Caspar's POV.
My mood was already messed up when I heard from Alex that Erick had been paying a visit to my wife in France. He has been going to her university uninvited giving paparazzi a hot topic for discussion.
The internet was blasting with blurry pictures of a female student with Erick, of course that student was none other than my wife Bella Dior herself.
The audacity of her to flirt with my brother, has she no shame? I started questioning myself in frustration. I thought she was studying and disturbing her academics would not be a good idea. Who knew she would go low as to fuck any men she sees!
"That brat lives up to her name tag as playgirl," I growled angrily, punching the table as I got dressed in a black suit.
Tucking two guns in my holsters, I tied up the shoulder belt to maintain my firmness. When I was done, I grabbed a rifle from my desk's drawer and covered my half face with a mask.
"It's daytime so I can't risk revealing my real identity. Fuck, I'm feeling like killing to release my anger," I cursed, walking out of my bedroom.
"Brother, have you finally lost it!" Erick asked, seeing me carrying a rifle.
"Lost what?"
" Nothing. I already expected this from you," saying that Erick storms out and asks the bodyguards to bring the cars.
I followed him and sat inside my black sports car with Erick. Driving in the direction of red light area, I increased my speed in frustration.
For some reason I felt humiliated by Bella, I have actually not met or seen her because there's rarely a clear picture of her on the internet. Nor did I bother myself to dig deep to get the information. But now I feel like I have to meet her soon before she starts targeting my brother as her boy toy.
"Oh fuck, I fucking don't want to do it. Dad was fucking out of his mind to get me married with such a shameless brat," I mumbled annoyingly, clenching my fingers on the steering wheel.
Erick glanced at the speedometer and panicked. "Brother, have you finally lost it? Look at the speed. This is insane! I don't want to die yet."
"Don't kid around, I'm fucking being fast before that dealer will escape the country."
"Boss, the location of Dealer Mark Devis is showing around the abandoned city of pleasure."
A message notification from Alex popped on my car's touchscreen display. I swiped it off and turned the car into a quiet alley's direction. It was a shady, dim-lit narrow road that's why I asked Erick to message all the bodyguards to stop following us and surround the whole area. No one should escape from here, not even a fly.
After two hours of driving, we entered the red light area. The sun was already setting down, giving the sky a bright orange shade.
"Woah, man, watch where you are driving," a rowdy looking tattooed guy shouted at me, blocking my car.
Behind him other tattooed guys chuckled and laughed at us.
"Looks like an expensive car. Dudes, are you here for fucking women or buying drugs? Because we have both prepared for bastards like you," one of the guys said as he aggressively punched on my car's side mirror.
Thankfully, my car was custom made with hard glass that made it hard to break. I undid my seat belt and slowly pulled out my gun from the holster.
"Brother you don't need to stress yourself, let me take care of these insects," Erick murmured menacingly, as he pointed his gun in front of the tattoo guy's face.
Brushing my hand in my hair I crackled, "Frank, do you want me to remind you about the repair cost of my sports car? Fucking stop forgetting and undo your seat belts."
"Oh fuck, my bad ."
We undid our seat belts and stormed out of the car, without wasting any second I started firing at the guys. Erick was good with killing in bulk, and I enjoy doing solo, each one of my offenders receives a threatening death.
After taking the headshot of the last guy, I looked around. The light of lampposts started hitching, the road smelled of funky blood and dead bodies.
Getting curious, I walked to one of the drains where the smell was coming from. Erick helped me with removing the iron lid of the drain and what we saw made us question cruelty. I turned on my phone's torch light and focused inside the dark, smelly drain.
Piles of dead bodies were stuffed inside the sewage drain. Those were not the freshly shot dead bodies but dead bodies which had been killed days ago and buried in the drain.
"Oh my God, I can't breathe," Erick murmured, covering his nose with his hand.
I looked clearly inside and noticed that they were bodies of women, not men. Maybe ten to twenty women were butchered dead for trying to escape. Basically this was common in illegal red light areas where young girls are brought and made into sex slaves for gangsters or rich old dudes.
Basically sex slave trading is the business of many small groups of Mafia, they kidnap girls and send them to different red light areas.
"Fucking shit of piece. They dare to toy with women for money?" I murmured under my breath. I may be a Mafia Boss but in my group using girls as sex slaves for money is a crime. If anyone does this they will never see the next sunrise.
I messaged Alex about this murder case and asked him to inform the cops after I'm done with my business here. Covering the drain's lid back, we ran into the ominous clubhouse nearby.
Upon entering, I had to close my eyes in embarrassment. The picture of shamelessness played right in front of my eyes. I wish I could just bomb this whole fucking place.
The small clubhouse was full of gangsters, young naked girls and women. They were fucking around, moaning and screaming.
Two naked young brunette women walked to me and Erick wearing only thin pieces of string around their busty boobs and asses. I could easily see their exposed womanhood which they were not bothering to cover.