And what do I owe this pleasure?

The jeep stopped in front of a ransacked mansion. The place leaked of pungent odours, the flowing winds giving out a whiff of blood. Zsadin scrunched her nose, feeling frustrated of smelling the same thing ever since she had arrived. As soon as they stepped out, several boorish men surrounded them with guns.

They raised their hands indicating that they had come for negotiating purposes. The men's gazes lingered on each of them for a while, not noticing any thing strange they let them in, where they were to be checked. A shiver ran down through Jared and Jacobs, when the person approached Zsadin as she was in a disguise. But before he could reach her, a person came running down.

"Dave, you are required in the storage! You should hurry, I will continue checking!", the voice sounded pleasantly similar but neither displayed any change in expressions.

"Ah, thanks man. Here, only this one is remaining, check him", he pointed to Zsadin and left.

James glanced at Zsadin while pretending to check her and nodded at the others, before leaving them again.

"I need to go back to the storage!", and he left them without glancing again.

Zsadin slightly smirk before entering inside a big hall, smelling more horrible. But the moment they laid their eyes on the person in front of them, their minds went berserk for a while before quickly removing their gazes.

A girl stood stark naked and weird slushing sounds could be heard. Male hands were gripping her waist painfully tight and she was constantly shaking while trying to stand stiff.

Realizing that they were being watched, he peeped out from the side to see three men standing at a distance, surrounded by his men. He pushed the girl away, who crawled out from the other door. He wiped his mouth with his hands before grinning to himself and standing up.

"And what do I owe this pleasure?", his voice indicating that he already knew them.

"We are receiving complaints from the residents near our side of the border! Actually, we don't care what you do here, just do not enter our territory!", Jacobs controlled his temper.

"But why should I do that? You know, your side has more beauties than ours. I just feel jealous!", his ridicule flared him up but Zsadin spoke in a calm voice.

"I hope you remember Brandon! He is in our custody now and soon will be executed!", her calm voice amused him, but he scrunched his nose and walked towards her.

Something was off, his mannerisms and body language seemed different. He suddenly had the sense of familiarity with this particular man whom he had never seen before.

"Brandon you said! And what if I don't care?", indifference dripped from his voice qhen he expected him to lose his calm but what came next flipped his world.

Zsadin slightly smirked, "Ofcourse, you don't care about him! But don't you forget about his belongings! They are in our possession and soon to be handed over to the government of F country. Are you sure you want that?"