Unbound; The Dominator III

by DD Prince

  “Redhead,” I said, giving my wife a wink. She was on the bed beside me, on her belly, chin propped on her hand, listening, hair over one shoulder. She had a look in her eyes that was giving me a hard-on. She’d been giving me a hard-on all day, really, with how sassy she’d been to Randall.

  Zack was sitting on the other bed in the room, also listening.

  “Okay,” I heard him typing, “We have a few redheads. Right now, there are two options, both unbooked, that could be brought to you. There’s Anastasia. She’s never been off the property before but she’s absolutely suitable and we can make it happen. There are girls that won’t ever be let off the resort, but a select few are excellent company and we have zero concerns about having them follow our rules off-site.”

  “Anastasia. Have I met her?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. There’s also Truly Garnet. She’s left the property twice, gone on excursions with Joseph. She’s exceptional. More submissive tendencies than Anastasia and you prefer submissive tendencies, if I recall.”

  “You recall correctly. Truly. Have I met her?” I asked.

  Angel’s face lit up.

  “She was present at the get-together in the Townsend room the night you arrived.”

  “Oh. I remember.” I said low, “She’d be…yeah. She’d be good.”

  “I’ll arrange it. Where should we send her?”

  “Let me get you a text. That okay? This number?”

  “Of course that’s okay and yes. She’ll have a guard with her who can remain with you or, if you like, you can send him back.”

  “It’s probably better he stay.”

  “You have no concerns with her. I assure you.”

  “Good to know. But I’d feel better. I’m still a novice at this… you know, lifestyle.”

  “I understand. And you won’t be for long, I’m sure.” There was humor in his voice.

  “Text you soon. See you when I’m back tomorrow, tomorrow night.”

  “Good. See you tomorrow then. Thank you for the update, Dario. Er…Mr. Ferrano.”

  “Call me Dario, man. And thanks, buddy.”

  I hung up. Little asshole was trying to get upgraded from Mr. Ferrano to Dario. He could have that. For today.

  Truly apparently knew the place like the back of her hand. Lisa and I had been on the phone and she’d given me some information about layouts, exits, and other stuff she could remember from her last days there. The last few months before Pop bought her, she’d been doing a lot of training and working with subs so she had access to areas Angel wouldn’t have much knowledge of. Truly had been at Kruna for ten years. Her information added to the mix would be invaluable.

  The plan?

  We strong-arm a few guards on their break and replace them with a couple of our guys who, once inside, can put the rest of the plan into action.

  Zack had people on the way. We had Tommy, Nino, and Tino coming.

  Zack was fiddling on his phone.

  “Alessandro Romero is sharing some resources. Whatever we need. He has a few staff members in Thailand. He’s sending us a computer hacker who can help us with power, security systems, and camera feeds. All of it. Guy should be here in forty-five minutes. And he says he has a cache here. We have access to all the guns we want.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “He wants to be an ally,” Zack said, “He has reasons.” Zack didn’t make eye contact with Angel when he said this. She looked a little bit baffled by the conversation. I changed the subject, not wanting to bring Holly into this.

  “Why does he even know about this?” I demanded, but this was good. I’d just been thinking about how to get help from someone who was good with computers. I thought I’d have to call on a resource that would have to help me remotely. Here was better.

  “I can’t tell you that,” Zack shrugged.

  “I need this stuff,” I told him, handing him a piece of paper with a list of items, “Can you get me this stuff right now?”

  “You making a bomb?” Zack asked.

  I smiled.

  Angel’s eyes went wide.

  “I can get you this stuff in an hour.”

  “This is why we pay you the big bucks,” I said.

  Tommy and Tia arrived then, with Nino and Tino.

  We put the girls in the adjoining bedroom and shut the door and sat and worked on the plan. But the girls kept finding excuses to come out so we didn’t send them back and before long, they were listening, adding their two cents.

  Nino and Tino wanted to be part of the ground crew. They’d help get the slaves out, the partners and members segregated some place where we could make them hurt.

  Two hours later, Angel and I met the security guard who brought Truly to us.

  She got out of a car after her guard opened her door. He was a tall Asian bodybuilder type. Two seconds after he shut her door, one of Zack’s employees stepped up behind him and stuck a syringe in his neck. The big guy went down like a tree falling, and we put him in a van and he was being taken off to be interrogated.

  Truly stood there, dumbfounded, her long curly red hair tamed in a demure headband. She was dressed in a sundress similar to the dress I first saw my angel in. She looked a bit shell shocked.

  “You’re okay,” I told her, “We’re here to help.” I passed her my cell phone. Lisa was on the other end.

  She held the phone to her ear, looking more than shell shocked.

  “Hello?”

  After intently listening for a minute, a big smile spread across her face.

  She passed me my phone and threw her arms around Angel, a huge smile on her face, tears in her eyes. Then she stopped, pressed her hands down in a calming gesture, “I can process all these feelings I’m having later. Let’s fucking do this first!”

  It was astounding to me how differently people could react in the identical situation. Angel said this girl had spent ten years in that joint and she looked 100% whole instead of broken. She was immediately ready to roll with helping us take them down.

  She went back to the motel with us and we sat and mapped out the rest of our plan together, Truly giving us very usable information and drawing out a rough but helpful map of every single nook and cranny of the place. Zack’s people stayed in touch with Kruna through the guard’s cell phone once or twice to make sure he wasn’t missed and that nothing was amiss.

  The hacker Alessandro had sent over carefully worked to temporarily block Angel and Truly’s trackers but in a way that wouldn’t trigger an alert to the Kruna tracking server.

  Truly had been into computers, so she talked to him about the system. She also talked to Nino and Tino more about the Kruna layout with some helpful information about camera angles, a peg board with keys and how they might access it, as well as details about the location of the main circuit boards. The hacker, a younger Irish guy named Jonas, was going to put a block over the area to prevent phone and Wi-Fi signals.

  The plan: a small explosion gets everyone outside. Slaves are in one section, members, partners, and staff in another.

  We get the slaves out and to a secure location.

  Our security strongrms partners and members and staff into those basement shower stalls in the area used to break new slaves.

  And then I blow the fucking place up remotely.

  “You gonna go there first and tell them what you think of them?” Tia asked when we’d gone over the plan with everyone involved in the room.

  “Nope,” I said, “Know why?”

  “Why?” Tia looked surprised.

  “I don’t need to get near there and create any chance in the world that things will go wrong, that I won’t get back to my wife. I won’t risk that. I will do one thing, though.”

  Everyone was listening.

  “Our security team is gonna plant one screen before they go and a recorded message is going to be broadcast. They’re gonna know, before they die, that they do not fuck with the Ferranos. Right, Mrs. Ferrano?” I looked at my wife. />
  “Right,” both she and the other Mrs. Ferrano, Tia, said in unison.

  ***

  Dare

  Several hours later

  “Hello, Kruna partners and members. You knew my father. My father should not have bequeathed me and my brother a piece of this sick fucking hellhole. No wait, I’m glad he did. Because I got my angel and now I get to destroy it. You wanna push the button, Angelbaby?”

  “Oh, yes, Master,” Angel said in the background and then she leaned in to get in the view of the camera and she flipped the double bird. “Fuck you. All of you. I hope that when you burn in hell, your dicks fall off, you spend eternity getting fucked dry up the ass, and that the gnashing of teeth never ever stops.”

  “Good girl, Angel.” I winked, “Oh. One second, Angelbaby. They should also know that they’re gonna die painfully, burning alive, and that we’ve found a computer hacker who’s already drained their bank accounts. We’ve gotten the slaves out and they’re all gonna live off your money. Though there’s not enough money in the world to make up for what you sick fucks have done. We might not have gotten all of you fuckers, but most of you are gonna burn. Starting now. Chen, Lucas, Delgado. Ruiz. The rest of you sick scumbags. Hit that button, my baby.”

  The camera panned to Angel, pushing a button on a laptop.

  “This is symbolic, really,” I added, “Since this button doesn’t actually do anything but it helps her feel better. Ciao motherfuckers. Say hello to my Pop in that lake of fire.”

  Angel

  We were parked far enough to be safe, close enough to watch the place go up in flames. And it did. The slaves were safe. The bad guys were burning. It went off without a hitch. The plan was quickly, carefully, and perfectly executed. Tommy, Zack, and whoever else helped? They took that place down. That place that had crushed me into dust? Now it was dust.

  As we left, pulling away, I gave him a big smile and said,

  “I got one thing to say.”

  “What’s that?” His eyes were flooded with concern.

  I smiled. “Bye Felicia.”

  His eyes lit with amusement and then his lips were on mine.

  “Good riddance,” he whispered.

  ***

  We had no casualties on our side and the mission had been accomplished.

  We were on our way home, taking a commercial flight from Bangkok. Not every partner was there. All the senior team, except for Bart Shaw were, but if he decided to dig, he’d see that we were off site, caught unaware, and that we flew home last minute, without checked luggage.

  Dare and Tommy were quite a team, together. The way the whole thing happened was very impressive. I was in awe of the skills my husband had. I think Tia was, too. We kept catching one another staring at our handsome husbands and fighting our smiles. They let us see the whole plan get mapped out and it… was… awesome!

  I shouldn’t be celebrating the death of so many. But so many bad guys!

  The day it blew up, Tommy and Tia flew to St. Louis and stayed there a couple days due to a funeral of Tommy’s friend’s wife. Tia told me what happened in Las Vegas. Poor Tess. Poor Tia. I felt terrible for Tommy’s friend John and those poor kids who lost their mom.

  Tino and Nino stayed behind a few days and were going to fly back home from another city. I saw Dare and Tommy in a huddle with them and everyone stopped talking when I’d approached so I left them to their conversation.

  Like Tommy and Tia, they’d gotten here under the radar with some fake passports on a charter flight.

  I didn’t know what Zack’s plans were but he and his team took off shortly after everything. He’d shaken my husband’s hand and kissed my hand and told us he’d be in touch back home.

  ***

  We were going up in the elevator and I thought back to the elevator trip after our last trip back from Thailand. Me and him, riding the elevator, the anticipation I’d felt about being alone with my Master in his home for the first time.

  “Thank you. For everything,” I said.

  He squeezed my hand.

  “You’re gonna pay me back. In forever. Forever with a big family.”

  “I am,” I kissed him.

  The elevator dinged and we emerged from it and walked together toward our apartment.

  “I kept another promise, Angel.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Holly.”

  “Holly?” I was wide-eyed.

  “Found her, my baby. She’s alive.”

  Dare

  Angel threw her arms around me, joyfully. I was glad she couldn’t see my face. At least she’d feel that joy for a heartbeat, before knowing the rest of it.

  “Where is she?”

  “Mexico.”

  “Huh, really? Why?”

  “Things aren’t exactly cut and dried with Holly but I’ll explain that tomorrow, if that’s okay with you? I’m absolutely wiped.”

  “Was she…was she sold to someone down there?” Her eyes were wide.

  I nodded, “Yeah. She’s with the guy who saved Tessa. He saved Tessa from a fate that’d would’ve been similar to yours and Lisa’s.”

  Her mouth opened and her eyes went wide. And then she looked sort of relieved. I didn’t have the heart to burst the bubble, the idea that Holly was with some sort of white knight.

  “More tomorrow, okay?”

  She nodded and kissed me, “Thank you, Dare. Thank you for saving me and for helping me find my baby sister. I love you so much.”

  “It’ll take some time, my baby, but my next goal is to arrange for you to see her.”

  Somehow. I didn’t know how yet, but my wife would see her sister.

  ***

  Kruna. Problem two. Solved. Before the place blew, five big school buses pulled out of Kruna and after those buses pulled away, all the slaves got to see the building explode into a ball of fire, debris, and black ash.

  Those buses were filled with Kruna slaves who would be de-briefed and given help, set-up with fresh starts, using money that Jonas had moved around from Kruna and Kruna owner accounts. The slaves didn’t know who saved them; we were careful about that. We’d also be careful about the anonymous donation that would go wherever it needed to go to help.

  The official report would list an anonymous vigilante group had informed about the place through knowledge gleaned from Jason Frost, months before. That information would link Jason Frost, dead Donavan Frost, and the dead Sylvia Frost to the sex slave resort. No other Frosts would be in politics for the foreseeable future.

  The bus drivers would only tell authorities they were paid in cash to drive to Kruna and load the buses with the people that were led in by four men in balaclavas. The buses were driven to Chon Buri, to the office run by Barry Dresden’s task force. They were to ask for Randall. The office hadn’t closed and Randall hadn’t left it yet. He could deal with them for starters, send them all to that retreat. Help them get on with their lives.

  And before we left Thailand, I’d called Lisa and got some other very helpful information. Tino and Nino were staying behind to take care of another problem for me. A problem that needed to be dealt with.

  ***

  A 27-year-old man would be found dead in a Chiang Mai motel room after we left the country.

  No one knew that it was Jason Frost, though. I couldn’t risk his name coming out in case someone out there who was left over from Kruna who’d been told I’d had Jason taken out months earlier.

  There was also the fact that the motherfucker had hurt my Angel, had been responsible for her going to Kruna in the first place. I’d have done it myself, I wanted to, but I was more focused on getting home and getting on with my life. So, Nino and Tino had taken care of that for me.

  Lisa told me all about seeing him at the retreat. The retreat was also the place they’d been holding him. We greased a few palms and got enough info and we’d gotten him out of there before that task force had been dismantled to the point that Frost was released.

  I handled this par
t of things quietly; Angel didn’t need to know. Unless she wanted to know.

  It didn’t take long for her to bring him up.

  “I wonder what’ll happen to Jason,” Angel mused, back at home. I’d just finished having the place swept for bugs by Hal, Zack’s guy, in case someone had gotten in while we were gone. And then I had it done again in case Hal was not on the up and up. It was clean.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, innocently, locking the door and setting the alarm.

  “He’s being held for his testimony. Lisa saw him. Now that things have changed, what’ll they do to him? Do you think they’ll just release him? Oh shit, do you think he’ll come after us?”

  “No. Jason won’t be a concern.”

  “How do you know.”

  “I know.”

  “Dare?”

  “Jason Frost was found dead in a motel room’s bathtub. But no one knows it was him. John Doe. I don’t think they’ll recognize him from his dental records, considering I’m pretty sure he died after his teeth being pulled out one by one. His organs were harvested. Someone might as well get use out of that guy.”

  She went wide-eyed.

  “You did that him? Or you ordered it be done to him?

  “I made some calls.”

  “Nino and Tino. That huddle. Do I want to know any more details?”

  “You’ll have to decide that for yourself, Angelbaby.”

  Angel

  “You’d tell me?”

  “I would. Careful, though. Make sure you really wanna know.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Good answer.”

  I blinked at him, lost for words.

  “I made you a promise. He was lumped in there from the start,” he shrugged.

  “We don’t have to talk about this.”

  “Your call, Angel.”

  “What’ll happen to Cleo, I wonder. She was on one of those buses, wasn’t she?”

  “Cleo’s dead, too, baby.”

  “Huh? Did you lump her in with the members and partners?”