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"Prolouge.

"Elliott what do you have for me?" I ask him as soon as he picks up the phone while entering my kitchen.

"Hello to you too little bro." He answers back sarcastically. "I'm good. How about you?"

"E. I have no time for pleasantries."

"Ava, was asking for you."

"Awww how's my lil chubster doing?"

"Don't let Leila hear you calling her that". He sneers

"E. Your daughter eats like a shark. Anything you put in her mouth, she swallows." I laugh. Reminds me of her dad."

"Yeah, well she better know better when she gets older. He retorts rather loudly. "I have some info for you."

"I'm listening." I tell him opening the fridge, grabbing out a beer.

"Somethings going down in Esclava tonight. Some new shipments are coming in from Italy."

"How do we know it's not just wine they're bringing in?" I ask him twisting the cap off my beer.

"Dude you can get that from your local warehouse. For a man that's smart you're not all up there. Are you stoned?"

"Not today." I say taking a long gulp

"Anyway's" I think he rolled his eyes. What a little bitch, I laugh to myself. "Leila told me from her informative that it should be arriving at midnight." You want me to come with?"

"Nah E I prefer you stay with Leila the chubster and little Eric. I don't want you getting involved more than you already are."

"Stop calling her that Cocks" He says stretching it out, the word not the male anatomy itself. That's his fucking nickname for me since he claims "I'm a cocky motherfucker." His words. "Leila's going to have my balls and feed them to me with hot sauce."

"Ah yes, trunk stew" I tell him leaning over my granite counter.

"Dude, What the fuck..."

"Listen El, I'm taking Taylor with me. We should be good just us. We're only going to dig out the place."

"Christian, you think we might have something here?" he asks me this seriously.

He asks me this every single time I go check out a new location. We've been looking high and low. Under every fucking rock, nook and cranny, sadly nothings comes up. No trace, no leads, no witness, it's like she was never born. The police had called off the search after 2 years. My parents have tried to do all they could. Calling clinics, shelters, mortuary's, looking in the streets and setting up fliers weekly in different places and in different states. Nothing. No body has ever turned up either.
We go on about our lives, but we're not really living. Well except maybe Elliot. Whose probably the only one who's living. He has his fiancé Leila and his two kids. They met at a art gallery. What he was doing there I have no clue. If I had to guess it was to meet women. It was instant attraction they said. A year after she got pregnant with the chubster Ava, then four years after that some girl name Candice who they had a one time threesome with had dropped off their son Eric at their house one night.
Mom and dad have each other to support but that was after the blame game started. They are still going to therapy. It's been a bumpy road to recovery for them. Dad usually drink's his pain away, and mom spends her days working at the hospital or volunteering. Every Sunday's the family gets together and have our family dinners.

"I don't know E. I sure hope it leads us somewhere. All we need is a little mark, a trail, a lead, a trace anything to bring us closer or bring us closure. These people I've been following for a little while now, just couldn't get an in until today, are notorious for these types of crime's. They have never been caught and there's no evidence against them whatsoever."

"C, maybe after this..."

"No El. I cut him off quickly. I already know what he's going to say. "There's no body there's no giving up. That's been our mantra."

"Dude, you've basically put your life on hold. You quit college. You don't go out to parties. You have no fucking friends except Taylor. Women have come in and out of your life like a revolving door that is till you met Ana. God bless that girl for not running. Don't you want to get married one day, have kids, have the picket fence dream house? You have a huge penthouse you hardy live in, since you spend your fucking time lock away in your offices."He says every word getting louder and louder.

"Come on Elliot don't start that shit again." I yell running my fingers through my hair. I hear him sigh over the phone.

"I can't El. I respond lowering my voice. "I can't put it behind me. I can't imagine living my life and she's alive out there somewhere. Doing who knows what the fuck, with who ever the fuck. I just can't let go El. But I need you bro, you're my eyes and ears out there. Don't give up on this yet." Cause I'm to blame.

"Alright C. You're right."

I had went to Harvard but after Dad gave me my trust fund I dropped out to start my own business GEH. The proud owner I might add. To say my dad was fuming is to say the least, but understood afterwards that I just couldn't sit there in a fucking classroom with a professor going on and on while my mind was on other things. He understood, he didn't want to lose another child. He supported me and believed in me especially after I bought my first company. My position in my job although my parents are rich gives us the proper finance's we need to continue the search and it gives us the important people to make things happen. I work mostly from home. Go in whenever I'm needed. Ros, my right hand whom I met in college and helped me start my business handles most of it. She believed in me as well, cause when I left Harvard, she did as well. She's my CEO. I'm more the face of it. Anyone who knows me other than my brother, Taylor, Gail, will find me at my home office working but most of my time I'm upstairs in my second office hidden around boxes of clues, under paperwork or corking whatever's legit and necessary on my bulletin. Other times Ana's here or in Ana. There's just no better place. I have yet to tell her any of this investigating I'm doing, knowing her stubborn ass she would want to get involved. Hell fucking NO! The less she knows the better... Oh but what a sweet ass it is... Fuck I'm getting hard just thinking about my little Kryptonite.

"Cocks?" Elliot yells out stopping my train of thoughts.

"So E. How should I dress for this?" I ask him trying to change the topic and my thoughts of the one woman that takes all of my powers, Ana.

"Casual"

"Casual?"

"In print motherfucker. A button down shirt, jeans, socks and shoes. No fucking flip flops."

I laugh out loud. "Okay E. I need to get some work done. Thank Leila once again for me. Be safe"

"Always"

"Says the guy that has two kids from two different women."

"Fuck you cocks". He laughs. "At least I get my dick wet. Be safe and I love you bro". He tells me seriously afterwards.

"Always"

I hang up with Elliot and then send him a quick text. I dial Taylor afterwards. Why the fuck am I still in the kitchen yet why the ever loving fuck am I still standing. I make my way over to the couch in the living room and sit down. He picks up after five rings. Took him long enough. I'm not even going to ask why. Last time I did. He and Gail were playing Tarzan and Jane whatever the fuck that is.

"Taylor, I'm picking you up around eleven. We're going to Esclava. Elliot's says there's new merchandise coming in tonight." I tell him as soon as he picks up.

"Well hello to you too asshole." Another sarcastic ass. "I'm doing good. Just here in my rocking chair, cleaning my gun missing my Gail."

"Where's Gail?"

"She's at her sisters. Jeopardy night". He states like I should know this.

"Why didn't you go with?"

"You know how they feel about me ever since they caught me taking a bubble bath."

"How can I forget it's my favorite story to tell. I'd feel the same way if I caught your ass in my bath tub doing God knows what with that little loofah."

"Little?"

"What the fuck... Taylor?"

Silence

"Taylor?"

More silence.

He must have a great bond with his loofah. Now I feel bad I've insulted him of his relationship. I clear my throat, I know what he likes.

"Darth Vader..."

"C. I am your father" he breathes heavily.

I roll my eyes. Every. Fucking. Time.

"You're coming with me tonight. No weapons. No guns what so ever T. We don't know how tight security is going to be and if there's even metal detectors there. We're just going to check out the place, mingle about, and see if we can at least get a feel what type of shipments they're bringing in".

"How should I dress?"

"What do you mean how should you dress Taylor? This isn't a fucking date!" I say taking another sip of my beer. Fuck, it got hot. I walk over to the kitchen once again and pour the rest out of the sink.

I know I'm a hypocrite asshole. I just finished asking Elliot the same thing. I like to fuck around with Taylor. He's like a brother to me, no wait, maybe more like a first cousin... maybe. Nah. He's my boy. Other than Elliot he's always down for whatever subtract his sensitive side. I think he's been like that ever since Gail taught him how to knit.

"So you're saying my fatigues are alright?"

"I didn't say we're going to war either. And don't go all men in black on me now.

"Dress casual. In print" I continue on throwing Eliot's words right at him. "Clean jeans a nice clean iron button down shirt. Clean socks and shoes. No steel plated boots Taylor. Maybe throw on some after shave a little Cologne... Oh and cut your fucking nails" I feel the need to break it down to him just a bit knowingly knowing Gail's not there to help him. He can be a big buzzed cut baby when she's not around. But I wouldn't pick a fight with him. Note to self: lots of credit to Gail.

"Gail's not here C." She's at her sisters". He responds nervously. Probably close to tears

"Cleaners then T." I mock him. "Think you can handle that by yourself?"

"Got it. I'm getting nervous already."

"Are you stoned Taylor?"

"No." He answers quickly. A little to quickly. "Just nervous. Gail always took out my clothes and had them prepared for me."
"I miss her." He answered sadly. Yup close to tears. "You think I should take a hit?"

"No!" I practically yell at him. "I need you in you on top of your game Casanova. We all know how paranoid you get."

"You tasered my ass last time." He yells out.

"It was for ours and your own good. It helped calm you down didn't it?"

"I was shivering like a fish out of water. Those kids had it in for me C."

Taylor had taken it upon himself to smoke a joint to calm his nerves when there was school field trip Filled with six and seven year olds to GEH. He claims the kids were looking at him suspiciously. No. It couldn't have been be they were these small figures looking at this giant with black paint under his eyes dressed for war.

Bye Taylor." I say with a smile hanging up on him.

I grab another beer from the fridge and head upstairs to my office. Sitting down behind my desk staring at the file Ethan got his hands for me from Esclava. I sit back in my chair and think about that horrible day she was taken from us. I blamed myself of course because I was the one that was suppose to pick her up from school and drop her off at her ballet rehearsal. I got there ten minutes late due to having my cock shoved down my mothers best friend throat. I didn't have sex with Elena. She creep me the fuck out but I was 15 and horny and she was a fine piece of ass for her age. Always strutting her pussy in these short short jeans and heals. I was helping her with some rubble she had at her back yard, and each time she'd bend down I could see her snatch. Elena had wanted me to fuck her but I had told her I didn't want to lose my virginity to an older married women. She wouldn't take no for an answer so I let her blow me. By the time I made it to the school Eloise was gone. Someone else picked her up. We could've sue the school, but for what purpose, my little sister was gone. It did make front page news and headlines. The media was on our story like flies on shit, kept repeating our reward on a daily basis. Then it started to whine down till it all stopped. Everyone continue living their lives. I take a long breath and look at the file in front of me again.

We got lucky that Ethan is a Dominant and works at the club for years. He got us an inside since Esclava is a trustee BDSM members only group. What the fuck is a trustee? There's always someone willing to rat you out for the right amount of money hence Ethan and of course for not wanting to do the time. Funny thing is once they're caught their first words out of their mouths are "I'm no snitch". Once you pile bullshit on top of bullshit and hit with " who do you think they're going to believe a felon or a cop, they start barking information like a Chihuahua.

Opening up my top drawer I take out my glasses and put them on. I don't want to miss a thing. Running my fingers through my hair I take another swig of my beer, I open the file and my heart stops. There in front of me is a picture of my Ana. My Ana! I can't believe this shit. My little bookworm. My editor Ana. I'm livid! I take a couple of breaths to control my temper in. I need facts! Can it be? Can she know? My sweet Ana works there? My baby who makes me the best chocolate croissants my Ana who makes me squeal like a pig when she makes me cum. I throw my beer across the room shattering when it hits the wall. This has got to be a mistake. I pick up my home phone to call Ethan and ask him what the fuck he's playing at. His words from last week hits me and I stop "You're not going to like what you see". No shit! I sigh and drop the phone. Why would she lie to me? What could she be hiding? Why the fuck is she working there? I ask myself slamming my hand on my desk. Why would she keep this from me. I told her about my sister Eloise. Could Ana be in on this? Could she be kidnapping and trading these teens? Does she know who might be? I want fucking answers! And that's when I see it at the bottom of her picture written in red Anastasia Steele. Sibling: Mia Steele. Daughter's of Ray and Carla Steele. Seattle's most wanted.

Esclava

Name: Anastasia Rose Steele

Gender: Female

Social Security Number: 224-76-0075

Birthday: October, 12, 199

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 5'4

Weight: 120 lbs

Occupation: Editor in SIP

Address: 140 Oak Ave, Savannah Georgia

Parents: Ray Earl Steele and Carla Steele

Siblings: Mia Steele

Bank Account: 350,278.75

Criminal History: Theft and Assault. No time served the minor was fifteen years old at the time. Assailant served one year probation and was monitored on house arrest.

Case Number: 000-125PPl-47s9

That picture doesn't do her any justice. She's more beautiful in person. Can't fucking believe she's mixed up in these acts. I really hope not, but she has not given me any other reason to think otherwise. She was secretive, and she played me like a game of chess. Did she really have feelings for me, like she said she did or was it all an act myself? I knew that I couldn't trust her, but this... she's the daughter of those fuckers kidnapping kids. She knows about Elena. She had to know about Leila and she smiled in her face that's why Leila looked so scared, and ran off the next day. Its all coming together now. What a fool I was to believe there was good in her, to hope she was the one for me.

Kate must have told her about our little encounter at the Metropolitan Market and that's how she knew who I was, and about my missing sister. Of course she knew, she had to, everyone in fucking Seattle knew about Eloise. I have to get ready and get to this damn club, I'm very anxious to see the look on Anastasia's face when she sees me there, caught in her own web of lies.

We disregarded Elliot's say on wearing jeans. Ethan wasn't wearing any jeans the few times I have met with him, he always had on a two piece suit with a linen shirt. So instead we chose to wear that, if anything then Taylor and I will just be two good looking fuckers in a suit, looking better than the rest. I decided to take my R8 instead of My SVU, that just seems to spell out detectives or what not, so better to go in a sports car which will describe more money, power and taste.

Pulling out of the garage and taking the directions that Ethan had written down for me, because no way in hell was it going to come up in map quest, he had stated. We drove all the way to Portland where Esclava is based and then once there I park my R8 by the subway station lot. We then take the elevator down to a maintenance line for trains, where to the right of it there's a door we must enter through and then take what seems like ten staircases going down to what can only look like if you're planning on visiting hell. Opening another door once at the bottom we see an old run down huge factory-like building with lots of graffiti written on it and knock on its front metal door. A tall built pale looking dude with slick back black hair, brown eyes and a pierced nose opens and pats us down for weapons, then takes a look on a computer he has in a small room, beside him, after that he takes away our phone placing them in small cubicles with the number seven and hands us a pick up tag with the same number to retrieve our phones. Once we pass his inspection he tells us to walk down the long hall and make a right.

I cannot believe what my eyes are seeing and I'm guessing Taylor's because I hear him gasp quite loudly. There are tons of women some in black boy shorts, black crop top or tanks and some clashed in a black fishnet body suit. There are some guys dressed in leather pants or black boy shorts as well no tops. I don't see any type of bdsm here or nothing that calls out to it, maybe that's another part of the building, this just looks like a regular nightclub or strip club scene. The room itself is red with white trimmings, and dim. There's a center stage in the middle of the floor and some round tables and chairs around it adorn with a lit candle display on top of them, near the back walls there are black leather small sectionals sofas with some red curtains hanging above them, must be VIP I'm guessing and a bar to the other far right of it. Not too shabby I think to myself. I actually thought it would be a bit more rundown, but my guess is there is more to this place. A waitress with dyed pink hair and blue eyes clad in black boy shorts and crop top comes over to take our order of drinks, and I order a glass of whiskey and Taylor orders a glass of bourbon. I later find out that is the waitress and waiters uniform the leather pants men and the fishnets dressed woman with their nipples and clits peeking through the tiny holes are entertainers if someone wants to get off in one of the booths.

There are some gorgeous woman in this place, I might add. I thought it might be a run down place the front sure looks like it, but it's very rich in taste, sense and style. There are important people in here as well, a hefty price I had to pay and become a member to be added to their list as I'm sure the rest of these peoples. I have gotten to talk, know quite of few already, some are surgeons, lawyers, teachers, mayors from different states and yes even a priest is here. They even give us live acts like a regular club, which is why there's a stage set up in the middle of the floor. With a shot of whiskey I sit back and enjoy the show somehow trying to fit in like the rest of them. On the stage there are two brown haired females grinding their asses on one of the guest they had chosen to come up. I have to hold back my laugh cause Taylor is trying desperately not to look, but no matter where he tries to set his eyes they always fall to some breasts.

I have yet to see Ana, actually Anastasia her Rose Steele her full name. A fucking felon since she did have a criminal charge when she was just fifteen years old. I cannot believe I was dating and having sex with a woman that might be involved with the disappearance of my sister. She had to know who I was, maybe to get information if I knew anything about her or her families proclivities. Fuck her and her tight pussy, she can't hide forever. I will find you Anastasia and I would gladly lock you up myself. I continue on admiring the woman that are in front of us and walking around. They look clean, amazing bodies and very well taken care of. Leila had said they had extreme makeovers and body waxes, that she and the others were well pampered and luxuriously dressed.

I then see Luke coming towards us. I assume since he's here then Ana... I mean Anastasia must be here as well, so I start looking around the place but I don't see her.

"Look who we have here, Grey and his henchman" Luke digs standing by our table. I ignore his attempt to get underneath my skin

"Where's your accomplice Anastasia? I ask with a quirk of my eyebrow and I see him tense up but quickly relaxes afterwards with a loud laugh

"Don't know who you're talking about" Luke shrugs it off.

"Where are my future in laws?" I ask nonchalant "I'm impatient on meeting them. Hopefully I could give them the grand pleasure of seeing me arrest their daughter first and then their asses"

"Yeah right, rent a cops do not have the liberty of doing that, and just so you know Grey, you or your minion are not going to get your hands on her" Luke threatens "Here after the show go to room 50, compliments on the house" he smirks handing me a key

"What if I don't? I ask although I am curious and Luke bends over the table peering down at me

"If you don't want to raise any suspicion bout you guys being here, at least play the part of the club Grey" and with that he walks away but then stops and turns around with a smirk "enjoy the show Grey" he winks before turning right back around and leaves for good. Taylor looks at me and I just shrug not knowing, but place the key in the breast pocket of my suit jacket.

The announcer some black haired, brown skinned guy, brown eyes with black leather pants, top button open comes on stage. "Ladies and gentleman" he announces "for our special night here in Esclava, we bring you a rare treat, a pleasurable gem, the highlight of our and yours night. Here is our very own Sasha" the guy finishes raising his voice at the end. The crowd claps, and whistles, some bang on the the tables, then suddenly the place becomes dark, and a sound of beats comes over the speakers which puts me on high alert, hearing the whispers of others surrounding us. The lights above the stage turn on and there appears a redheaded masked woman dancing to the music, dressed in a red enticing liquid type bustier it looks as though it was painted on her. Black thigh high boots with fuck me heels that all I could picture are those heels pointing in the air, on top of my shoulders and my head bouncing in between them. I am completely transfixed on her, and feel myself harden at my thoughts, at the hold she has possessed over me. True I have not had sex for two weeks in a half, but fuck me, Ana who? Sasha looks fucking hot, riveting and very inviting, she looks like the kind of trouble I wouldn't mind getting myself into. I'm fucked! Who the fuck is this creature?

Preview to chapter 11: Sasha

She dances on stage her body moving like a snake. Her hips moving to the beat of the music. I am at hypnotize by the move of her body, how confidently she whines and grinds. How she does a perfectly sexy split and lowers her back and head backwards, knees folded up, feet planted on the floor fully open, swirling her hips around seductively. My eyes fixed on how her pussy would look, on how she would taste and how she would sound moaning my name.