His Dark Moon

The rescue

Samuel

6 years later

I stare at the bastard whom I have tied to a chair, bloodied and bruised from my brutality.

The enemy's blood covers my hands, the front of my chest, and my neck.

The best feeling ever.

His fingernails are chipped, his face turning deep purple from my punches from earlier, a gunshot wound on his kneecaps and shoulder, and a few cuts on his naked chest and stomach, make him look like a bleeding ugly bear.

Sebastian, my brother who is leaning against the wooden table filled with weapons for my torture session, stares at my bloodied state, disgust fills his handsome features as his gaze slides at the bastard in disbelief.

Disgust that I enjoy watching the bastard bleed.

Disbelief that the bastard of a man still refuses to answer.

"Where are the girls who are being auctioned next week?", I ask him again, my patience running low.

"I- I don't know", is all he says in his thick Russian accent.

I need to make him speak or the young, innocent girls will be auctioned to men who are no different from monsters.

The only goal I have ever had is to annihilate human trafficking, but the Russians are a huge pain in the ass. They kidnap young, virgin girls to sell them as s*x slaves. I cannot tolerate that happening in my territory.

Spanish mob is many things but not a human trafficking company. We respect and protect women and children, which was why Zeus was created. Zeus is a security company that was run by my father not only to provide safety for clients but also to eradicate human trafficking from the world. After my Dad's death, I inherited his company as the oldest. Sebastian Sanchez is the consigliere of the family.

I take a hammer from the table and slam it on the Russian bastard's left hand. Screams fill the basement as pleasure runs through my veins.

I take a sharp dagger and hold it onto his index finger, and shoot a warning look at him. The bastard finally utters, "The old warehouse in the Devil's Square."

I cut the bastard's throat with the sharp dagger ear-to-ear, as I order, "Get the men armed before 7."

"Consider it done", Sebastian utters as I hear footsteps retreating to the exit door.

Showtime.

At Devil's Square,

I walk quietly towards the door as I motion for Gabriel, one of the most trusted men, to cover me. Men move behind the warehouse to surround it, leaving the Russian men no room to flee.

I gaze down at my feet where a guard lies dead from my headshot earlier. I avert my gaze back to the doorknob and quietly open the door, entering a dark room filled with carton boxes.

"8 men, 15 girls", Benjamin who sits in the car that is parked down the street, speaks in the earpiece. He is good with computers more than his fists. He may not know how to use his fists but he is an asset hard to find.

"22 meters ahead, take the left door," he informs.

"8 men?, a piece of cake," I smirk and make my way to the door.

"Get the car prepared", my voice is barely a whisper.

"Yes, Boss", Victoria, who will be going to take the girls to the safe house, answers.

I slowly turn the doorknob and push it slightly to enter. The dim lamp barely does to illuminate the space. I hear murmurs, laughs, and soft feminine sobs from the right. I stick to the right wall in the shadows as Gabriel enters with light footsteps.

I am wearing a black T-shirt and cargo pants which does an amazing job of blending me with the shadows that I am almost invisible.

I glance at Gabriel, who takes his position behind me and nods.

"Now" I state in the earpiece, and window glasses shatter. Screams and shouts fill the room as my men enter through the windows.

I exit the shadows and glance at the girls scrunching down as the Russian fuckers reach for their weapons.

My gaze shoots at a bastard who tries to move the girls out from the back door, I reach for my dagger in one of my cargo pant pockets and fling it towards him. The dagger goes flying toward him, settling in the side of his neck. The son of a b***h groans and falls face-first to the ground.

Lifeless.

Seven to go.

Gunshots ring in my ears as my men counter. Two enemies out.

Five to go.

"Gabe, take the girls to the cars. " I order.

I take hold of my M4A1 which was hung on my shoulders and begin to charge.

A motherfucker dashes toward me as I shoot.

Headshot.

Four to go.

Gabrial and two of my men, work to rush the girls out of the warehouse as others continue to fire on the fuckers.

I spot another asshole trying to escape and shoot him in the leg. Another bullet to his heart and he lies lifeless.

Three to go.

Mario shoots one of the three men in the brain.

Two to go.

Hugo sends a bullet flying to an asshole's forehead, and the other one stumbles to his own feet and collapses to the floor face-first.

Idiot.

One to go.

I approach him as he tries to make his way out of the warehouse through the window. I fire on him one last time and he collides to the ground, lifeless.

This is what they deserve for kidnapping and trying to traffic innocent women.

Death.

Mission complete.

A familiar feeling of triumph fills my chest as I stride toward my men.

"Is anyone hurt?", I enquire, my voice cold.

"Just small injuries", Hugo informs.

"Escort the car till it reaches the safe house, get back to the estate, and get yourselves treated."

I make my way to the exit without waiting for them to answer as they tail me.

I exit the warehouse as cold night air sweeps against my skin. I spot Sebastian smoking a few yards away and stroll toward him. His shoulders relaxed, but his features stays cautious and alert.

He eyes me and nods.

Nodding back, I inquire, "Are the girls fine?"

"Ciger burns and a few bruises."

There is a moment of silence when he speaks again.

"We can't do this forever, we will have to find a solution rather than a quick fix," he comments and gazes at the cars moving out on the street.

We do.