BRANDONAthens, Greece“I’m in. You’re next. And don’t reply. I’ll find you.”
Charlie writes the text as soon as he enters The Vision—a sex club owned by none other than my notorious uncle, Alfio Katrakis. I’m dressed in an Armani tuxedo and a silver mask covering my entire face to keep my identity hidden, and behind me is the Huntress in a Catwoman costume. Tonight we are registered as a VIP couple looking for role play and extra kink in our relationship. We got the invite from Charlie, so we encountered no problem at registration. In the lobby, smartphones are getting confiscated, no pictures allowed and no sex toys since there will be a lot of that inside. Two girls in pink bunny outfits frisk us thoroughly and let us in after clearing us.
One of the pink bunnies ushers us to the elevator and presses the button toward the penthouse. When we reach it, we find a living room full of naked people having sex in every corner under a bright chandelier. Others are in a group, like a woman and four males; on the other side, a very young woman is giving head to a bald man with a hairy chest.
The Huntress almost gags. “Ew!”
“I know. Stay close,” I whisper at her.
Following Charlie’s instructions, we head to a medieval setting in a room where a woman wears a gown and corset, and men in robes are fucking on the walls, on the floor, and on the four-poster bed. The air is filled with moans and slapping sounds.
Charlie, in a red mask, finally appears behind me, patting my shoulder. “Hey. What are you two doing? Don’t watch. They’ll think you want to join,” he warns. “Come on.”
“Where are the twins?” I ask.
Charlie smirks. “Having a little bit of fun.”
“What?” I hiss furiously.
He points out the game room, and I spot Cary with some woman, his hands up her skirt. Stan is sitting by on a red leather couch, a woman dancing on his lap.
What the actual fuck are they doing? I roll my eyes.
“Relax. For some people here, it’s a hobby. We could blow our cover otherwise.”
“And my brother?” the Huntress inquires.
Charlie leans close and whispers, “Still with the officer. Don’t worry, they don’t know.”
Before entering the place, Cary and Stan filed a case with the police, offering the pieces of evidence we hold and Charlie’s information and finally preparing the warrant. Detective Elias Rouvas, came in with us and has teamed up with Jason. Charlie is going solo, while the Huntress and I are following his instructions. In a matter of minutes, the final show will begin, and the rest of the task force will raid the place.
She snickers. “Working with the police now, huh?”
“Hey, I’ve spotted Dad,” Charlie says. “There’s going to be a show tonight. Stand by.”
I nod and continue to walk normally so as not to attract attention.
We follow him through another wooden door, and inside, there is a playroom with tons of equipment and toys for bondage. Right when I enter, a naked woman in black heels approaches Arianna and lifts her chin.
“Hello, candy.” She bites her lips. “Wanna join?”
Arianna steps back. “Fuck off.”
“Oh, she’s the naughty type,” the woman says smoothly.
“She’s with me, Avery.” Charlie covers for Arianna. “I’m looking for Dad.”
“Charlie, my boy!” She grabs his crotch, and he hisses under his breath. “Is she your new toy?” She looks up at me too. “Hmm. You smell so good. I can tell that you are handsome. Come on, join us first. I’m this place’s gatekeeper.” She points to another woman, naked on a black leather bed with her legs and arms spread and cuffed to the four posters, along with a man giving another woman cunnilingus.
“No, my dear. I’m up for some other kind of fun,” I tell her.
She runs her forefinger on my chest and sniffs me. “Hmm.” She moans. “Still smell so... male. It’s a pity. I can take care of you. But have fun. The show’s about to start. Your friends are also waiting for you inside.” She hands Charlie a key and points to another door.
Charlie ushers me and the Huntress into the other room using the key Avery handed us and we stumble upon a stage draped in red curtains with a spotlight. To the dark side of the floor the audience sits in formal suits and evening dresses. This is the main event.
“What a sweet night! We are all so lively here!” a man’s voice fills the air, and he hops onto the stage.
Fuck. It’s really him. Alfio Katrakis. Dressed in a designer tuxedo, looking younger than his age. The son of the bitch is living an extravagant life and running a pleasure house while he gets away with literal murder.
Charlie has spotted Jason and the officer to the right side of the stage. Detective Rouvas is disguised as a rich young man in a Versace tux; behind him Jason is wearing a suit, his eyes covered with a black mask.
“Now, for our main event! I shall present to you our newThe red curtain opens, and a girl barely in her teens appears on the stage wearing a long white chiffon dress. Her dark wavy hair flows over her shoulders, and she wears a black collar around her neck. She looks at the crowd a little flabbergasted, her cheeks turning red.
“As you can see, Evangeline is wearing Giulio Agassi’s missing masterpiece—a tiara with a 376-carat diamond and real ruby studs around it. It’s one of the most expensive jewels and the only piece of its kind in the world.
“And the darling wearing it, Evangeline, is well-groomed into submission. She’s easy to tame, I tell you. Her little fingers will take care of your cock, and her tongue will swirl you so delicately to your orgasm. Her tits are barely ripe, and...” He walks behind the girl and lifts her skirt, then slips a hand into her undergarment. The girl jerks slightly but doesn’t move from where she’s standing. “... She’s very, very wet.”
I look away, clamping my fists together with the rage burning in my veins.
“But that isn’t the best part!” He walks to the other side of the stage again, nodding. “Yes, yes, you will like this one.”
Most men in the crowd begin to cheer, as do some women.
“Her cunt is still virgin,” Alfio continues. “Saved especially for her new potential owner. All that in one package! One cannot be bought without the other, might I remind you. Price starts at fifty million euros!” he announces, and the bidding starts. I feel the Huntress’s hand grasp my arm.
“Please, do something,” she whispers, watching the girl on the stage. The poor girl probably doesn’t know what’s wrong and what’s right anymore, and what a sick world she lives in.
I shut my eyes, gritting my teeth. Fuck. Charlie is right. His father is insane and a disgusting pedophile.
According to Alfio’s youngest son, he does this event every fucking month. But before that, they’re already priming poor young girls into sex slavery for several months. And tonight, this girl is to be bought by one of these dirty old men.
To think that this is only one of his many illegal businesses makes me long to bring him down even more. I’ll make sure he’ll rot where he belongs.
“Fifty-one million!” I shout.
“What are you doing?” Charlie hisses behind me.
“I’m saving the girl.”
“Fifty-one million to the man in a silver mask at the back! Does anyone wish to go higher?” Charlie’s imbecile father says.
“Fifty-one point five!” a woman with a sultry voice shouts.
“Fifty-three million!” another man offers.
“Fifty-three million point five!” I challenge.
“Ooh!” Alfio cheers. “We have a strong contender here, I see.”
“Sixty million!” another man at the back shouts.
I groan inwardly and shout again, “Eighty-five million euros!”
Sounds of awe and applause erupt from every corner of the place, as though the girl is a dog of a special breed.
“Going once, going twice!” The leering auctioneer pauses. “Sold to the man in a silver mask!” Alfio declares, pointing in my direction. “Come up here, gentleman, and claim your prize!”
Detective Rouvas sends me his nod from across the place. Charlie then leans toward my ear and whispers. “Do your thing. The police will be here in a moment.”
“Evangeline, meet your new master!” Alfio says.
I walk on stage, and the girl looks up. She then takes off the tiara and hands it to me.
“Thank you. What’s your name?”
“Evangeline, sir.”
“No, your real name.”
She presses her mouth into a tight line, and she whispers. “Aileen.”
I nod. “Aileen.Her eyes widen, and her body shudders. “But Master Alfio will—”
I cut her off. “Don’t worry about him now. And you’re not going to live this life. You are not anyone’s property. Do you understand?”
Her cheeks blush.
“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s watch our dear Evangeline play with her new owner!” Alfio approaches us, stretches his hand, and grins sickeningly. “Congratulations, Mister. Could you tell me a name? Oh, as a part of the tradition, she’ll strip off in front of the audience, and you’ll touch her knickers, or probably more, to show you how obedient she can be,” he says without the microphone. “We’re all exhibitionists here.”
“Well, let’s see about that.” I fucking refuse to take his hand; I take off my mask instead.
The blood in his face drains, turning his face white as paper. He drops the microphone. “B-B-Brandon...” He steps back. “W-what are you doing here?”
I click my tongue, shaking my head. “You can’t run away from me now.”
My last sentence serves as a signal. The task force rushes in, yelling directions and pointing their guns. The audience begins to flee, and the Huntress immediately comes towards me and takes Aileen away. Jason is waiting for them at the bottom of the stage. He takes off his jacket, covers the girl’s almost bare body, and gets her out of the room. The twins reappear, and the other officers approach them.
When I turn my attention back to Alfio, he’s already on the floor, his hands restrained behind his back, and Detective Rouvas is cuffing him. Two officers grab him from either side. There’s nothing more satisfying than watching my uncle’s terrified face while an officer reads his rights.
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for my whole life. My revenge. Justice for my family and for every person they’ve hurt and trampled.
It’s over. Now Marcus is next.