Sapphire (29 page)

“Here, man, let me get her. You lead the way. I presume we’re gonna put her in with the rest of girls, wherever you guys have them stashed.”

“Yeah. We’re shipping them all out within the hour.”

Sapphire kept her body limp when Noah tossed her up over his shoulder and slung her upside down against his muscular back. It was all Sapphire could do to keep from kissing the agent’s coffee-colored skin in relief. When he patted her butt, she would have smiled except that it was all she could do to keep from vomiting from the remains of the drug. She closed her eyes fighting the dizziness and prayed that Noah would be one of the men guarding the merchandise. Having a member of the team with her was better than they could have hoped for. But that was not to be.

“Put her here, man. We’ll box her up with the others. Sure as hell hopes she wakes up soon. Roberto wants them on-site within the hour. And hell, it takes at least a couple of hours for the women to get them dressed and made up.” He cackled an ugly laugh. “Correction, it takes more time than you can imagine getting them
undressed
and looking like the innocent little sluts that they are.”

Noah squeezed her arm as he laid her gently on the linoleum covered floor. At Manuel’s order he leaned her against the wall and followed the tyrant out the door. Sapphire did her best to shake off the rest of the effects of the drug, gratified that she could open her eyes without the room reeling crazily in front of her. The only sounds she heard were soft snivels and an occasional sob. Glancing round the room Sapphire’s stomach turned in a series of gut wrenching somersaults. Fighting the nausea threatening to undo her, she studied the silent girls she saw cowering on the floor of the barren room. She forced herself to ignore the fact that none of the stark white, wide-eyed girls were more than eighteen, if that. She knew that Aimee Carpenter was seventeen and the trembling young woman she recognized from her photographs had to be the oldest girl in the room. It was obvious from their vacant stares that their captors had used medicinal restraints to keep them quiet and malleable.

Sapphire eased across the room on her hands and knees, then sat cross-legged in front of the cowering girls. She put her finger to her lips, cautioning them. Ensuring that the door was closed she tapped on her com. She knew that Noah had already assured the team that she was in place; nevertheless, she knew it was important that they—make that Jase—hear her voice.

She spoke softly. “Listen to me. I’m here to help you. No, no. Don’t say anything. The guards will be back any moment. They’re going to take us somewhere. I don’t know where, but I’ll be with you. Do you understand? But please, don’t let them know that I’m helping you. We need the bad men to think that I am just like you. Please nod if you understand.”

When all the girls nodded in response, Sapphire breathed a sigh of relief. At least whatever drugs they were on had made them docile, easier to manage. Her relief was short-lived, when the door banged open and four large men barreled in. Several of the girls began to cry. One of the youngest-looking ones began to rock back and forth moaning, a frightening sing-song sound. Sapphire moved next to her and made sure that she stayed at her side as the big men herded the stumbling group to the door. Sapphire forced herself not to resist when one of the men yanked her hands behind her back and secured them with a zip tie. Before she could resist, he’d dragged a blindfold over her eyes and shoved her forward. She would have fallen if it weren’t for the strong arms that caught her and murmured against her ear. Relieved that Noah was with the hideous men, she tried to ignore the frightened cries and sobs of the young girls around her.

The roar of the engines and rush of air that met them as they were dragged outside, confirmed that they were likely at a heliport. Strong arms picked her up and tossed her inside of the helicopter. She tried to break her fall but smashed her head against a steel beam of some sort, sending shock waves of pain through her head.

An angry voice she didn’t recognize shouted.

“Dammit! Be careful. God help us if we get so much as a mark on any one of these pussies. Especially her. Hell, the boss man has big plans for her!”

After what seemed like hours, but was more likely thirty minutes at the most, still blindfolded and tied, Sapphire was dragged out of the transport vehicle along with the sobbing girls bedside her, across what felt like a lawn and into a cool tiled room. A big man ripped off her blindfold and cut the plastic ties binding her wrists. Five large men shoved the cowering group into a cavernous room smelling heavily of perfume and hair products, and slammed and locked the door behind them. Glancing around the room, Sapphire saw make up stations like those in a beauty salon lined up against three of the four walls. Staring at the reflections in the multiple mirrors, Sapphire turned to the obviously terrified girls huddling around her and motioned for them to be quiet.

She whispered, “Listen to me. They are going to dress us and put makeup on us. It’s going to be okay. I promise you. Good men will be here soon to help us. But you have to be brave and do what I tell you or we won’t be safe.”

Sapphire barely had time to quiet the frightened girls when a group of sturdy-looking women entered. There had to be at least ten of them. Two of them were pushing a large cart filled with what looked like clothing the others were carrying make up trays. Doing her best to look as frightened and drugged as the young women, Sapphire gave in to the ministrations of the officious women who began to work on them. Apparently oblivious, or not caring what they were preparing the terrified young girls for, the women chattered among themselves. Sapphire picked up the sounds of Russian and Czechoslovakian among the more prevalent sibilant Spanish. As they finished with the girls they lined them up against the wall to survey their handiwork.

Sapphire tried to swallow the gorge welling up in her throat. To a person, the young women were gorgeous. Carefully applied makeup made them glamorous—but more like children playing dress up with their mothers’ cosmetics. Sapphire thought, with a clenching breath, that they looked like a bevy of young girls auditioning for kiddie porn. Their costumes, or lack of them, underscored the conflicting images. All of them were naked from the waist up. Their nipples had been rouged and pinched to prominent points. The transparent harem pants they were wearing were open at the crotch, displaying freshly shaved mons. Leather cuffs decorated their wrists. The clips on the sides of the cuffs that could be used to secure the restraints behind their backs were apparent. Equally troubling was the other consistent element of the fetish scene. All of the girls were wearing leather collars, but, unlike Sapphire’s gold collar, the young girls’ collars featured a braided leather leash.

Sapphire stared at her reflection in the mirror. It was clear what her role was. She was naked from the waist up and wore the same gossamer pants as the girls did. But the clamps decorating her nipples underscored the lushness of her bountiful breasts. Her sun-streaked hair was pulled up in a high ponytail that would have made her look younger if it weren’t for the way that it accented her outrageously made up eyes. The woman who’d applied her makeup was a true artist. She’d outlined Sapphire’s eyes in black, adding an up tilt at the corners. The panoply of shimmering shades of gold, silver and lavender on her eyelids made her Caribbean water blue eyes gleam like rare jewels. The woman had darkened her brows and lashes and stroked vibrant shades of rosy pinks across her high cheekbones and painted shiny gloss on her full, lush lips. Even Sapphire had to admit that she’d never looked more beautiful or more exotic. And, she thought with a satisfied nod to the artist who’d decorated her, she looked dangerous as hell. Something about the woman’s knowing nod confirmed that at least she knew what was going to happen in the next room and had done her best to make Sapphire look worthy of the challenge.

Chapter 31

J
ase stared through the doorway at the makeshift stage in the front of the great room in Ventrilo’s majestic mountain retreat. A heavy curtain draped across the platform masked what lay behind. Jase fought to contain his ricocheting emotions, knowing that if the girls were not already assembled on the stage, they soon would be. The last sotto voce message they’d heard from Sapphire was “five minutes max to show time.” Hearing Roberto Ventrilo call his name, Jase forced himself to join his host on the cobblestone courtyard.

Hundreds of brightly colored lanterns lit the tree-lined patio competing with the star studded summer night. A cool breeze blew the heady scent of jasmine and bougainvillea across the piazza. The soft tones of Bill Evans’ lyrical melodic improvisations added a sophisticated backnote to the animated conversations among the guests. Waiters in crisp white shirts, black string ties and black trousers carried trays of upscale hors d’oeuvres, while the four bars flanking the large patio had at least three bartenders at each, all of whom seemed to be constantly busy. Jase conceded that he would have enjoyed the gorgeous evening if it was not the prelude to the hideous entertainment event planned for the evening.

Roberto Ventrilo moved among his guests, easily conversing in the multiple languages echoing across the courtyard. The languages and the attire of the men who’d arrived with their entourages spoke to the international scope of the event. Sheiks in taubs and keffiyehs, impressive African men in vibrantly colored dashiki’s, and smaller Asian men in dark business suits conversed with men whose hardier features spoke to their Balkan origins. The gathering could have been any assemblage of wealthy men from across the globe. That this group had convened in Ventrilo’s mountain top estate to participate in the age old practice of buying and selling human chattel, specifically young women, was a chilling reminder that evil has no geographic base or time limits.

Jase listened to Ian’s low voice over his com calling for an updated ‘sit rep.’ Each of the agents responded with a soft “copy that,” confirming that their teams were in place. Jase reassured himself that they were ready for whatever happened. The video conference he’d chaired several hours ago included his men and representatives from an array of national and international agencies that were hot on the trail of the despicable mastermind standing ten feet away from Jase chatting with his equally despicable guests.

The raucous conference marked by the brash gallows humor that was a key part of any high level meeting of adrenalin-pumped operatives seemed a lifetime ago to Jase as he surveyed the courtyard scene. The file that Sapphire had swiped off Ventrilo’s computer formed the basis of their planning. Because of the detailed notes, they were able to confirm the attendees, and more importantly scope out their security details. Jase had implemented an outrageous plan to insert flu “bugs’ into the water supplies of the various details causing a mini-diarrhea epidemic among the mercenaries. The audacious move ensured that the agents would need to be replaced at the last minute, allowing Jase to infiltrate the security details with his agents. As Grayson said, when they were all congratulating themselves on the outrageousness of their plan, they could only hope that the hired guns didn’t compare notes, or they might figure out that at least half of each security squad accompanying the high level guests were Jase’s men. As were more than half of the servers and bartenders.

Jase looked up to see Ventrilo approaching. The man of the hour was literally glowing with excitement. He rushed up to Jase greeting him as a comrade in arms.

“Wait until you see what my women have done to your bitch, Jase. Every man here will be fighting to buy her. Except, of course, the men who share my taste for virgin meat. But if anyone could change my mind, it would be that haughty slut of yours. Hell, she’s likely to bring in a couple million dollars easy.” He clapped a big hand on Jase’s shoulder and whispered conspiratorially, “Remember man, ten percent of the take belongs to you in addition to which of the kiddie cunts turns you on.”

Jase managed to fight back the bile that surged in his throat and nodded as if in agreement. Knowing that they were minutes away from taking down the bastard was the only thing that kept him from decking him on the spot. Roberto saved himself by announcing that the event was about to begin.

“You’ll have to excuse me, Jase. I believe we’ve plied my guests with enough alcohol to ensure that they will be generous. The trick is to catch them before they get too drunk to know what they’re doing. Unfortunately, some of our past auctions have ended up with supposedly sophisticated men brawling in the aisles.”

Knowing that in a short time, these
sophisticated
, jaded men would be above the fold news in every major newspaper and the breaking story on every international television channel was comforting to Jase. He knew that except for Ventrilo and his associates, none of the wealthy, unscrupulous men would see prison—although he could hope that the law would harass them for as long as possible and that the public shame might hurt them where it would hurt the most, their finances.

After the guests were seated inside the great room, Roberto mounted the stage. He resembled the circus barkers of old as he pranced across the platform, waving his arms as he extolled the virtues of the sensational treats that were waiting behind the curtains. Jase thought, with a sneer, that all he needed was a top hat, striped vest, a cigar and cane to be an authentic hustler. Knowing that barely teenaged girls were the treats the audience was preparing to purchase, and that the woman he loved would soon be front and center in the odious production, had Jase fighting to see through the red haze blanketing his eyes.

Jase felt Noah’s presence and knew without looking behind him that Grayson had joined them. The silent support of two of the most fearsome warriors he’d ever worked with was comforting. Even so, he thought he might give in to his rage when, with a flourish from Roberto, the curtains opened. At least twenty young girls stood in a row, shaking with fear. Their pale faces and terrified expressions were hideously inconsistent with their attire. All of them were naked except for transparent harem pants that were open at the crotch. The bright lights played across their nubile bodies, some of which had only the slightest suggestion of breasts.