24 - Missing

Mia's POV.

I glared at Federico when we reached the last step of the metallic staircase and his foot landed a little too hard on the rung,  making a metallic clang ring out in the air around us.

We both stilled at the sound, waiting to see if anyone had heard.

When a few seconds passed and nothing happened, we both relaxed, making our way to the right of the long hallway we had come to.

According to what the girl had told us, we would come to a long hallway as soon as the staircase ended. We had to go right for it led to a large hall with a bunch of bunk beds where eleven girls including her were currently being held captive. All of them had a chip on their shoulder and the men took turns taking them to a room on the opposite side of the hallway where they raped them, and made them do a variety of sexual acts sometimes alone, sometimes with other men who had paid a good price to do so. There was also a viewing room in there. A two-way mirror was placed, separating the two rooms and you could easily see what was going on on the other side through it.

It disgusted me thoroughly and I was really, really hoping that Delilah wouldn't be one of them.

When we finally reached the end of the hallway, we slowly pulled the door open and stepped into the dimly lit room.

Most of the girls looked up when we entered from where they were either sitting or lying down on their beds. All of them looked the same as that girl— stick thin, pale and nearly lifeless in minimal clothing. One thing they all had in common was the fear in their eyes when they looked at us, probably thinking that we were here to pick one of them to have fun with.

I quickly examined each of their faces, letting out a breath when I realized my sister wasn't there. "She's not here," I told Federico, relief evident in my voice. Much as I wanted to find my sister as soon as possible, I didn't want her to be in the condition these girls were either. They were all a shell of the person they previously had been, and much as I wanted to help them get out, I knew there wasn't much I could do as long as they had that chip in their shoulders.

"There's only nine," Federico whispered from beside me, pulling me out of my thoughts. "One is missing."

I frowned, quickly doing a head count as well. He was right. There were nine of them. If one of the girls was outside, then there should be ten. But they were nine. Which meant one of them had been taken to the room on the opposite end of the hallway where the members of the mafia were. There were four of those, the girl had told us. They were all high but armed. We were armed, too, but Federico was the only one between the two of us who would be of any real help if a gunfight broke out. But then, we had to see who that other girl was. I couldn't leave not knowing.

Fuck.

Without another word, we made our way out of the room, closing it shut behind us as quietly as possible.

Giving each other a determined nod, we began to make our way towards the other end of the hallway.

"The viewing room," I whispered to Federico, the screams and whimpers of a girl getting louder as we crossed the staircase and moved towards the opposite end of the hallway with our guns drawn with the silencers firmly in place, while we tried to keep as silent as possible.

When we reached the two doors at the end of the hallway, we halted, listening carefully to where the screams were coming from.

It was the door on the right.

We both shared a look, silently and unanimously deciding to open the door on the left.

Federico pushed it open with one hand, his gun drawn.

Two men who seemed to be enjoying the show going on on the other side of the two-way mirror stood up when they saw us.

But before anybody could react, Federico had shot a bullet in each of their heads, the two lifeless bodies dropping to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Wide-eyed, I looked at Federico, and then at the two dead bodies. Shit. This was the first time I'd seen two people get murdered within the blink of an eye like that.

But this had to be done. It was either them or us.

Then I looked at the two-way mirror, seeing the girl spread eagle on the bed, her extremities tied up. One man was fucking her brutally while she screamed her lungs out and another was busy squeezing the life out of her boobs, which looked just as painful as the relentless fucking, if not more.

Thankfully, the girl wasn't my sister either.

But sister or not, the scene was painful to watch, and my heart went out to the girl as she screamed in pain.

I averted my gaze as the men said the dirtiest words I'd heard in a while to the girl and to each other, clearly having the time of their lives.

As I let my eyes sweep across the room we were in, I noticed a laptop kept on the far table.

Putting my gun away, I moved towards the device, stepping over one of the dead bodies to get to it.

Without giving it much thought, I fired up the device, hoping to gather some information from it.

I got to work opening up the software the Russian mafia used to keep track of all their deals and such but it was password-protected.

Shit.

This was going to take some time to hack into.

I looked at Federico then when the software asked me for the password.

I had to hack into it if I wanted to gather any information. "I need a few minutes," I said to him. He looked at me, then at the men he had just killed, and then at the two men on the other side who had switched positions now.

"Fine, but be quick," he said and I nodded, already working on it.

It took me a while, but I was able to get in sooner than I had anticipated.

A lot of files popped up on the screen at once, making me frown as to which one to open. I wish I had a USB to transfer the files into so I could look at them later.

Almost as if he had read my thoughts, Federico produced a USB device and handed it to me. "Use this."

I grinned. He really was quite a useful man. Too bad he was stubborn as hell.

I quickly inserted the USB and began to copy the files into it.

My gaze went to where the girl was as I waited for the transfer to finish.

She was screaming particularly loudly now that she was being fucked in both the holes down there simultaneously.

I cringed as her cries got louder, looking away from the scene. God, the poor girl probably wouldn't be able to walk straight for a long time now. Not to mention the nightmares she was sure to get after such a torturous ordeal.

I stared at the laptop, noticing that the transfer was nearly done.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and two more men barged in, with the girl who had given us the information held at gunpoint between them.

"Drop your weapons," one of the men said in a thick Russian accident while the girl sobbed, muttering apologies.

Federico looked at me and I quickly pulled the USB out, pocketing it and slamming the laptop shut before all hell broke loose.