“Torturer?” Richard said. “That’s the guy who was hurting Tempe.”
“He won’t be the only one. If anything, he’d be the one assigned to this port. They will have hundreds of them all around the world. The women that men want to have training will go to that man. After a period of between six months to a year, he will have the perfect, compliant slut, as they call it. A pet, a submissive, a toy, property.”
“How do you know this?” Richard asked.
“I was one of the few who was trained. The order is very specific,” Mandy said. “It has to match what they want. Without it, there is no payment, and in this world, it’s all about the payment.”
“Something like this has to have someone finding out about it,” Jackson said. “Cops can’t just ignore it.”
“Select groups of professionals are trained to get the cops to look the other way, and create distractions that take their eye off the ball.” Mandy moved toward the map. “When I was still part of the organization, there was a big operation down on the south coast. It was an easy port to access for them, and also one of the head directors owns it.”
“We’re talking about bringing down billion dollar corporations disguising traffickers?” Jamie asked.
“You’re not going to get them all,” Mandy said. “They’re everywhere, and they hide really well. You can only hope to help so many. If you save one, it’s better than none.”
“We started something because of me,” Lewis said. “I was looking for Mandy, but I can’t turn my back on this. I’ve got the means, I’ve got the power, I want to make this my life’s work. When people think about taking another woman or girl from the street, I want them to hesitate, to stop.” Lewis paused, staring at each of them. Richard already had an idea where this was going. “If you don’t wish to continue this, I understand. I’m not going to stop. I’m in this for the long haul, and there’s no way I’m letting it go.”
Richard sighed. “I’m not backing down. I saw the mess, and what they have done to other women. I’m not going to stop until I either die, or they kill me. Either way, I’m in this. Count me in.”
“And me,” Jackson said. “I want to see every single son of a bitch pay. This is not about the club anymore. This is about justice.”
One by one the club brothers each put their name back in.
They had started out as a club for them to hang, which had turned into a cause, and now it was a mission. They were going to try to save every single one they could, or die trying.
A feminine scream coming from his sitting room had them all rushing out.
Running into his room, Richard stopped as he saw Anna on the floor panting, gripping her stomach.
“Our baby is coming, Russ.”
Eleven large men started rushing around his apartment trying to figure out how the hell they were going to get a woman in labor to the hospital. One of them called the hospital, the other the fire department. Lewis was on the line to Mandy’s therapist.
“I’ve got it,” Temperance said. Jay held a phone pressed to her ear, and the men paused as she started to work on delivering a baby into the world. “Okay, I can see a baby’s head here, and I can tell you, we’re not going to make it to the hospital.” She listened, nodding. “Make sure the paramedics are here. I don’t know what else I can do. Russ, hold her.”
Temperance took a deep breath, and then she started to work, preparing herself for the birth.
This had been one hell of a night.
Later that night, after Temperance had helped birth Russ and Anna’s son, she was curled between her two men. They had all gone to the hospital, and when she was sure she hadn’t done any damage to baby, and mother, Temperance had been ready to go home. The BBMC had gone their separate ways. Some of the brothers stayed with Russ so that he had some protection.
Jay kissed her shoulder. She lay on her front as her back was still healing.
“I delivered a baby.”
“I thought I was going to pass out,” Richard said.
“You were very brave.”
“Brave?” she asked. “I thought I was going to pass out, too. I’ve just seen a vagina do something I never wanted to see, and yeah, I don’t wants kids.”
Jay laughed. “You’ll want kids some day. It’s you, and you’ll make one hell of a mother.”
“Do you think so?” she asked.
“I know so. I don’t doubt it. You’ll make an amazing mother.”
She turned to Richard. “What do you think?”