The HiT Series

by Margaret McHeyzer

  “Send the address. Emily and I will sort this shit out. We’ll get her back.” I’m not sure how yet. We’re in a strange fucking country without our normal resources to fall back on. But if there’s one thing I know, it’s that I’m going to do whatever it takes to bring Anna back to me.

  “Ben, you need to make sure you don’t get caught. The FBI have issued an APB for 15, under her Anna Moore alias.”

  “What? Why?”

  “I’m not sure, but there’s also an arrest warrant for Katsu Vang.”

  I sigh deep into the phone, my thoughts turning over rapidly. This means the FBI knows I’m no longer around and have left my post in St. Cloud.

  Once this clusterfuck is over with Anna, I’m taking her and we’re leaving. She can come kicking and fucking screaming. She can fight me as much as she wants; I don’t care. We need to make a life together away from all this shit and all these dangers.

  It’s time we learned to operate as a unit, a couple. I’ll fight for her and make her see that even though I couldn’t tell her my true identity, now that she knows who I am, I’m not letting her go and I’m certainly not going to let her walk away from me.

  Anna

  “Wake up, whore.”

  My head’s thumping and I feel sick, like I’m about to throw up. My stomach’s churning and there’s a lump in my throat the size of a golf ball.

  But my knees, fuck, they’re killing me, and my back feels like it’s about to snap in half. My entire body’s aching and throbbing. I try to open my eyes, and it takes a few blinks to fully focus on my surroundings.

  Trying to raise my hand to rub my head, where I suspect there’s a lump, I realize I can’t move. My shoulders pull back and instantly a vicious yank feels like my arms are about to explode out of the sockets.

  My eyes focus, and I see the dungeon like room. I’m not lying down, I’m kneeling, and when I look down, the immense agony of being on my knees instantly floods to the front of my consciousness.

  I try to push myself up and hear the rattle of sturdy chains. I turn my stiff neck I attempt to see what the fuck’s going on. I’m shackled, like a beast. Chains and cuffs at my ankles, and chains and cuffs at my wrists. I’m restrained in such a way that I can’t move from this kneeling position with my arms out-stretched behind me. I can’t sit and I can’t stand, I’m stuck. When I turn my head to see where the chains are anchored, it’s high in the wall behind me.

  Fuck. I’m literally chained here and can’t move.

  “Oh, the whore thinks she can get away,” says the same nasally voice that commanded I wake. I look around the room and I see the butch daughter of the fat madam standing a few feet from me. Man, she’s one ugly cocksucker, just like her mother. She’s obese with short blonde hair and she looks even more evil than either her mother or her weedy father.

  “I’ll let you live if you let me go,” I say in a very low but deadly voice. I try to keep a steady, menacing tone.

  She throws her head back and laughs. The bitch is mocking me. She has no idea what she’s doing, and she certainly has no idea what I’m capable of.

  “Yeah about that, mate, looks like you’re pretty screwed to me. Well, not yet, anyway. I’ve got a couple of real special customers coming in for you. You’ll certainly be screwed by the time they’re done with you. I even got them to agree to fuck you together. Hope you don’t mind.” She laughs sarcastically.

  “I look forward to skinning you,” I say through a tightly-clenched jaw as my eyes focus on her.

  “We’ve never had anyone here that’s caused us as much trouble as you.” She starts to pace the room. “My father paid a good chunk of change for you. Now we own you and you owe us. And how do you repay your debt? You take my mother’s eye out and stab my father through the hand and kick the shit outta him.” She continues pacing. “So as I was saying, I’ve got two very special clients just waiting for me to give them the go-ahead. One likes to cut, the other likes to experiment with breath play. We’ve lost a couple of girls to the whole not breathing thing, but hey, when he heard about a delicious, fresh cunt from America, he said he’d pay big for you, but even if we don’t make back what we paid for you, I won’t be overly upset about it. I’ll just work the other girls harder.”

  Like fuck anyone’s going to touch me.

  I follow her with my gaze as she walks around the room. I don’t try to wrestle with the chains. I know that’s totally useless and she’d only get off on it. I need to conserve what little energy I have. So I just follow her with my eyes as she paces quite casually around the room, so comfortable. She rubs her hands together when she stops in front of me.

  “Let’s see what this sweet, tight pussy of yours tastes like.” She abruptly squats down and shoves her hand inside my panties. She sticks a finger up inside me and wiggles it around, she searches for a reaction. I remain completely impassive, giving her nothing.

  “Hmm, well you’re definitely tight and it’s not over worked. But you’re a dry bitch, aren’t you?” She’s either trying to get a rise out of me or she really is fucking sick in the head.

  Now she’s talking my language.

  I smile at her and let a small moan escape as I open my legs a little, sinking my pussy down on her hand. I start to grind my hips over her fingers.

  “Yes, my little bitch does like this. I can feel you getting wet.” Her voice quivers as she’s finger-fucking me. I keep grinding and groaning. “I might keep you for myself. I really want to eat your pussy. Let me taste.” She pulls her hand out of my panties and brings her stumpy fingers to her lips. She buries her digits deep into her mouth as she closes her eyes and moans while she licks them clean. “Did my little slut like that?”

  Time to work.

  I lower my eyes and sit back as far as I can on my haunches. I don’t move my head. Instead I’m signaling my submission. Well, so she thinks.

  I’ve been around long enough to know this twat thinks she’s a Domme, and I know how they work.

  “Yes, Madam,” I whisper.

  “No, not Madam. It’s Mistress, my little slut.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “There’s none of that safeword bullshit here. You take what I give you.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Hmmm, yes, you are very tasty. I might keep you for myself, slut, would you like that?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Tell me you want me.”

  “I want my Mistress.”

  “Tell me what I can do to you.”

  “Anything my Mistress desires.”

  “Good slut.” She kneels in front of me and immediately starts moving her hand to dive back into my pussy.

  “If it pleases my Mistress I’d like to shower and present myself for you.”

  She stops before she reaches me to renew her assault.

  “You’re learning fast. Have I broken you, whore?

  “Mistress, breath play scares me and knives hurt. I’d rather be your pet. You seem kinder.” I choose my words very carefully. Giving her the illusion of power she craves, letting her believe, making her think she’s more than she is.

  What she will be soon, though, is dead.

  She stands again, rising to her full height. She takes a step so all I can see is her shoes, and pats my hair for a few moments in silence. I kneel with my head down not making eye contact with her.

  I’ve got to dance with the circumstances and force the routine into the steps that I’m well acquainted with.

  “Yes, my little slut. I do believe you’ll be quite suited to my needs and appetites. I really do hope you like eating pussy.” She pauses for a moment. “Well truthfully, I don’t care what you like.” She lets out a rough laugh intended to scare me.

  Wrong answer, fucker.

  You don’t know who the hell you’re dealing with.

  The moment the chains are off, she’ll breathe her last.

  “I don’t trust you, slut. So for now you’ll be shackled. But I do enjoy my
bitches clean.”

  Ben

  “What do you mean, that they have a fucking ‘cutter’ coming in for her?” I ask Agent angrily.

  “I tapped the phones there, and I’ve got the daughter’s cell covered too. Looks like 15 is causing problems. She stabbed the wife in the eye with a syringe and did something to the husband.”

  I’m too fucking angry to laugh, because knowing Anna, she’ll fuck them over before they even realize who she is. “When’s this cutter coming?” I ask Agent.

  “The daughter delayed him by a couple of days. She told him that she wanted to play with 15 first and test her boundaries. But Ben, they’ve got her doped up on heroin.” There’s fear in his voice.

  “Fuck them. I’ll get her out now. I’m not waiting for the Doctor or anyone else. I’ll go in there and get her.” Anger has been building in me since the moment the building exploded, killing Claire. The explosion knocked Anna unconscious and made it easy for Vang to take her.

  But now, this is it. I’m not waiting one moment more to get her back.

  “Ben, it’s dangerous. We don’t know what you’re up against, what you’re in for.”

  “Track down this cutter. Get his number and call me back.”

  “This isn’t going to work without 15’s cooperation.”

  “Who isn’t here and fuck knows what’s happening to her. Call me when you have his number and try to track the GPS on his phone.”

  I hang up and go sit on the spotless, white, overly-large sofa. I sink back into it and let my head loll back into a huge, fluffy pillow.

  “Everything alright?” Emily asks as she comes in to sit opposite me.

  I lock my fingers together, close my eyes and bring my hands over my eyes. “It’s fucked. The whole entire situation is fucked.” I run my fingers through my hair.

  “Yeah it is. Claire’s gone, and now we’re fighting a ghost to get Anna before we can find Katsu and end him.”

  “Katsu needs to die. Those fuckers holding Anna have to die, and anyone else that stands in our way will follow too.”

  I’m not going to sit back and wait for Anna to get herself out of this situation, because I don’t know if she can. I don’t want her left on her own anymore.

  We’re in this together, and I don’t give a fuck what she thinks she wants. She’s been alone for far too long, and now that she knows who I am, I’m not letting her go.

  “Ben, we need to think smart,” Emily says.

  “I’m thinking we track down this cutter and get to him before he gets to Anna.”

  “That’ll work, but you just need to be careful that he doesn’t tip the whorehouse off so they kill Anna before we get to her.”

  My eyes fly open and my damn body shivers with the thought that what Emily is warning me about can actually happen. I’ll have to be convincing and make sure that he knows just how serious I am.

  When it comes to Anna, nothing is off limits. Nothing.

  Emily and I wait for what seems like days, but in actual fact it’s only hours before there’s a knock on the door.

  I walk over and open it, to find Doctor standing outside, pulling his shirt collar away from his neck.

  “Fuck it’s hot and sticky,” he says in that deep monotone voice. He barges past me and into the house where Emily stands in the family room.

  I close the door and follow him in, “I’m waiting for Agent to call to…” Doctor cuts me off.

  “You mean she’s not here yet? You’ve left her wherever the hell she is, and you’re still standing here waiting for Agent?” He points a finger at me then waves his hand around the room.

  “How the hell do you expect me to get in there and get her? Don’t you think it’ll be somewhat suspicious, an American going to a strange brothel and asking for an American whore? Obviously, they didn’t build a successful operation by being idiots,” I growl through gritted teeth to Doctor. “I don’t want her in there any more than you do, but we have to figure out how to get her out without too much commotion, because we don’t know exactly what we’re up against.”

  “Tell me what you do know,” Doctor says as he walks over toward the dining table and puts his bag down on the chair.

  “I don’t know what Agent’s told you,” I begin. “But she’s been injected with heroin, and sold as a sex slave to a brothel nearby.”

  “I’m aware of that. She’s going to need to detox, so I’ll find a room here and prepare to help her. Agent told me this house has been soundproofed, that’ll make it easier for us not having to deal with the neighbors while she’s kicking her habit. I’ve given Agent a list of things I need, and they should be delivered soon.” He turns on his heels and leaves to find a suitable room.

  My phone rings as I watch Doctor disappear down the hallway opening doors and looking inside each room.

  “Agent,” I say waiting for all the information he can give me.

  “Cutter’s name is Joshua Jamison. He frequents that brothel regularly, because he likes to cut. Most times, the girls don’t survive.”

  Shit, what a sick fucker.

  “Go on,” I instruct Agent as I listen to all details.

  “He’s quite high up in the banking world, lives in Vaucluse with his family. Married thirteen years, has a daughter and a son. His wife is an interior designer. She has her own firm, and quite successful too.”

  As Agent’s talking, a plan is starting to come together, a way to get Anna out while still flying under the radar, for now.

  “How old are the kids?” I ask.

  “Son is ten and the daughter is eight.”

  “I need some guns and a sniper’s rifle.”

  “They’re already on their way to you. They aren’t your weapons but I knew you wouldn’t mind.” He lets out a humorless chuckle.

  “No, I fucking don’t.” I turn to Emily and look at her, giving her a small nod.

  “Send me Jamison’s home address and his cell number. I want to greet him at his home by the time he gets there, so keep me informed of his location. When should I be expecting the guns?”

  “They should arrive any time. There’ll also be some Glocks for 15. Hers were lost in the explosion, but these will do until she’s back.”

  What Agent doesn’t know is that she’s never going back, not to being 15.

  “We’ll wait for them, just send me Jamison’s information.” I hang up and sit beside Emily.

  “What’s he sending?” she asks before I say anything.

  She knows.

  “Guns and a sniper rifle.”

  “Did he say which rifle?”

  I shake my head, “But he did mention he’s sending Glocks for Anna.”

  “Doesn’t matter. I’ll figure it out. What’s the plan?” She sits forward, leaning her forearms on her thighs, and listens intently as I describe what’s going to happen.

  Halfway through my explanation, a text message arrives with Jamison’s cell number, address, and a picture of him for visual confirmation.

  “You sure that’s the way you want to go?” she asks as she stands and stretches her back.

  “It’s the only way to do it,” I confirm and look around to see where Doctor is.

  There’s a knock at the front door, and I know that it’ll be the guns. I motion for Emily to leave the open plan family room and I walk over to the front door. When I open it, there are two men standing in suits with dark sunglasses on.

  “Drop off,” one says confidently and looks inside. “As instructed by 15’s handler.” I suppress a chuckle, because although I’ve never seen him, he still carries a fair bit of clout, even here in Australia.

  I lift my chin toward the family room, and the two guys walk in to carefully place two big, silver suitcases on the floor. They turn and leave, without another word, without asking for a dime, they simply vanish back out the door as quickly as they appeared.

  Doesn’t matter what country; everyone knows who 15 is.

  I grab one of the cases and take it over to t
he dining table, setting it down gently and flicking the sliding buttons to open the lid.

  Inside is a sniper’s rifle, disassembled, with the scope lying at the top.

  “Oh brother, a M40. Nice! But it’s been modified. See here? This is usually one long piece, makes the bullet glide out easier. But this has been cut and there’s a part that screws on, giving the barrel extra length. More precision. And look at the scope, not the usual one that comes with it. A standard M40 can do just under a thousand yards. But this one, I’d guess with the modifications can shoot about twelve hundred yards. My aim’s not that good, but I bet your girlfriend could do it in her sleep.”

  Emily picks up the pieces and easily puts them together, then looks at me with a satisfied, arrogant look spreading across her face.

  “Since when can you put one of those together that quickly?” I ask as I point to the now-assembled M40.

  “Mom and Dad may have left you in charge of the business, but I can definitely hold my own. I’ve been putting these together for years. I just haven’t bothered telling you because I’ve never had the need. Now you know.” Emily grins. “So once we’ve got Anna back, we go after Vang. Fucking take that bastard down and anyone helping him,” she says.

  “First, we need to go to this address in Vaucluse,” I show her the message, “before Joshua Jamison gets home.”

  I open the second case, and find that it holds four Glocks and a multitude of rounds for them. There are also four earpieces and a small tablet.

  The phone in my jeans pocket rings. I take it out and answer it.

  “The suitcases have already arrived, and I’m sure you know what’s in them. The earpieces are all connected and ready to go. The tablet has another link to me in case anything happens to your phone. If you need anything else, call.” He hangs up before I can speak.

  “Here.” I hand an earpiece to Emily and put one in my ear too. We connect the small microphones and test them, just making sure all is in working order.

  “You ready?” I whisper, testing it once more.

  “Ha,” she stifles a laugh, “let the caper begin.” She takes the sniper rifle and the box of bullets and walks over to the front door. With the gun in plain view, she stands by the door and looks over at me.