Razz
Rip, Sandy, Mac, Duke and Kit, Rip’s wife arrive and we stand around bullshitting waiting on Beanie to get her. He had to make sure Chaotic Lift was set before he left his baby.
The kids didn’t even wait five minutes before they came running in after the MC and headed straight to the basement. When I furnished this house, I made sure that the basement was full of things that the kids would enjoy. The boys are constantly fighting over Playstation or Xbox, but Isabella usually wins to play the Wii. Then I have a pool table, foosball table and a Pac-Man arcade game.
Having money hasn’t defined me, but helped me to give to those who were never able to have the finer things. The happiness that these kids give me for just being here is overwhelming, but at the same time gives me the validation that I need to know I’m doing the right thing.
Glancing at the front door, I watch as Beanie hustles in dropping his bag as soon as he enters. “Let’s get this party started.” He bellows.
We all make our way to the table in the dining room, which if it weren’t for the women sitting on their men’s laps wouldn’t have enough chairs.
Rip, of course, seats at the head even though it’s my house. He lays a manilla folder on the table and it gets passed around to Beanie, Trigger and Spook. Apparently, Greer and I aren’t involved in this mission. Big mistake fellas.
I grab the folder as it is being passed by me and Greer leans closer. The first page is on the owners Brad and Craig. They’ve owned Wonderland for six years and have been life partners for eight. There’s nothing out of the ordinary and I’ve met them both and never got an odd feeling towards them. The second page is on a twenty-six year old woman, Darla West. She’s been a dominatrix for three years. She’s single, but has a four year old daughter, Maye. The third page is on a twenty-eight year old woman, Maggie Sharp. She’s widowed and she has a six year old son and a four year old daughter. She’s been at Wonderland off and on for two years. The fourth page is on a thirty-four year old man, Garrett Wilder. He and his wife are members of Wonderland and have been for six years. They have a four year old daughter, also. See the pattern.
I point it out to Greer and she nods. I interrupt Rip as he’s going over what they’ve found or heard through the grapevine, but the information isn’t substantial. “Rip, did ya’ll notice that all the victims have four year old daughters? The two women are single and the man is the only one married.” He raises his hand for me to continue. “I don’t think this is about the dominants.” I look to Greer for confirmation.
“Have you or Mad Dog checked on the kids? Because this is too close to trafficking.” Greer questions.
Rip pales but I continue. “If they were just after dominates then you would think they would go after the singles. No spouse or significant other to care if they were taken.”
“Shit, Razz.” Rip growls. “We thought about the connection with the kids, but when Darla was taken her daughter went to stay with her grandparents out of state. Maggie’s daughter and son went to her aunt’s and we didn’t worry with Garrett’s because he has a wife. Fuck!” He bangs his fist on the table.
Greer pulls out her phone and starts texting. “We need to get Mad Dog here to run checks on the kids.” She looks up from her phone. “Do you have addresses for the other kids?” He nods. “Can you send some of the brothers to those addresses and check on the kids?” He nods and looks to Duke who leaves the table with his phone to his ear. “Mad Dog is at the security gate, so he’ll be here shortly.”
“If this is child trafficking, we’re going to have to change our thinking. Goddamnit.” I spit. All I can picture are these little kids bunched in a basement waiting to be shipped off like cows to slaughter. “If those kids are still with their relatives, they need to be moved to a safe house or even to the Clubhouse.” I look up to nods of agreement.
The sound of the front door slamming and heavy footsteps has the table tensing only to be relieved by a pissed off Mad Dog. He slams six different folders on the table and begins pacing the floor. We all wait with baited breath as Mad Dog gets his anger in check.
Greer begins to shuffle through the folders and stops on the third. She gasps and covers her mouth with her hand. Spook looks over her shoulder and his fist flex and unflex. I take the folder and read the name Farrah Gustave, Greer’s demented mother. Trigger must have seen it because he tenses beneath me.
Spook stands and sets Greer in his seat. “Start talking.” He demands of Mad Dog.
“Apparently, Farrah got out of the charges by making a plea deal. She was released four months ago and you wouldn’t believe me if I told you this before all this shit, but her ass is in Florida.” He leans against the wall wearily glancing from Greer to Spook. He’s not just only pissed, he’s scared. He promised Greer that her mother would be locked up for years after the charges they had on her along with the kidnapping of Ryland.
“Why didn’t we know about this when she was released?” Greer whispers.
Mad Dog shakes his head. “I don’t have an answer to that. I didn’t get these files until this morning from headquarters when I requested any persons of interest that had been involved or had been charged with kidnapping in the area. Even with the plea deal, her record still gets marked. If I hadn’t requested this information, we probably wouldn’t have known until the court date next month.”
Trigger raps his knuckles on the table and shifts me in his lap. “So we have a suspicion for child trafficking, Farrah’s in the area and kidnapping at a sex club. I thought most of Dimitri’s contacts either plead out or were locked up with him. Who here could Farrah possible know?”
The question is relevant, but nobody knows the answer since everyone thought any and everyone affiliated with Dimitri had been dealt with.
Beanie interrupts the ramblings of my mind. “All five of us can’t go into Wonderland tonight. Greer definitely has to stay back as well as Spook and Trigger.” Trigger huffs and starts to speak but Beanie cuts him off. “Farrah knows all three of you. She knows your affiliation with the club. If she’s there, she’ll let whoever is responsible for the kidnapping know. Razz, what address do you have down at Wonderland?”
“This one. Why?”
He looks to Rip and Sandy. “We need a rental that isn’t affiliated with the club. Mad Dog, is it possible for you to have fake adoption papers attached to Razz’s name?” Mad Dog nods. “Good. Razz, new storyline.”
That is how I became the adoptive mother of a four year old little girl named Rosa from Venezuela who was staying at a rental with her nanny while her adoptive mother played with Beanie at a BDSM club.