“I order all of you to answer any question I ask, as best you can,” Roland said.
“Who’s in charge here?”
The ugly man with his dick still out spoke up.
“I am.”
“Who are you?”
“My names Horatio, but everyone calls me Mr. H.”
“All the girls, go upstairs and find clothes, then wait there,” Roland said, and they all moved.
“How much cash do you have in this house? And put your dick away,” Roland asked.
“There’s about $42,000,” he said, stuffing his cock back in his shorts.
“Where’s Big G?”
“I don’t know. But he comes by every week. He was here two days ago.”
Fuck.
“Do you have a way of getting a hold of him?”
“Of course. I got his number.”
Smartass.
“Text him that you need to see him right away. Don’t say anything else.”
“You, who the fuck are you?” Roland asked the frat boy as Horatio bagan typing on his phone.
“Jesse Stoups,” he said.
“Get your shit put away. What are you doing here?”
“I come here every other week to get my hit of coke, and sometimes to fuck a girl.”
“You have money?”
“Kinda. My dad gives me $3000 a week.”
“The fuck? What kind of parent gives their kid cash like that? Jesus. Go with Horatio and put any money in the house in a bag, like a backpack. Go.”
They came back minutes later with a simple Jansport bag loaded with cash.
“Okay boys, first thing. After I shut that door, Rodrigo is going to get extremely upset at how he’s been treated. He’s going to pick up one of these guns and force Horatio to suck his dick. Then he’s going to make Jesse fuck Horatio in the ass.
5 minutes after I shut the door, he’s going to make Horatio blow Jesse while he fucks Horatio in the ass. Then 10 minutes after I shut the front door, Rodrigo is going to cum in Horatio’s ass, then shoot and kill both Horatio and Jesse.
Rodrigo, I don’t care how you do it.
Rodrigo, after you kill them both, you’re going to call the police, and once they arrive, you’re going to shoot off your gentials.
Then after I shut that front door, you’re going to follow my orders, but forget everything about me. All of the things I ordered you to do will be of your own decisions.
Jesse, Horatio, you two will make no move to alert anyone, at all. You’re going to do as I say, then die.”
Roland callously walked out of the room.
Roland went upstairs and found the six girls in what amounted to a bed room. He almost threw up.
It smelled of body odor, shit, urine, and other smells he couldn’t place. There were piles of clothes here and there, there were blankets on the floor in what could loosely be called bedrolls. The walls had holes in them while the windows had some kind of blocking material over them.
“Girls, when the police get here, you’ll tell them everything you’ve been through. You’ll get counseling and while you’ll always remember what happened to you, you’ll find after several months that you’re strong and this chapter of your life doesn’t need to haunt you forever.
Until the police get here, you won’t leave this room.
And after I leave this room, you’ll follow my orders but forget I was ever here.”
And he left. He heard them begin to talk amongst themselves, but his footsteps and pounding heart drowned them out quickly.
He hit the bottom floor and picked up the backpack, then, almost as an afterthought, he came over to the table, looking at the weapons. He reached in and found a simple black pistol and looked at the slide. A Glock 17, that’ll do. He put it in the bag and without looking at the men, walked out, shutting the door behind him, using his shirt on the knob.
***
“Stop here,” Gregory said, his man, Devin doing as ordered.
Up ahead were at least 10 squad cars, two fire trucks, and 3 ambulances.
He checked his phone, and saw Thomas’ dots cycle.
God damnit. Gregory began typing, and Thomas was quick to respond.
Fucking hell. Robbie. Jesus.
Gregory heard Devin talking up front, then saw a white guy come around to the drivers rear door, the locks snapping open and he climbed inside.