Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 48

The security manager cringes under the blast he’s getting from Richard.

I don’t bother with venting my anger. “Get me the security discs from the last couple of hours.” I snap.

And we see it all. The van coming through the gates, logo’d “Berringer’s Fresh Fish Supplies” waved through by the security guard….

Richard turns a thunderous look on the hotel manager. “It’s our usual supplier,” he protests.

“Well find out if it was their usual driver,” snarls Richard, then taps a message into his phone. “I’m sending the reg to Will,” he explains.

The van swings past the usual parking lot, stationing itself out by one of the rear service doors. Five men in white workwear, exit the car….

“There, that’s Corby.” Michael jabs a finger at the screen.

“Why was that fucking door not locked?” I ask the manager.

“It’s supposed to be, but sometimes the staff leave it open….” He raises his hands. “More convenient.”

“Convenience isn’t something you can rely on. Check your staff. You’ve got someone on the inside.”

His face drains white.

Four of the men enter the building, moving casually, chatting and laughing as they go in. The fifth stands outside, surveying the parking lot, one hand in his pocket….

“He’s carrying….” comments Michael.

“They probably all are. They were all armed when they came after you and Charlotte the first time.”

After only a couple of minutes, the lookout suddenly turns, as though he’s listening, takes another survey of the surroundings then nods, saying something then opens the back of the van. The group of four emerge, this time carrying Beth and Charlotte, both unconscious, both bound and gagged with tape.

At the sight of my Jade-Eyes like this, eyes closed, her long hair trailing on the ground as they carry her, the tape ugly over her face, my temples throb and it’s hard to breathe. Richard, watching with me, is pallid. Michael moves restlessly, fists clutching.

Both women are placed in the back of the van, the door locked and the van, at leisurely pace, drives out and away.

*****

“Very smoothly done,” comments Will. “I’ll keep it brief, but, the plates on the car were false. The fish supplier knows nothing about any delivery to have been made today and reports that all their vehicles are accounted for. The hotel reports one staff member is missing; a young woman they took on in the kitchens last week. She reported for work this morning but hasn’t been seen since around mid-morning.”

“If they took the trouble to put all that in place,” I comment, “then they’ve been watching the hotel for some days. Learning the routines and habits.”

“So, how come there were even the security discs to look at?” asks Michael. “If they could do all that, you would think they’d take the trouble to wipe the security too.”

“They did,” I say, “but they didn’t know that I’d installed a backup program. All the data has been automatically duplicated into my cloud drive since the day we arrived here.”

“You didn’t mention that?”

“The less who knew….”

Michael doesn’t look happy at that.

He thinks I don’t trust him?

Right now, I don’t trust anyone….

“And the van?” asks Richard.

“A patrol car found it abandoned down a side lane only a couple of miles away,” says Will. “There are tyre tracks for a replacement vehicle. We have no idea what kind of vehicle. The tyres are generic, moderately well used - nothing we can trace.”

“So, we have nothing? Again?” Rage boils inside me.

“Best hope we’ve got,” says the Police Commissioner, “is the one they pulled out of the building unconscious.”

*****

And once more, helpless, we must wait for outside events to catch up.

Richard, when we see him, is white-faced. Most of the time he keeps to himself.

Not wanting company…?

Michael chews at a thumbnail. “Wonder why Corby’s first act was to try to attack you? Trying to get you prosecuted over the business with the auction?”

“Perhaps to take Charlotte’s defender out of the picture?” I suggest.

His chin juts. “She has two defenders, and they knew that….”