Page 149 of Allegiance

“And how did you get them?”

“Cecil and I didn’t. It was when the mothers went into the two modeling agencies. When they were seen there, they were chosen. Tate said that they were chosen because they had no one and just wanted a better life. Chevy sold them. God. He sold them to men. I’m sorry.”

At his confession, she stopped recording.

“Do you have a burner phone?” she asked her husband, hoping he had a spare.

Usually, he did.

“Sure. Why?”

“Can I have it?”

His wife could have anything she wanted.

Instead of questioning her further, he tossed it to her, and she immediately took the number and forwarded that video to the phone from her burner phone.

“We’ll leave this phone on him to be found. I feel bad for the people who own this house. When they return, it’s going to be a crime scene.”

Zayn grinned.

“Look at the Major, creating a plan on the fly, and a pretty diabolical one at that.”

Oh, she wasn’t done yet.

There was more to come.

She pulled two knives that she’d sharpened in case she needed them. Well, it looks like that had been a good plan of action, now hadn’t it been?

She glanced over.

“Mamba, Adder, why don’t we show men who help sell women and children what happens when they get caught by the judge, jury, and executioner?”

Oh, the Marines would clean up the mess if given the chance, and this man…he was part of that.

The two women came closer.

Adder flipped out her own blade.

“That works for me,” she said. “They were babies,” she whispered in his ear. “You sold babies to perverted men who likely hurt and killed them. You’re a dead man,” she admitted.

Maura handed a blade to Jinx, and then Maura began cutting away the man’s clothing. As he fought, screamed, and begged, they stripped him down.

He began profusely trying to save his ass, but that wasn’t happening. She glanced over at the men who were watching with zero emotion on their faces.

“Please find a way to shut him up,” Maura said.

That was all they had to hear.

Dakota grabbed a piece of the man’s discarded clothing, and shoved it in his mouth, choking him on it.

Then, Zayn, who lived and died by the belief that people should always carry duct tape, slapped a piece over his mouth.

When he was silent again, the ladies got to work.

Each one shoved a knife into the man’s flesh, and slowly, filleted him.

They cut down to the bone, opening his legs and arms up sickly.