window at the beautiful mediterrean coast and the massive port with the luxury yachts and the colourful fishing boats.  She could picture herself laying low while oneof her clients deposited ten million dollars into one of her offshore bank accounts.

Driving down the winding hill road passing trees with green leafs, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her burner as she entered ten digit number that she had memorized before. Still she had a strange a feeling about the lady with the darksunglasses on her.  She didn't know what it was? It was dajv again?

But whatever it was? It would have to wait right now her main concern was the collectors. Yes she had travelled all over the world eliminating the targets her clients had paid to do. She was even more amazed at who these private collectors were, she remembered what Victor had to said her before she left to fly here.

"My collectors are dangerous and powerful people their security is vital important to me"

They had driven through the countryside before entering the village.  From what she could see there were plenty of cafes terraces,restaurants and shops with vineyards olive grooves, and almond trees.  She wondered why Victor had chose this village for the black market? It wasn't her job to question him. Pretty soon they would pulling up to Chateau de Lourmarin. She figured that castle must be of Victor private auction houses.

The GMC's pulled up to the castle as they parked along the pathway leading to the Chateau. The mercenaries stepped out, grabbing the back door for her and the collectors. As they sauntered up the pathway to the Chateau Victor strolled out to greet them. 

Azalea noticed that there was lots of security men walking around with MP5 in clutched in their grip. They were probably hired by Victor she figured with what he selling here at the private auction, he didn't wouldn't want to take any chances with it.  After all this was like no other auction before this was the black market.

"Welcome Lourmarin I hope your brought a lot of money with you," Victor said in Maltese accent.

They were led up the pathway to the old fashion door, as Victor grabbed the door opening it for them. Strolling into the medieval corridor Azalea was stunned by how beautiful the castle was. She saw the all the paintings and relics that he had smuggled into the black market. She kept glancing back at the Woman in the dark sunglasses.