“Yeah.” Xander raced to the sleeping brunette in the first cage. “Go. I’ll check her. Hit the office first and view the security feed. A few of the cameras point to a location I don’t know. Hell, none of this ‘Pit’ area is familiar, but there’s nasty shit going on wherever those cameras are pointing.”
With any luck, he could catch a glimpse of Sire, maybe even get him on film.
With a nod, Logan turned and jogged past a wide steel door that made up almost an entire wall. The shiny shiver panel had a key swipe beside it.
From the other side, he heard a distinctly female scream.
Logan’s first instinct was to race in there and start kicking some ass, but he forced patience. It wouldn’t help the woman to go in there half-cocked and unprepared for who- or whatever he had to fight. And give Sire any opportunity to escape.
With a quick jog to the security station, Logan shoved the slumped guard aside and stared at the rows of video monitors before him. There had to be three dozen total, covering angles all over the resort. He could see the dungeon where he’d whipped Cherry earlier, but that station was in use by others now. Tara was nowhere in sight.
Tamping down his panic, Logan forced himself to breathe and stay focused on the plan, on finding Sire. He scanned the bank of three other monitors off to his right, one depicting an image with a corrugated-steel door in the background. Two submissives had been chained naked to the cave wall. The first, a blonde with short, wispy hair, was being whipped mercilessly with a crop. Darcy? Perhaps. From the back he couldn’t tell. The other prisoner knelt at the feet of a dungeon monitor he recognized, tears streaming down her face. Her enhanced breasts bobbed as the bastard shoved his cock down her throat. When her tormenter stepped back for a moment, Logan got a good look at her face. Allison.
Xander raced into the booth. “The brunette says she’s being punished by her Dom and doesn’t want to be removed.”
Logan bit back a curse. “We’ll come back for her.”
He had to save the women clearly in peril and search for Sire before he worried about the other woman. Since he didn’t see another male in the image, Logan feared Sire had already left, but he could hunt. Then he’d find his way back to Tara. With the slaving mastermind roaming the island and her alone with the management, every minute they were apart was another minute that ratcheted up his fear.
“Let’s go,” Xander directed.
Just before he turned to leave the security booth, Logan glanced at the feed from inside the secured area of the Pit. A hidden door opened, and what he saw next made his blood freeze with sheer, blinding terror.
Chapter Nineteen
LOGAN stared, his mind racing, trying to comprehend exactly what he was seeing. Holy son of a bitch!
Adam fucking Sterling, Tara’s stepfather, stood ogling the two bound women as Allison had her mouth raped by a resort employee. The other sobbed, chained against the wall, her ass a throbbing red. The bastard barked something at her, and Logan damned the fact that he couldn’t hear any audio with the images. But Adam spoke a universal language when he picked up the crop at the woman’s feet and ruthlessly swatted her ass again. The poor girl’s shoulders shook harder as she did her best to curl into herself and escape.
“C’mon, man!” Xander tugged on his arm. “The one in the suit could be Sire. We’ve got to get in there and save the women before something bad happens to them.”
Just like that, the pieces of the puzzle snapped into place. Before her death, his mother had organized a neighborhood effort to locate a missing teen. Sterling, with his law enforcement connections, would have had access to the investigation. Maybe Amanda had gotten too close to the truth. Since Adam had killed his mom so brutally, Logan knew the bastard was capable of most anything. That he was in the Pit, now fondling the “products,” told him that if the man wasn’t Sire, he was up to his neck with the bastard in human trafficking. Rage screamed through Logan’s brain, and he wanted to kill Adam Sterling.
And when Tara learned all of this . . . Logan almost hadn’t wanted to be right about Tara’s stepfather, for her sake. If his assumptions were right, Sterling’s involvement in this sex ring, in Darcy’s abduction, was going to absolutely crush her.
Cold fury swept over Logan as he pulled the semi-automatic from his waistband, checking the ammo clip. “The fucker in the suit is mine.”
Xander studied him with a nod. “I’ll mop up the other one.”
As soon as they rounded up these two, he’d have to get to the sat phone, call the Feds, get them in here to start making arrests. They already had a small team waiting after conferring earlier today, so they could swoop in and arrest Kantor, Jordan, and Sterling—if he was still alive.
“Any other guards in there?” Logan gestured to the cameras that captured Adam Sterling’s face in crisp black and white.
Xander shook his head. “There were two earlier. Now I only see one.”
A lucky break, except that meant there was a handy exit inside that room. He had to hustle now.
Logan ran out of the guard station, Xander following on his heels. He grabbed the key card and swiped it through the device. Surprising them wasn’t possible with the clanging metal door announcing their arrival, but he backed against the adjacent wall, gun drawn, hoping to draw the guard out. If they could take him out quickly, Adam Sterling would be all alone with Logan and his wrath.
As the door clattered up, and the dungeon monitor pulled out of Allison’s mouth and wandered out of the cramped holding area, zipping up his leathers and looking mighty pissed. Xander glanced at Logan, who stood on the other side of the door and mouthed, Go.
With a nod, Xander pushed away from the side of the cave and met the other dungeon monitor. Logan peeked around the corner.
When he recognized one of his own in the uniform of the Fantasy Key dungeon, the guy relaxed slightly. “What’s going on?”
“Jordan sent me to check on things.”
The other man raked a hand through his blond waves, blue eyes narrowed. “You’re the new guy. When did he let you in on this?”
“You haven’t been here long.” Xander leveled the statement at the other Dom as if it was obvious.
“A few months.”
“Yeah, I worked here for years before. Took a break for a bit, but I’m back. Of course I know about all this.”
“Oh.” He frowned. “Kantor didn’t tell me.”
“Kantor doesn’t tell anybody shit.” Xander rolled his eyes.
“Yeah!” the other man agreed. “Like we’re not important. Without us, how would keep the pussy subdued long enough to make money on it?”
“Good point. So, the girls are okay?”
“Jordan is a suspicious asshole. I didn’t fuck them. You tell him that.”