by Laura Acton
Cherry Club – Main Club
Mike, Dan, and Mason followed Panin as they toured the first floor of the bordello. Panin kept a hold of Anastasia’s wrist as they walked and he yammered on about what he offered his clients.
Dan’s eyes scanned the area cataloging the security measures. Armed men roamed around, and at least one was stationed at every exit. His eyes identified the cameras tucked in concealed spots. Loud music made conversing difficult unless inches away from a person and the dim lighting both set an intimate stage and limited visibility.
The vast room was sectioned off into smaller areas by bright red curtains, and glass partitions etched with images of cherries. One wall of the room contained a long bar. Enormous oil paintings of people involved in sexual activities hung on the red velvet wallpapered walls framed by gilded frames. Throughout the room was a plethora of different types of plush chairs and couches all done up in multiple shades of red, green and gold fabrics.
Men and women in various stages of dress lounged about drinking, smoking, and engaging in activities which should be done in private, but no one seemed to be bothered by the actions, and several voyeurs appeared to be enjoying the show. The atmosphere, though extravagant and vulgar, would work to the unit’s advantage.
Panin stopped and turned to the group. He waved his hand in a sweeping motion and said, “Welcome to my Cherry Club where your every desire can be indulged.”
Dan shrugged scanning the area lazily. “Nothing in here is to my taste.”
Sidling up close to Maks, Panin asked, “So, what is your pleasure?”
Swallowing the bile which threatened to hurl out, Dan said, “Something younger, fresher, and untouched.”
Laughing Panin said, “So, you like to pop the cherry. What is younger?”
Nodding with a smile, Dan took a moment to school his features and forced the awful words across his lips. “The younger, the better, but if you need specifics ten to thirteen. I like them smooth if you catch my drift.” His stomach turned, and Dan thought he would be sick as those words exited his mouth. Can I keep up this pretense when all I want to do is snap this man’s neck? Do I sound credible or am I screwing this up?
Panin’s grin broadened. Perfect! The age of my two newest acquisitions. He ran his hand over the blonde woman’s ass and felt her tense. Glad she behaved docilely, though she appeared to be a vixen too. He witnessed the slap on the office monitor. Her temper tantrum garnered him something unexpected tonight. After the auction, he would have fun. He might keep her for himself for a while, and when he bored of her, she would fetch a high-dollar figure.
Panin checked his watch. The auction was slated to begin in about thirty minutes so he would need to vet Maks quickly before he would allow him to join the sale. Turning to Maks, he said, “Let me show you some of what I have to offer.” He led the way to an elevator, and all entered. Grigori pressed the number three button.
Don’t Piss Off Dom
28
May 29
Anzhi-Qala Resort – Room 1144 – 0000 Hours
Finding nothing he needed to do to remove trace elements in the upper suite of rooms, Dom descended the stairs to reenter room eleven forty-four. Without a doubt, William sent him a proficient, highly trained group. Blaze’s unit thoroughly scrubbed their suites on the fifteenth floor, not even a single strand of long blonde hair remained. Impressive!
He most likely had Anastasia and Mike to thank for their thoroughness. Their skillsets appeared to be different than the core unit. Anastasia captivated him, and she possessed techniques and intelligence which would be extremely helpful in his new line of work. Freelancing his talents to help those in need and bring down the scum of the earth was satisfying, profitable, and less restrictive than being in SAS. Perhaps he might persuade her to join him at some point in the future. Having a female operative, particularly one as skilled as Anastasia, would be beneficial in certain situations.
Leaving his black backpack containing the tools of his trade on a chair, he strode to the bed and with gloved hands untied the sedated monsters. He searched the Yurievich brother’s pockets to locate their phones. Upon finding them, he disabled the GPS before turning them off and placing them in the rucksack’s outer pocket. Dom proceeded to strip both men and threw their clothing about haphazardly. He positioned their bodies next to each other on the king-sized poster bed.
Pulling out lengths of leather cord, he grasped the brothers’ hands in the center of the mattress, placed them back-to-back and tied Makar’s hand to Kazimir’s. Moving from one side to the other, Dom bound their other hands to the heavy wooden bedposts. He trussed their ankles using the same method. Neither man would be going anywhere.
Dom returned to the chair to withdraw numerous empty bottles of alcohol in plastic bags. Unzipping the bags, he took a few to the brothers, ensuring their prints existed on them before distributing them on the accent furniture. He returned with supplies to obtain their fingerprints to apply them to doorknobs, counters, chairs, and other hard surfaces in the suite.
Once done with that, he retrieved a full bottle of vodka and one of red wine, opening both. Then he withdrew more items, one of which was a small paper cup and filled it with wine. Glaring at the animals, Dom raised his cup in toasting fashion. “For my girls. No one hurts them and gets away with it!” After downing the entire contents in one swallow, he set to work again.
Retrieving a variety of glassware from the minibar he applied fingerprints and lip prints to them using transfer sheets. On two he transferred prints which possessed lipstick. After applying multiple transfers to the wine and vodka bottles, he sloppily drizzled alcohol into the glasses and sloshed the liquid in them. Distributing the tumblers to spots in the room, Dom tipped one over and allowed the dark wine to spill on the carpet.
Extracting additional objects from his bag of tricks, Dom began scattering them about in the hotel room in what appeared to be an indiscriminate manner. However, his placement of little girl panties, training bra, child’s shoe, man’s undershirt, a lady’s thong, fishnet stockings, a dress sock, and a pair of adult male briefs was a deliberate strategy. Dom tossed a single earring on a comforter he threw on the floor in a twisted heap.
After depositing used condoms on the couch, floor, bed, and in one of the trash bins along with wrappers, Dom laid several used sex toys with trace fluids on them around the area. Withdrawing several handguns which the unit procured from the Jackals, ones which the cheating bastard Radoslav had disabled, Dom set them on the counter by the microwave.
Next, Dom staged the scene with various drug paraphernalia; spoons with residual drugs in them, bongs, lighters, pills, and used needles. He lit a previously smoked cigarette, cigar butt, and marijuana joint. He let them burn a few minutes in an ashtray as he scattered more smoked versions about on various tables. Some cigarette butts had lipstick on them. When he finished, Dom snuffed out the burning ones.
Opening a bulky sack containing an assortment of wrappers and partially consumed food, he proceeded to add party litter. He dumped food and crumbs on tables and threw wrappers near a trashcan, the sofa, and cushioned chairs. He chucked some foodstuff on the mattress for good measure.
Dom pulled out two more bags. From one he sprinkled strands of hair and what appeared to be fine dust, which must be skin cells. As he unsealed the other pouch, he was glad he wore gloves. Turning it inside out, Dom rubbed the bodily fluid over the Yurievich’s genitals.
How Elka procured all this for him, Dom was unsure but was not inclined to ask for specifics. Slipping the now empty bag into the one which had contained the hair, he inserted both into another container. He wiped his gloved hands on the couch, bed, and part of the tabletop. Carefully removing the soiled latex gloves, Dom dropped them into the same bag. Donning a clean pair, he sealed the bag and returned it to the black rucksack.
Pulling out pictures of kiddie porn, Dom’s heart broke as he viewed their desolate eyes. These poor kids. Sickened and angered any child
had been subjected to such abuse, Dom tossed them in a metal trashcan and set them on fire. Letting them burn but leaving enough so the subject matter would remain obvious, he doused the fire with water from a bottle.
Dom then transferred prints to the can and water bottle before throwing the plastic bottle into the trash and setting the bin down. Going back to his knapsack, Dom vowed he would do something to stop animals like Savelievich. Too many children had their innocence stolen in the vilest manner by des morceaux de merde like Panin.
Procuring the two burner phones from the pack, he opened the flip phones, and rubbed one phone on each man’s face to transfer DNA, put the phone in their hands, and used their fingers to press all the buttons before placing the cell phones on the nightstands.
Earlier Dom hacked into the system of the mobile carrier and created false records to show calls to Panin’s direct line, the Cherry Club, other brothels, and to those whose prints he distributed in this room. It would incriminate the Yurievich brothers, Savelievich, and the Jackals, making it appear as if these wankstains made arrangements to meet others for drugs, guns, and sex.
Returning to his bag, Dom prepared six syringes. Two he filled with an effective but illegal truth serum, two contained a counteragent to the sedative Patch had given the brothers mixed with a liquid form of Viagra, and the final two held something else.
With only a short amount of time and unsure how long it would take to interrogate them, Dom needed them awake now. Striding over to them, he injected Makar and Kazimir with the countermeasure and sexual stimulant.
Damn good thing I developed many different types of contacts in the seedy underworld around the world. Knowing the right people made it simpler to obtain what we needed for tonight’s adventures. Now I can leave with my girls, and my daughter’s abductors will never harm another soul on this earth.
Elka outdid herself this time. A local cleaning woman he met years ago, who now worked cleaning a brothel the Jackals frequented. The prints and trace elements Dom left in this room belonged to several of the high-ranking members of that gang. The police would find what they needed in this room to disrupt their operations for a bit.
Having been an operator for decades, Dom was not naïve enough to think he would end the whole operation. There was always a top dog and hundreds waiting in the wings for the boss to fall to take his place. Criminal elements were a fact of life and always had been. The war on criminals and terrorists was a game of cat and mouse, but this would be a small win for the cats, and the local police could use this to their advantage to impede the mouse’s operations during the leadership void.
Waiting for the counteragent and Viagra to take effect on the brothers, Dom lifted the wine bottle and poured more into his disposable cup. He carried the bottle with him as he sipped wine and paced the room. He stopped and doused Makar’s and Kazimir’s shirts liberally with wine where they lay on the floor.
Finishing his tiny portion of the Malbec, he noted the lingering flavor of sour cherries and spice. Crumpling the cup in his hand, Dom turned and tossed the balled-up cup into his open pack. “Two points!”
Dom splashed a bit of wine in one goblet and two lowball glasses, then took the goblet with him and the three-quarters full bottle to the sink. Such a waste of a spicy, tart wine. After pouring the remainder down the drain, he tilted the wineglass on its side in the basin and allowed the contents to spill out, which would cover the disposal of the rest.
Going to the table again, Dom spilled out the red wine from the last two glasses and refilled them almost to the top with vodka. Noticing Makar and Kazimir starting to stir, Dom picked up the four remaining syringes, slipping them into his front pocket.
Makar blinked rapidly. His eyes focused and he saw his brother first. They sat partially upright against a headboard, and their heads faced each other. He moved his hand and found Kazimir’s came with it. Tightly bound together by one hand and foot, Makar tried to move his other arm, but found the appendage tied to the bedpost like his other foot.
Noticing they were both nude, Makar jerked several times trying to free himself from the bonds. A laugh behind him and the widening eyes of Kazimir as he stared at the source of the sound sent tendrils of dread through Makar. Twisting his head to determine who dared to hold them captive, Makar’s eyes landed on Dom.
“We screwed,” Kazimir said in broken English.
Fear enveloped Makar. He couldn’t agree more.
Dom injected the truth serum into Makar’s arm bound to the post, then ambled to the other side to inject Kazimir. Pulling over a chair, he straddled it and frowned at the vile brothers for a long, silent moment. “I recall you speak English, Kazimir, though not as well as your brother. You are close but not quite right … more correctly, you will screw yourselves.”
The brothers felt a part of their anatomy rise and harden. With incredulous expressions, eyes widened, jaws dropped, they stared as their bodies reacted without stimulation.
Not feeling any humor, but laughing nonetheless to indicate he was in charge, Dom ordered them, “Toss off.”
“Go to hell! I’m not masturbating for you!” Makar exclaimed.
Standing, Dom went to Kazimir and placed a gun equipped with a silencer to the knob’s temple, his expression and tone becoming ominous. “You want me to kill him? If not, wank off. Now!”
Kazimir looked at his brother. “Do it.”
“You’re one sick bastard, Savoy,” Makar said as he gripped himself. His brother’s hand came along with his. Disgusted, he began to do as instructed.
Dom picked up one of the burner phones and began taking pictures of Makar until he finished. “You are so little and fast. Must disappoint women.”
I’m going to gut this bastard. Makar glowered, his anger surpassing his fear, wishing he had his switchblade and one hand free to slit Savoy’s throat.
Moving to Makar’s side, Dom shoved the gun into the wanker’s mouth. “Your turn, Kazimir, or Makar eats a bullet.”
Kazimir scowled at Dom. “You’re dead!” He took hold of his shaft and unwillingly whacked off.
Contemptuous laughter erupted from Dom when Kazimir finished quicker than his brother. “That happened so fast I barely got a picture. Though, you are more photogenic than your brother.”
He turned the phone, so the swine could view the photo of Kazimir as he jerked off. Dom shook his head sadly and sighed. “I can’t imagine you ever satisfying a woman. Is that why you go after children? They don’t realize what a loser you are.” After laying the cell on the nightstand, Dom straddled the chair again.
Makar snarled. “Get your jollies watching us?”
Letting his face show his real and genuine disgust, Dom replied, “No but it was necessary. You could say it was the la pièce de résistance for this stage.” Changing his face back to calm indifference Dom studied the arseholes, desiring to kill them in a slow and agonizing way, but recognized he didn’t have the time to make them pay dearly for terrorizing his children.
He launched into his tactics to obtain the details he needed. “You will die unless you provide me the information I want. I just gave you both a dose of poison. If you tell me the truth, I will give you the antidote, but you must be quick. The longer I delay in injecting the remedy, the less chance you will survive.” Dom held up the two remaining syringes.
Kazimir gaped at Makar whose jaw clenched tight. He did not want to die, so he blurted out, “What you want?”
“Shut up, Kazimir. You don’t know when to stay quiet. Those other guys said they would let us go if we told them what they wanted, but they didn’t. They sold us to Savoy anyway. No way he is letting us live.” Turning his venom-filled eyes to Dom, Makar spat out. “We aren’t telling you squat. Savelievich probably sold your girls last night. They are worse than dead. If we die now, you will still suffer for killing our brother.”
Dom chuckled. “You would be dead already if I wanted you dead. What I want is information in exchange for your lives. Who is th
e SAS leak?”
Both Makar and Kazimir remained silent.
“Suit yourselves. Live or die, makes no difference to me.” Dom nonchalantly tucked the hypodermics into his pocket.
Kazimir snorted. “Right. We live? We always look over shoulders. Waiting for you kill us.”
“Hey, better than dying here and now. Painfully, I might add. This poison will begin to eat you from the inside out, but it is your choice. Die, or earn a chance to survive so we can continue to play cat and mouse.” A Cheshire grin appeared on Dom’s face as he stood and strolled toward his pack, put the syringes inside, and hefted it up to his shoulder.
Confused by Savoy’s offer, Makar weighed his options. Certain death versus the possibility of living, and an opportunity to turn the tables and kill Savoy at a later date. His mouth became cottony, and he noticed the vodka on the table. He wanted a drink badly. “Wait!”
Dom took a steadying breath as his back remained to the scum brothers. He needed the information from them, or his family may never be safe. The SAS leak could also present a threat to old unit mates and their innocent children. Dom must draw out the intel from them though he sorely wanted to put a bullet in their brains. Pushing the desire to the back of his mind, Dom schooled his features into a bland expression before facing them again. “You want to talk?”
Unaware of his brother’s thoughts, only wanting to save his skin at this point, Kazimir answered, “Da!”
“Yes,” Makar simultaneously said, but added, “I need a drink.”
Setting his pack down, removing the syringes he put them into his shirt pocket then picked up the two vodka-filled glasses and strode to the bed. After placing a tumbler in each of their bound together hands, he observed as they struggled to be the first one to slake their thirst. Makar won. “Wet your whistle. This poison will make you cotton mouthed as it begins to work on your nervous system. The real pain should begin shortly, and once it does, there is no hope for you. So, start talking.”