The Country Club: Ladies' Night (The One Percent Book 3)

by Tim Miller

“Of course.”

  She opened the door and stepped inside. Derek watched her enter and felt a knot form in his stomach. In his few months working there, the members hardly spoke to him at all, let alone ask him questions. Especially about Mr. Black. As far as he was concerned, that nut can stay as far away as possible. The last thing he wanted was another dinner with that freak. Derek wondered if all rich people were this fucking crazy or if these people were a special kind of fucked up.

  As the members each took to their rooms, within a matter of minutes the halls were filled with the sound of screams and random power tools. He had no idea what was happening in the rooms, nor did he want to know. Amelia had come up the stairs and went down the other hall in Blake’s direction. Derek smiled to himself, wondering if Blake would be getting his hands dirty tonight. No telling.

  For the next hour, he paced back and forth. A couple times he had to go get extra towels or other random items for some of the members. Later he heard a scream down Blake’s hall. It sounded too loud to have been coming from one of the rooms. He looked around but nothing on Derek’s side was out of order. He wasn’t sure if he should leave his post to investigate or what.

  After a few minutes, he heard it again, this time louder. He slowly headed in that direction and turned the corner and saw Blake near the last room bent over a woman’s body. Derek ran up to see him dragging Amelia’s body into one of the rooms.

  “What the fuck?” Derek said. “What happened?”

  Blake looked up. Her victim was a young woman, stripped naked and strapped to a chair but otherwise unharmed.

  “Quiet!” Blake said. “Help me out! Get her legs and bring her inside.”

  Derek picked up her legs and brought her into the room where they sat her down. Looking up, he noticed the camera in the corner was covered. Amelia’s face was bloody and her throat had been cut. Blake had blood all over the front of his suit.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Derek asked.

  “Just hear me out. Shit is going down tonight. This place, is also going down. I don’t want to hurt you. I know you’ve had reservations about working here. So you gonna help me?” Blake explained.

  “Help you what? What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “I work for another organization. They got me in the door here. Like undercover.”

  “You mean like a spy?”

  “No. Just shut up a second. We are taking this place down. One at a time until we get to Camila and setting these folks free who are being kept here. You want in? If not, I have to kill you.” Blake reached into his jacket and pulled out a large hunting knife. “I need an answer.”

  Derek looked at the blood stained knife, Amelia’s body and the girl strapped to the chair. Her eyes pleading with him as her body trembled. This was not how he’d expected the night to go.

  Chapter 23

  Brett pushed the cart through the back hall and into the kitchen. He had just placed a fresh body in the cart from one of the rooms. This one wasn’t even badly mutilated. The member had chosen to strangle them. Granted, they would tighten and loosen the cord over and over, so the whole thing had taken hours, and the victim had gone through great suffering. But at least the body was mostly intact.

  Simon had asked him to bring a fresh body to the kitchen for some big feast they had planned later on. Brett had seen Simon at work and his cooking looked amazing, if it wasn’t something right out of a horror film. He wondered if Sophie had been forced to eat some of Simon’s cooking. Most likely. The new members always had a special banquet with him. She was way tougher than he was. No way could he eat human flesh. Especially after seeing it prepared.

  Simon looked at him and smiled as he pushed the cart through the double doors. Clint walked along behind him pushing his own cart.

  “Well, hello gentlemen! Let’s see what you have here.”

  Simon leaned into Brett’s cart and moved the dead girl’s hair from her face.

  “Oh yes. She is beautiful. Quite a looker. She was anyway. She’s in great shape. A little plump, still warm. Excellent. Help me get her on the table here.”

  As Simon was speaking, Brett looked around and found a meat cleaver from the counter and raised it over his head. While Simon was standing up, Brett brought the cleaver down, planting it into the center of Simon’s skull. At first, Brett thought he didn’t hit him right. Simon finished standing as blood trickled down his forehead, the handle of the cleaver sticking out.

  “Hey,” Simon said. “What’s going on? Why you do that?” He looked around before his pupils dilated and he collapsed forward into the cart.

  “What the fuck?” Clint said. “What did you do? Why did you do that? Camila is going to kill you man! Fuck! What the fuck! She may kill me too!” Clint was pacing while freaking himself out as Brett tried to pull the cleaver from Simon’s skull. He worked it free as Clint was coming toward him.

  “What are you doing?” Clint asked as Brett smashed the meat cleaver into his head. Clint staggered back as Brett pulled it free and struck him several more times. A chunk of bloody bone fell from the side of his head as he collapsed to the ground. Brett picked up his body and flopped him into the cart on top of Simon’s. He found a tablecloth on one of the shelves and threw it over the bodies and pushed the cart out the double doors and down the hall and onto the elevator.

  He got to the lower level and toward the incinerator. The guy who ran it was standing there loading body parts into the fire. Brett kept the cleaver handy. He had a story in hopes he wouldn’t have to kill the guy. He was just stuck there like many of the workers.

  “Hey man,” the worker said. “What ya got for me?”

  “Camila had some personnel issues. So she took care of them and had me bring them down here,” Brett explained.

  The guy pulled the table cloth back and looked at the bodies.

  “Holy shit. That’s her chef. Camila did that?”

  “Yeah. Not sure what happened. I just cleaned it up.”

  “All right. I don’t wanna know. Give me a hand.”

  Brett leaned in and helped him hoist the bodies onto the rollers. One at a time he shoved them into the fire. A puff of smoke and the smell of burned flesh and hair filled the room as they got the last body in. Brett then nodded and turned away, pushing the cart back to the elevator. He hoped Sophie was doing ok. He knew she’d be arriving soon if she wasn’t already there. He also knew there were others working for Mr. White in the club, but he wasn’t sure who. It wouldn’t be long before Camila figured out something was happening.

  He took the elevator to the upper level and pushed his cart down the hall. There were screams coming from the different rooms. He pushed the cart down the hall until one of the doors opened. A woman came walking out. She had blood on her clothes and some on her face. She looked like she’d tried to clean some of it off, but missed plenty of it.

  He stepped inside the room when he heard screaming coming from the other end of the hall. It was a series of short screams and then the security guy, Derek came running by. Brett wasn’t sure if Derek was with them or not. He’d have to wait and see. He wished White had given them clearer instructions and told him who was who. But he understood. If one of them were compromised and tortured, they’d give up everyone.

  Hopefully this would work. He stepped out of the room and looked down the hall. Blake and Derek were dragging Amelia into the room. Were both of them part of it? Brett pretended not to see what was going on and went back into the room and began cleaning. He rolled the body off the table. This one had been a guy, but his face had been smashed in. Once the body was in the cart, he dug out his cleaning supplies and began cleaning.

  It took longer by himself but in just over an hour he had the room clean enough. It wasn’t like it would matter in a few hours. He’d either be free or dead. Once it was cleaned and the body was in the cart, he wheeled it down the hall when he heard screaming from downstairs. He stopped and looked around, and then kept going. There were sever
al more screams, then gunshots and then all hell broke loose.

  Chapter 24

  Laura looked around the room. Her victim was a woman, similar to her own age strapped to a table. The woman was naked and trembling while trying to scream through a gag. Laura fumbled around with some of the tools on the table until she heard screaming from outside. When she stuck her head out, the security guy was running in the other direction. It was time.

  She walked to the table and leaned over her victim.

  “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to remove your gag. You have to promise me you won’t scream. If you scream, I’ll put it back on and I will hurt you. Blink twice if you understand.”

  The woman blinked two quick times and Laura removed the gag and began undoing the straps.

  “I’m getting you out of here,” she said.

  “Who are you? What is this place?” the woman asked.

  “This is fucking hell. Satan himself runs this place and his she-devil is lurking around downstairs.” Once she undid the straps, she removed her shirt and handed it to the girl. This left Laura only wearing a sports bra and pants, but she didn’t care.

  “Put this on,” she told the woman. The girl did as she was told. As she stood she was a few inches shorter than Laura, so the shirt mostly covered her. “What is your name?”

  “Danielle.”

  “Ok Danielle. Here.” She handed the girl a knife while she picked up a hatchet from the table. “I know you don’t know what is going on, so here’s the deal as quick as I can tell you. This place is a fucked up club run by evil rich people. They kidnap folks like you and torture them for fun.”

  “Oh my God. You mean like in the movie Hostel?”

  “Kind of, fuck that movie. Anyway, I work for some people trying to stop them. But we are going to need to fight. So I need you to stick that knife into anyone who tries to stop us. Can you do that?”

  “I think so.”

  “Well, you’ll know soon enough. If you don’t they will kill us both in the most gruesome, painful way possible. So get your shit together and let’s go.”

  Laura pushed the door open and stepped into the hall. Once she was sure it was clear, she signaled to Danielle. They walked down the hall and around the first corner down the stairwell. Once she got downstairs, Laura saw people running past her in both directions. She held the hatchet to her side. Apparently with the commotion, no one noticed Danielle didn’t belong. But at the club, no one was ever roaming free who shouldn’t be.

  She got downstairs when one of the other new girls ran up to her.

  “What’s going on?” the girl said.

  “I don’t know. I just heard someone screaming and came down here. Have you seen Camila?”

  “No! I don’t know. The security guys are freaking out and running all over.” The girl looked over at Danielle. “Who is this? What are you holding?”

  Laura wasn’t going to wait for her to freak out. She swung the hatchet at her side arm, slamming it into the side of her neck. Blood sprayed as a V-shaped gash opened up in her neck as she collapsed to the ground. They stepped over the body and ran toward the dining hall when one of the security guards yelled at them.

  “Hey! Get over here!” he shouted as he ran toward them. Laura grabbed Danielle’s hand and they ran until Danielle tripped. The security guy reached into his jacket for a gun when Laura flung the hatchet at him. She’d never thrown one like that before and it didn’t work like she’d hoped. It did however hit him in the nose, knocking him to the ground. She ran up and picked up the hatchet and chopped the top of his head off. Brains and blood spilled onto the floor. She dug through his jacket and removed his gun, a Glock 17, and two extra magazines as she turned to Danielle.

  “In here,” she said. They ran into the dining hall as she stuffed the gun down the back of her pants. There were other new members milling about the dining hall. Most of them looked confused and scared.

  “What’s going on?” Several of them asked.

  “I don’t know. There’s some kind of security breach.”

  “Who is this?” one of the girl’s said. “Where are her clothes?”

  “I don’t think she’s one of us.” Another girl said.

  “Is she from the room? Did you let her go?”

  “Guys!” Laura said trying to play it off. “Just shut up. Let’s hang out here and wait this out.”

  “I don’t like this.” A tall, blonde woman said as she looked them both up and down with disgust. “I’m going to find Camila.”

  “Laura counted. There were four women in the room beside her and Danielle. As the blonde headed for the door, Laura took out the gun and fired a single shot into the back of her head. The shot sounded like an explosion in the large room as the blonde’s head exploded. The wall looked like it was covered in red paint as she flopped forward. The other women screamed as they turned headed toward the kitchen entrance. Laura turned and opened fire on each of them.

  One by one the remaining women went down until it was just Laura and Danielle left. Laura checked the magazine and saw she still had about a dozen rounds left. She heard someone grunting as she looked around. One of the women was bleeding from her back, still trying to crawl to the door. Laura walked up behind her and swung the hatchet, striking her in the top of the skull. She reared back and hit her several more times. The woman collapsed face first into the floor as her body twitched for a minute before going still.

  “Fuck,” Laura said. “We can’t stay here. Where did they keep you at? Before they took you up there. You remember?”

  “I mean… I was in some cage. When they took me to that room they put me on an elevator.”

  “Ok. I bet there’s a lower level. Were there others down there?”

  “Yeah. A bunch.”

  “Ok. Let’s go find them.”

  Chapter 25

  Derek watched as Blake unstrapped the girl and took off his jacket, placing it around her.

  “We’re not going to hurt you. We’re getting out of here,” Blake said as he looked at Derek. “There is a gun locker outside the control room. We need to get over there and grab some weapons.”

  Derek nodded. He wasn’t sure what he was doing. The money at this job was good, but he wasn’t sure how much he could take of this place. Not to mention, he doubted there was a pension plan or retirement program. What would happen when he was too old to work or got sick or injured? He doubted you just retired from this place. Granted that was years down the road, but may as well plan ahead. Had he known what he was getting into, he’d have passed on this job entirely.

  He followed Blake down the hall as the girl followed them. They wound around the back stairwell to the control room. Blake removed his key and opened the steel cabinet outside. There were several handguns hanging from the cabinet as well as several shotguns stacked inside. They each grabbed one of the handguns, all Glock 17s as well as the shotguns, extra magazines and handfuls of shotgun shells as they each loaded their weapons.

  “Don’t I get one?” the girl asked.

  “What?” Blake said. “Are you fucking kidding?”

  “If you are trying to get me out of here. I should get a gun.”

  “You even know how to use a gun?”

  “Yeah. You point it and shoot!”

  “Oh for fuck’s sake,” Blake said. “You’re not getting a gun. Just stick by us.”

  “Here,” Derek said, handing her his Glock and an extra magazine before he grabbed another from the locker. Blake looked at him. “What? As long as she don’t use it on us. Gives her a fighting chance.”

  “She’s gonna get wasted.”

  “We’re all gonna get wasted unless you and your boys have some great plan,” Derek said.

  Blake just nodded as they headed down the hall. Two more security guys came running up, but stopped. One of them drew a gun. Some of the guys who had been there longer carried a gun all the time. Most of them didn’t, hence the locker. Before the guard approaching th
em could draw his gun, Blake fired the shotgun, knocking him off his feet. The other security guy froze, but Blake shot him where he stood. Seconds later, more shots rang out from downstairs.

  “Fuck. It’s on.” Blake said. “We’re going through and shooting anyone that moves.”

  “You have anyone else working with you?”

  “They said there was, but I’m not sure who.”

  “Then how the fuck you know not to shoot them?”

  Blake just looked at him and kept walking. Derek was feeling less confident about this whole thing as each minute wore on. Part of him wondered if he should just take Blake out and shut this whole thing down. Maybe he’d get a reward or promotion. That or they’d just kill anyone and everyone they thought was involved and start over. It wasn’t like these people valued human life. Except for other rich folks.

  Guys like him were one step above the people downstairs. Even then, Camila had one of her own killed like she was nothing. No, he was doing the right thing. Even if it got him killed. He’d made enough bad decisions in his life. If he died making the right one for a change, it would be worth it.

  They headed down the stairs when more shots rang out from the dining hall. They reached the bottom and found a security guard with his head busted open.

  “What the fuck?” Derek asked.

  “Another one of ours.”

  They moved into the dining hall and found several dead women lying around. One had her brains blown all over the door. The others were lying near the kitchen entrance. They stepped over the bodies and arrived in the kitchen where two women were. One was half naked, the other was Laura, the hot chick Camila liked. Laura spun around pointing her gun at them. Derek raised the shotgun but Blake yelled out first.

  “Who sent you?” he asked. Laura stopped and looked at him.

  “What?”

  “You work for someone. Who do you work for?”

  Laura looked confused.

  “I’m with Mr. White. Both of us are. Well, kind of. Long story. He recruited me.”