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Vincent closed his eyes and tried to remember things from his childhood, it wasn’t easy, it was as if part of his memory was erased when it came to his childhood, he could only remember being in trouble. Going to juvie, and bouncing around from foster home to foster home. He looked over at Tripp and wondered what Tripp’s life was like growing up, it was still kind of weird to consider him as flesh and blood. Vincent put his head back against the seat and listened to the whir of the engines. He was dying to know about Tripp’s childhood and learn more about the man that is brother.  It was funny how they may have been identical twins but he knew absolutely nothing about the man who was sleeping and drooling in the seat beside him. Vincent closed his eyes and put the ear buds in his ears, he cranked the music up on his I-pod and drifted off to sleep.

            Vincent looked around his heart was in his throat, sirens screamed in the distance and he ducked behind a dumpster in the alley. He breathed out a sigh and lit a cigarette; the sirens were rushing past where he was hiding, good thing they didn’t decide to have a unit look down the alley for him. He walked back in the direction that the cops came from and disappeared inside a brownstone building. It was a bit of a ritzy part of the city but it was still Brooklyn, and Brooklyn Heights was still prone to crime. He looked out the doors and smirked, at 16 Vincent has already been arrested several times, knocked over several convenience stores, carjacked people, and the list just went on. He has been in and out of juvenile detention several times. He managed to get away with most of his crimes because he had a knack for dazzling the crowds with cheap parlor tricks. Then he would commit his crime and they wouldn’t know what hit them. He took out the gun in his pocket and looked at the wad of cash. He grabbed the key for his room and went up the stairs and unlocked his door. His foster family owned the brownstone but he believed that it was his American right to have privacy and he kept his door locked so Eliza his foster mom or one of her bratty children didn’t accidentally shoot themselves.

            “Vincent honey is that you?” he rolled his eyes and counted the days until he was 18 and out of this place for good, this was his tenth foster family, he lost count after awhile he has been bounced around so much. He stuffed the gun and money in a strong box under his bed and checked his appearance in the mirror, he adjusted his shirt and shrugged, he knew Eliza didn’t like his long shaggy hair but she kept her disgust and comments to herself most of the time unless she had been hitting the cosmopolitans and that was usually when Richard was working late, Vincent really didn’t love her but she was the closest thing in years that he has had to a mother. Vincent locked the door behind him and made his way downstairs, he knew what Richard was really doing. The new secretary, or the bimbo of the week as he liked to call them, Vincent stepped into the foyer and found Eliza in the living room mixing a cosmopolitan.

            “You called Eliza?” she jumped a little and eyed him, if he didn’t know better he would have thought that she was mentally undressing him. He lounged on the couch, he had the grace of a jungle cat and he was quite attractive he never had problems with the girls at school. He was even popular with the teachers and he had a few encounters with the teachers as well, most of them female, and most of them involving after school sessions on the desks. He smirked as he watched Eliza go back to mixing her drink, maybe he should just play with the fire and see where it goes; he was a curious person by nature. He decided today while Richard Hausner was porking the bimbo of the week he’ll see what he could do at home with Mrs. Hausner. She turned back to him and smiled, she was attractive, a true park avenue type of wife, curves in all the right places, well manicured, sure there were some wrinkles here and there on her face but nothing a monthly trip to the plastic surgeon didn’t fix. Her hair was a chestnut color and always worn in a bun, her skin was a creamy eggshell color and she had sapphire blue eyes. Today she was wearing a Chanel suit her breasts were pushed up and the black lacy bra peeked out at him from the opening in her jacket. She sat down on a chair across from him and crossed her legs. She stared at him and smiled and then uncrossed her legs and crossed them again.

            “How many times Vincent have I had to tell you to call me mom?” she sipped her cosmopolitan and Vincent decided now would be the time to actually put whatever plans he had in action. He lounged some more on the couch and put on his laziest grin that he knew made the girls cream themselves. He licked his lips suggestively and then flexed his fingers.

            “Sorry Eliza I just feel kind of weird calling you mom, its kind of like Richard asking me to call him dad.” She was staring at him hungrily and he knew she was probably thinking what he would look like naked and with her underneath him, panting and moaning, their bodies soaked with sweat. He smirked again and ran his hands through his hair and he heard her catch her breath.

            “You can call me mom I would prefer it, but if you feel more comfortable calling me Eliza than whatever you wish. As for Richard let’s not talk about unpleasant things, I know he’s porking the secretaries, and whatever other gutterslut that comes along.” Vincent was actually quite startled at this revelation, this woman was much more clever than he gave her credit for. That was strangely arousing, he felt his pants grow tighter and his pulse start to race.  “Oh what you didn’t think I knew? Poor Vincent you always thought so highly of me but I knew I just preferred to suffer in silence though.” Her breathing was becoming more labored and he stood up, the erection in his pants becoming more and more obvious he took his shirt off and went over to her, she eyed him greedily.

            “I took you for granted Eliza I apologize, I was wondering if you could look at my back for me, I got in to a bit of a spot at school and well I think I may have a bruise it hurts awfully bad.” She looked at his back and he felt her cool fingertips on his bare skin, soothing the heated skin with her touch.

            “You poor boy you must have hurt yourself I think I see a bruise maybe I should rub your back for you.” She finished her drink and led him to the master bathroom. He was enveloped in her scent and allowed her to smooth to foul smelling balm on his aching back, her touch lingering and becoming more and more hurried, longing for what may or may not come next.

            “Thanks Eliza that feels wonderful,” he turned to give her a hug and held her there she felt good in his arms, he knew that she didn’t deserve to be treated like that by that scumbag of a husband. He may have to just solve that problem.

            “The pleasure was all mine dear.” Her eyes were glazed with lust and he kissed her cheek and then he felt her kiss him on the lips, her tongue probing in his, their embrace became more hurried eager with anticipation, he removed her jacket and let it slide to the marble tiles. He pulled back and smirked at her.

            “Oh Eliza you haven’t had the pleasure yet.” He took her right there in the master bedroom knowing full well that there were cameras wherever that she would be, Richard might be able to cheat but if he caught her cheating then he would divorce her. He smiled at the camera and flipped it off as he brought her over and over again.

            “Vincent wake up we’re here and your phone has been ringing off the hook who has been calling.” Vincent opened his eyes and tried to gather his bearings, where was he? Oh that’s right he was on the private jet heading to Thailand to find Lena Caine. He stretched and yawned. He stood up and checked his phone and smirked, he signaled for Tripp to have a seat.

            “This will only take a few minutes its my connection in Thailand he would know about the new “merchandise” for the slave trades, if our dear Miss Caine is in fact here he’ll be able to tell me. He disappeared to the back of the plane and watched a range of emotions play on Tripp’s face. It was interesting if he didn’t know better he would have to say that his brother was in love with Lena. That was a novel idea and it made him smile, of course if that were the truth then the whole sleeping with her thing may come up again sometime in the future but he seemed ok with it now. After he got the a*s kicking feeling out of his system he decided it was better to work with him. He listened to Hector on the other end up the phone and snapped his fingers, the man hasn’t failed him yet. He snapped the phone shut and strode over to Tripp who was looking at him expectantly.

            “Well brother dear I found out where she is, the bad news is the place is one of the more better known establishments which means security is going to be very tight. It also appears that they probably will know what we look like, but my guy can’t be too sure about that, we’re going to have to stop at my warehouse and change and get some more fire power because well brother dear what we have now isn’t going to cut it.” He smiled and felt something warm and fuzzy in the pit of his stomach and flinched when Tripp hugged him.

            “We’re going to kick a*s and ask questions later and then we’re going to track down Sumyi and take that b***h down.” Tripp gathered his things and started walking off the plane then turned around and looked at Vincent with a quizzical look on his face.

            “What’s up Tripp? You look like you’re thinking too hard and you may blow a gasket.” Vincent smiled and playfully punched Tripp in the arm. “I wonder who exactly is the older twin, I really didn’t look at the birth certificate and I know that it will tell me but well.” Tripp shrugged.

            “Well brother dear I would love to say that you’re the older one but unfortunately I’m the old man here but only by 15 minutes, so is that is all that is bothering you.” Tripp laughed and nodded, Vincent made his way off the plane into the steamy Thailand air. He made sure there was a car waiting for them and that things could get rolling as soon as possible.

            They stood on the sidewalk looking at the glowing neon lights, this was it, and it was do or die the final moment when it can make or break them. They had planned on what to do if one of them should get caught, get Lena out and then come back for the other. If one of them should fall then well it was nice knowing the other, at least Lena will be getting out of there. They nodded and Vincent strode in, he told Tripp that he would be the one to go in and Tripp having a military background in the Navy he should come in through the rear. They had earpieces in so they could hear what the other was doing, Tripp would be doing most of the talking on coordinates and how many people there were in there for security.

            “You know Vincent I’m sorry about wanting to kick your a*s earlier I just am quite confused about Lena and well it was just painful to see that video.” Tripp was looking up at the glowing sky. “If I should not make it out alive take care of Lena and take out Sumyi.” Vincent really didn’t do well with emotions and he clapped his brother on the back, the sounds of Patpong swarming around them like angry bees.

            “Tripp we’re going to make it out of this and take down the VanBastian b*****s together.” He hugged his brother and punched him in the arm, “Now get the hell out of here and do your job.” Tripp disappeared into a side alley and Vincent cleared his throat he made his way into the brothel and looked for the person in charge. All around him there were men getting lap dances and scantily clad females and males performing all sorts of crude sexual acts. Funny it was posing, as a strip club but was evident that the place was a bonafide sex shop. He looked around saw a few burly men and a woman smoking a pipe he nodded to the woman and she nodded back, this was who he was looking for. He made his way over to her booth and two of the behemoth bodyguards blocked his way. The woman made an irritated noise and Vincent put on his most dazzling smile. Got to make them think he was just some dumb guy off the street looking for a little company and a good time.

            “Move side let him through.” The woman was irritated with the men; it was obvious that these two must have screwed up in the past. Hector told him that he came to this place a lot posing as a customer, Vincent knew otherwise though because Hector was a sick twisted b*****d as well. Vincent slid into the seat across from the woman and she regarded him with sly eyes. “What you look for?”

            He put on his old boy charm and smiled at her and then leaned in conspiratorially, while looking at the hired meatheads. “Well madam I’m not quite sure if I feel comfortable talking about this out here in the public and especially in front of your boys there.” He slid some Baht towards her and she looked at it, her eyebrows shot up and then she regained her composure. The pulsing music and the stench of bodies and cheap alcohol were starting to make Vincent ill, it was also awakening that sleeping beast in him, he would have to soothe the beast soon enough. She nodded towards one of the back doors guarded by another meathead and slid out of the booth; he followed her into a sticky hallway and through the first bead-covered doorway on his left. He made a mental note of this in case he needed to make a quick escape. There was one door out of this hallway so he would have to find an alternate route if need be or start putting lead into bodies.

            “What you look for?” she sat down behind a large black lacquered desk, everything about the office was disgustingly seedy but overly elaborate, he felt like he was in a pit boss lair. She gestured towards one of the chairs across from her and kept eyeing him suspiciously. He smiled and put on his southern drawl again, he remembered that most of the people he dealt with like those good old country simpletons. With big ideas and small brains, he put on the country boy charm.

            “Well madam a friend told me about the wonderful places in Patpong and I’m just a lonely business man from Texas and I’m looking for some company if you know what I mean.” He laced his fingers behind his head and leaned back looking relaxed. She still eyed him and nodded.

            “What you want?” he couldn’t believe this was going to be so easy but he always remembered what one of his homeboys used to say, money talks and bullshit walks.

            “I have a very specific thing in mind, I have some unusual kinks so to speak and I like a girl that will just kind of beat me like a dog.” He watched as she nodded and he smiled at her again, “She also has to be feisty and have some spunk to her, I plan on straight up sex, and she has to be in her twenties, not to mention I have a thing for pale girls with black hair.” He looked down at the floor with his best sheepish look and then back up at her she was still studying him like a cat studies its prey. “So can we do business?” he reached into his pocket and handed some more Baht to her, “as you can see money is no problem I’m willing to pay anything just so that this country boy isn’t lonely tonight.” She took the money and put it in her desk, she nodded and hit the intercom, a male voice came over and she quickly said something to the man on the other end and then there was some arguing, Vincent looked around at the office trying to make it look like he was embarrassed by the whole scene in front of him. He could hear Tripp in his ear telling him how many guards were out back and what the situation was for easy escape, there apparently was not going to be an easy escape.

            “You come with me, we have girl for you, she brand new, she little bruised up she fight with my son, but she just what you look for.” He followed the petite lady down the sticky hallway and led him into the last room on the right, he noticed a few locked doors and wondered what exactly was behind them, and there were also a few other hallways. “Wait here she be right in, she very feisty you pay now.” Vincent stood up he was hoping that the new girl he got was Lena if not he would have to try and get the information out of the w***e before he killed her.

            “How much for her?” he did have a large bankroll of Thai Baht stashed away in his warehouse and he brought a duffle bag full of it.

            “How long you want for?” the question caught him off guard and he smiled at her again, how long would it take for him to get Lena out of here, he figured on getting her out in an hour, in and out in an hour. But he wanted to have a little extra time so they wouldn’t disturb them right away.

            “Well I was thinking two hours would be enough, so what will that run me?” the woman took another drag off her pipe and stared stonily at him.

            “Two hour cost 100,000 Baht, you got that?” Vincent pulled out the duffle bag and showed it to her.

            “Madam I have 300,000 Baht in here you can keep it if you give the little lady and I privacy which means no guard outside our door and I get to do whatever I want with her.” The woman took the bag and looked at the currency in it, she zippered it up and extended her hand.

            “Deal, she be here in minute.” With that the lady walked out the door and Vincent was left alone in the tiny room, it stunk of stale cigarettes, spilled beer and some other unpleasant smells. This room brought back memories and he felt the beast stir in him again, he looked around and noticed that this particular room had no cameras that were visible, although they could be cleverly hidden. He pulled out his phone and punched some numbers in and held it up to his ear.

            “What’s your status Taylor?” he heard some crackling and then Tripp’s voice came over the earpiece.

            “I’m in and had to knock a few guys out, I was tempted to shoot them but decided that would bring too much attention to where I am. I passed a few small buildings and heard crying coming from them but after taking a look into the barred windows none of the people looked like Lee.” He heard Tripp inhale sharply and the line went quiet, he started pacing and kept talking.

            “Well I’m sorry to hear that but right now I’m making a business deal and everything seems to be going smoothly.”

            “Are you sure you’re going to be getting Lee?” Tripp’s voice was hushed which meant there were guards or other people nearby, “S**t I just saw some tall beefy guy arguing with a little Thai lady I think I may have heard something about new girl but who knows.”

            “Well Taylor I’m going to actually turn my phone off because I’m about to go into a meeting if anything changes leave a voice mail. Ciao” and Vincent closed the phone and lounged on the couch. Now it was time to just sit and wait, hopefully Tripp could keep his head cool and stick to the plan. He looked around the dingy blue room and blew out an exasperated sigh. He really hated waiting he was itching to cause some mayhem and he knew the feeling all too well.

            “In due time my friend all in due time.” He continued to sit there and wait and he finally heard footsteps out in the hall. Time may actually be on his side for once.

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