Dare
The Next Morning:
I’d called Stan and got him to get me a number to get ahold of Gan Chen.
Chen was busy so Rafe Ruiz contacted me instead. Even better. Ten times better. That little brownnosing asshole would suck my ball sack if I snapped my fingers.
“I’ll be back tomorrow. Got sidetracked with my wife here in Chon Buri. But my brother’s on his way so yeah, he wants to meet with the senior leadership team. You got a room available for him?”
“Absolutely, Mr. Ferrano. They’ll be happy to hear that.”
This was perfect. This guy wasn’t a partner but he was senior on their team and he was trying really hard to kiss my ass.
“It’s okay I have the car this length of time?”
“Absolutely fine,” Rafe said.
“I have a request,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“Well, it’s a little bit…unorthodox.”
“Try me,” he offered.
“Only bringing up this idea because we had this conversation at our meeting. Is it an option to send a girl here? I’d like to stay the night. We’re having a good time, but I’d like--- you know, more company. Company that’s been vetted, company I know isn’t gonna make my dick ooze green and fall off, you know?’
“I do know,” Rafe laughed.
“If it’s too big an ask, if you don’t think you can accommodate me…”
“No, not too big of an ask. Let’s see here. There is a short list of assets that can leave the property. Would you like to tell me your preference? I can have someone bring more company for you.”
“Redhead,” I said, giving my wife a wink. She was on the bed beside me, on her belly, chin propped on her hand, listening, hair over one shoulder. She had a look in her eyes that was giving me a hard-on. She’d been giving me a hard-on all day, really, with how sassy she’d been to Randall.
Zack was sitting on the other bed in the room, also listening.
“Okay,” I heard him typing, “We have a few redheads. Right now, there are two options, both unbooked, that could be brought to you. There’s Anastasia. She’s never been off the property before but she’s absolutely suitable and we can make it happen. There are girls that won’t ever be let off the resort, but a select few are excellent company and we have zero concerns about having them follow our rules off-site.”
“Anastasia. Have I met her?” I asked.
“I don’t know. There’s also Truly Garnet. She’s left the property twice, gone on excursions with Joseph. She’s exceptional. More submissive tendencies than Anastasia and you prefer submissive tendencies, if I recall.”
“You recall correctly. Truly. Have I met her?” I asked.
Angel’s face lit up.
“She was present at the get-together in the Townsend room the night you arrived.”
“Oh. I remember.” I said low, “She’d be…yeah. She’d be good.”
“I’ll arrange it. Where should we send her?”
“Let me get you a text. That okay? This number?”
“Of course that’s okay and yes. She’ll have a guard with her who can remain with you or, if you like, you can send him back.”
“It’s probably better he stay.”
“You have no concerns with her. I assure you.”
“Good to know. But I’d feel better. I’m still a novice at this… you know, lifestyle.”
“I understand. And you won’t be for long, I’m sure.” There was humor in his voice.
“Text you soon. See you when I’m back tomorrow, tomorrow night.”
“Good. See you tomorrow then. Thank you for the update, Dario. Er…Mr. Ferrano.”
“Call me Dario, man. And thanks, buddy.”
I hung up. Little asshole was trying to get upgraded from Mr. Ferrano to Dario. He could have that. For today.
Truly apparently knew the place like the back of her hand. Lisa and I had been on the phone and she’d given me some information about layouts, exits, and other stuff she could remember from her last days there. The last few months before Pop bought her, she’d been doing a lot of training and working with subs so she had access to areas Angel wouldn’t have much knowledge of. Truly had been at Kruna for ten years. Her information added to the mix would be invaluable.
The plan?
We strong-arm a few guards on their break and replace them with a couple of our guys who, once inside, can put the rest of the plan into action.
Zack had people on the way. We had Tommy, Nino, and Tino coming.
Zack was fiddling on his phone.
“Alessandro Romero is sharing some resources. Whatever we need. He has a few staff members in Thailand. He’s sending us a computer hacker who can help us with power, security systems, and camera feeds. All of it. Guy should be here in forty-five minutes. And he says he has a cache here. We have access to all the guns we want.”
“Why?” I asked.
“He wants to be an ally,” Zack said, “He has reasons.” Zack didn’t make eye contact with Angel when he said this. She looked a little bit baffled by the conversation. I changed the subject, not wanting to bring Holly into this.
“Why does he even know about this?” I demanded, but this was good. I’d just been thinking about how to get help from someone who was good with computers. I thought I’d have to call on a resource that would have to help me remotely. Here was better.
“I can’t tell you that,” Zack shrugged.
“I need this stuff,” I told him, handing him a piece of paper with a list of items, “Can you get me this stuff right now?”
“You making a bomb?” Zack asked.
I smiled.
Angel’s eyes went wide.
“I can get you this stuff in an hour.”
“This is why we pay you the big bucks,” I said.
Tommy and Tia arrived then, with Nino and Tino.
We put the girls in the adjoining bedroom and shut the door and sat and worked on the plan. But the girls kept finding excuses to come out so we didn’t send them back and before long, they were listening, adding their two cents.
Nino and Tino wanted to be part of the ground crew. They’d help get the slaves out, the partners and members segregated some place where we could make them hurt.
Two hours later, Angel and I met the security guard who brought Truly to us.
She got out of a car after her guard opened her door. He was a tall Asian bodybuilder type. Two seconds after he shut her door, one of Zack’s employees stepped up behind him and stuck a syringe in his neck. The big guy went down like a tree falling, and we put him in a van and he was being taken off to be interrogated.
Truly stood there, dumbfounded, her long curly red hair tamed in a demure headband. She was dressed in a sundress similar to the dress I first saw my angel in. She looked a bit shell shocked.
“You’re okay,” I told her, “We’re here to help.” I passed her my cell phone. Lisa was on the other end.
She held the phone to her ear, looking more than shell shocked.
“Hello?”
After intently listening for a minute, a big smile spread across her face.
She passed me my phone and threw her arms around Angel, a huge smile on her face, tears in her eyes. Then she stopped, pressed her hands down in a calming gesture, “I can process all these feelings I’m having later. Let’s fucking do this first!”
It was astounding to me how differently people could react in the identical situation. Angel said this girl had spent ten years in that joint and she looked 100% whole instead of broken. She was immediately ready to roll with helping us take them down.
She went back to the motel with us and we sat and mapped out the rest of our plan together, Truly giving us very usable information and drawing out a rough but helpful map of every single nook and cranny of the place. Zack’s people stayed in touch with Kruna through the guard’s cell phone once or twice to make sure he wasn’t missed and that nothing was amiss.
The hacker Alessandro had sent over carefully worked to temporarily block Angel and Truly’s trackers but in a way that wouldn’t trigger an alert to the Kruna tracking server.
Truly had been into computers, so she talked to him about the system. She also talked to Nino and Tino more about the Kruna layout with some helpful information about camera angles, a peg board with keys and how they might access it, as well as details about the location of the main circuit boards. The hacker, a younger Irish guy named Jonas, was going to put a block over the area to prevent phone and Wi-Fi signals.
The plan: a small explosion gets everyone outside. Slaves are in one section, members, partners, and staff in another.
We get the slaves out and to a secure location.
Our security strongrms partners and members and staff into those basement shower stalls in the area used to break new slaves.
And then I blow the fucking place up remotely.
“You gonna go there first and tell them what you think of them?” Tia asked when we’d gone over the plan with everyone involved in the room.
“Nope,” I said, “Know why?”
“Why?” Tia looked surprised.
“I don’t need to get near there and create any chance in the world that things will go wrong, that I won’t get back to my wife. I won’t risk that. I will do one thing, though.”
Everyone was listening.
“Our security team is gonna plant one screen before they go and a recorded message is going to be broadcast. They’re gonna know, before they die, that they do not fuck with the Ferranos. Right, Mrs. Ferrano?” I looked at my wife.
“Right,” both she and the other Mrs. Ferrano, Tia, said in unison.
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