“Harris, gather the troops. We have found intel you all need to hear.”
Wow, okay. I look at Purge, who heard the question. He's already up and out of the kitchen, getting everyone. The six boys filter in, followed by the two girls.
We all crowd around my phone. “All here. What did you find?”
He gestures towards Thor and Bill. “Our boys here discovered at least part of the reason The Morgue exists.”
Thor bounces around in his chair like a small child. “Let me tell them, Jax!”
“Fuck’s sake, Thor,” Bill mumbles.
“Fuck you, BILL!” he shouts back.
“Out with it,” Jax snaps.
“Shit, okay, okay. So, the people on the list. The ones with the monetary amounts were all sent into trafficking. The ones without—we believe they were sent on to somewhere else. We don’t think they’re dead,” Thor quickly explains.
Purge turns deadly pale. “Fucking pussy Father.”
“Sorry, young man,” Jax says to Purge. “The Bratva are heavily involved in trafficking, for sex and for... food. We don’t know what else they’re trying to do yet.”
Phoenyxx interrupts. “The experiments? One of the drugs they kept giving me made me Rage Out. I was stronger than should be possible. Like they were testing my will and mental strength.”
I curse repeatedly. I hate hearing this shit my Pretty Girl went through. “Do the Italian families have any idea this is all going on?”
“Doubtful,” Synn responds. “In the trafficking, possibly. But the rest? I don’t see my father willingly working with Purge’s father on this. Especially since we were sent here ourselves.”
The Italian and Russian mafias have some vast differences. The Bratva are more ruthless, and deal in the more hardcore areas, such as trafficking and murder. The Italians prefer to be more on the down-low, dealing mostly with drugs and guns. Murder, of course, is in every mob anywhere.
“We need more than this,” Jax says, frowning. “Keep on it, everyone.” He looks back to me. “Now, we have to make a plan to get you all out.”
“There’s an electric fence surrounding the property, in the woods. It also hides the now-known location of The Morgue,” Frost relays.
“Easy-peasy.” Thor smirks. “I can loop the cameras and cut the power for a small amount of time.”
Jax nods. “Good. That will be vital. I'll get back to you ASAP, Harris. Once we have a bit more to go on.”
I go to answer, but Valley’s small voice pipes up. “Um, Sir? Is getting the prisoners out of The Morgue a priority? My boyfriend is in there.” A tear slides down her cheek, Pretty Girl pulling her into a hug.
Jax ponders that for a moment. “Yes, it will be factored in.”
“Thank fuck,” Phoenyxx mutters, squeezing Valley tighter.
Jax ends the call, and I turn again to address the room. “Alright, we need to dig as hard as we can. No piece of information is too small. Bring me anything you find.” I look to Purge. “I want you exclusively on the other matter.” That being finding Pretty Girl's identity. I don’t want her to know we’re even looking until we have confirmation.
“Meeting over. Carry on,” I dismiss them all.
Frost
I’m pacing the living room, sick of being stuck inside.
Harris comes up to me, pulling me to the side. “I need you to go scope out the grounds. Get a lay of the land, see how people are acting. I'm sure the Director’s death has been noticed by now. I'd send Ghost, but I need someone out there who can both stick to the shadows and keep their cool.”
I nod happily. “I can do that. You just want me to observe, then report back?”
“Yes. Do not get seen, Frost. We’re planning our escape once I know what we have to get through.”
“Understood. Let me grab a hoodie, and I’ll go now.”
