Czar Gregovivk Part 2

Mabel will never have a free spirit, not when hers is submissive, captive by doctrine and nature. She will forever be prone to any kind of abusive and cruel relationship, seeking pain, motivated by her emptiness. She was left alone, while her buyer awaited the moment to drag her back to hell again. If that little bird hadn't crossed my path, Mabel would surely be trapped in his claws once more. I couldn't set her free; I had spent all these days by her side, living with her, and with each passing day, I became more attached to Mabel and kept her tethered to me.
"What will you do when the game is over, Greg?" Sieta murmurs, shaking her head. "How will you be able to let her go without telling her the truth about what has really been done to her life? Will you abandon her to her own fate? I don’t understand what she feels..."
"I won't," I respond firmly and take a deep breath. "That's why I said I would take care of everything. I can't keep her by my side if she doesn't want to when the game is over, but I can ensure that no one else hurts her! But to do that, I need to make sure that both she and you are safe." I give her a soft look, warning her of her mistake and how costly it could have been if Kaiser had discovered Sieta's intentions. "Don't do things behind my back again, Sieta."
"That wasn't my intention," she shakes her head, murmuring. "I know I did wrong; I made a mistake by exposing her like that. I didn’t calculate the damage of Mabel's old traumas. I just wanted to find out what Kaiser was doing there and who that man was."
"Forget Kaiser, just don’t make that mistake again." I take a deep breath and spread my hand on the table, leaning to get up. "Kaiser is the least of my problems; he must be just another one of your bribed contacts funding your political campaign."
"It wasn’t," Sieta responds quickly and steps forward, approaching the table and putting her hand in her pants pocket. "That man who was waiting for him is not one of those rich kids, businessmen who want an ally in Congress to bypass the laws... Caien called him Rumão; he is known by some as..."
"Dromedary," I pronounce the Iranian's nickname as soon as Sieta speaks. "Yusefe Rumão, a dangerous merchant."
"That's it; Caien called him that." Sieta claps her palm against her thigh and points her finger at me. "Do you know this man that Kaiser was going to talk to?"
"Not personally, but I've heard stories about him; if I'm not mistaken, it's an old grudge of Ramsés..." I walk silently, my brain trying to think about the coincidence of the same night I receive news that Freire hanged herself in her apartment in New York, Kaiser meeting in Moscow with Yusefe Rumão. "Did this man see you, Sieta? Did he see Mabel?" I step closer to her and grip her arm, asking nervously.
"No, he didn’t see me..." She shakes her head rapidly from side to side. "He definitely didn’t see Mabel. I was close, Greg, almost ready to set the listening device when Ramsés’ security interrupted me..."
"She saved you, Sieta!" I let go of her shoulder and take a step back, pulling my phone out of my pocket, needing Ramsés’ informants to keep an eye on Kaiser.
"What are you talking about?" Sieta looks at me, confused, not understanding my worried expression.
"Yusefe Rumão, the Dromedary, as he’s known in the black market, is a sex slave trafficker in Morocco!" I let the words out angrily, feeling even more fear for the danger Sieta exposed herself and Mabel to, now discovering what Ramsés' hidden interest was. He is keeping an eye on Yusefe.
"Do you think Kaiser and this man could have some connection, with the madness Morgana caused...?"
"That's what I intend to find out." I turn on the device, intending to dial Ramsés, and see several missed calls from Baby. "Shit!"
"What happened?" Sieta takes a step forward and looks at me.
I read the message she sent me a few hours ago.
"The party will start ahead of schedule!" I raise my face to Sieta while pressing the call button on the device. "Call Ramsés and tell him what you just told me, that your old friend is in Moscow. Warn the Egyptian that I need Sebastian and Macro; it's time for them to come out of hiding. Jonathan Roy arrives in Moscow on Monday."
"They are coming!"
I hear Sieta’s voice mix with the ringing of the calls and turn, smiling as soon as the loud voice comes through on the other end of the line.
"You bastard Russian, are you trying to give me a heart attack? I've been trying to call you for hours!" I laugh at her angry voice, which is raised, cursing me.
"Admit that you love me, Baby, that you're tired of playing house with that tiny detective of yours, and that you miss the promiscuous life you had in Sodom!" I say, laughing, and walk toward my chair.
"Oh, go suck my dick, you piece of Russian shit!" I can visualize the tall blonde waving her hand in the air angrily, stomping her foot on the ground. "Freire is dead, Czar; did you already hear?"
"Yeah, I heard," I reply, looking at Sieta and seeing her bring the phone to her ear. "Baby, is Jonathan there with you?"
"Yeah, why?" she says quietly, and her tone changes, sounding more scared.
"Pass him to me; I need to tell a bedtime story to soothe your brother's nightmares!" I press a button on my computer keyboard, lighting up the monitor.
My smiling expression shifts to serious as I stare at the photo of Freire’s body, hanging in her apartment’s living room, on the monitor that is linked to my Sodoma club device.
"Czar, this is Roy." I hear Jonathan’s serious voice on the other end of the line. "What’s going on that I don’t know?"
"The witches are loose, Jonathan; they are kidnapping children and training them to be submissive alphas," I say quietly, clenching my fingers. "And I plan to hunt these damned witches! I’m going to do something very bad to them in front of the council. But before I tell you everything I know, I need to know: will you be by my side, Jonathan Roy?"
"Until the last ashes of them, Czar Gregovivk."