Around the World in 80 Men Series: Boxed Set 21-30 (135 page)

Carlos
woke to the same pounding as Morgan had, but his whiskey induced
sleep had allowed him more time to stir awake. “Fuck!”
His hand moved over his face as he tried to shake off the night. He
was in pain, tired, hungover, and hungry. All of his issues, he
thought as he covered his eyes from the light, had to be addressed
before any fun with Morgan could be had.

He
yawned loudly and ran his hand over his dry lips. His pain medication
had worn off, and he needed a little help to get through his morning.
Also, another hour or two of sleep would help his body preapre for
all that he had to do. Yes, he thought, it would do Morgan some good
to spend as much time as possible in her special room as well. Carlos
closed his eyes and tried to picture sweet young Morgan on the floor
of the small shed. The image made him laugh as he rolled over and
grabbed another pill. “Soon.” He pulled the sweat covered
sheet to his neck, and Carlos fell directly back to sleep.

Anthony
sped through the small tourist lined streets, blowing the horn with
Angel hanging out the window shouting obscenities to everyone in the
way. “You bitches need to move your asses! Move! If I have to
get out of this car...” again, a hand landed on his shoulder,
and Angel calmed down. “I'm fixin' to hurt some bitches.”
Still, he had to get the last word...not that anyone was speaking at
the time.

Ten
minutes later, Anthony pointed ahead of them. “There, past the
airport.” The men in the back nodded, Angel's heart raced as he
prepared to search every single room in every single strip club in
the area.

Elena
grabbed her purse and held the strap tightly. It was her nervous
habit, as well as the single cigarette inside that she wished she
could smoke right then. Anthony pressed the accelerator one last
time, and the car entered the seedy neighborhood with two men jumping
from the back as the car slowed in front of the Purple Peacock.

Angel
was the first to walk through the doors, and the smell of dirty flesh
hit him right away. “Fuck! Wash your asses!” He spoke to
the few women that were still up and
working
from the night
before. He walked right up to them and held his phone out. “Where
is she?” They looked at the picture, then looked away with a
simple shrug. Next, Angel went to the bar and did the same thing with
the older woman leaning against the wall behind the counter. “Where
is she?” Just as the dancers had done, the woman shrugged and
shook her head. Angel was moving on to one man in the corner, just
waking from the night before, when he watched his friend walk
straight into the back office.

The
door was kicked in and the shouts could be heard all the way to the
front door as Anthony and Elena made their way inside. Angel smiled,
knowing that his choice of help would get the job done. Within
seconds, his
help
walked out of the office. “I know who
has her.” Those were the only words spoken by the man, and
Angel looked back to Anthony and Elena. “The owner says she's
out back,” he pointed towards the back of the bar, “or
upstairs. I'll check the room, you check outside.” The two of
them wanted to know what happened in the office, but Angel grabbed
their arms. He had a good idea of how it all went down. The owner was
most likely thrown a large sum of money to betray Morgan's captor,
then threatened with serious bodily harm if he didn't cooperate.

“Go,
go, go!” They looked at Angel and back to the stairs where the
man had just ascended. “Thank you.” Those were the words
that Angel whispered at the man they could no longer see. The three
of them went directly to the back door, and headed towards the shed.

Carlos
rolled to his side, annoyed at the banging that wouldn't stop. He had
half a mind to go outside and take care of the problem himself, but
was far too hungover to think about walking so soon. Just as he was
about to yell a few choice words towards his one small window, his
hotel door was kicked in with such force that it nearly scared him
off the bed and into the floor. “What?! What the fuck?!”
His eyes tried to focus on the door, but all he could make out in the
first few seconds was a large blur coming towards him. “Who the
fuck are you?!” He was livid, and demanded answers as to why
his morning was interrupted. The blur finally stopped moving, and
Carlos rubbed his eyes again to get a good look. He scanned the
enormous frame from thigh to face, and asked again. “Who the
fuck are you?” The man smiled and looked down into his face. He
put one foot on the bed, next to Carlos' arm, and leaned down even
more.

“Finlay,
lad. The name's, Finlay.”