Book 2, Chapter 2: Let's Have Some Fun

**Madison**

“Our dads are so whipped. You’d think after like 30 years, they’d finally put their foot down, but nope.” I heard one of my twin brothers say behind me. They each put an arm on my shoulder. Like I said, I inherited my mom’s short genes. I am only 5’3 and all my brothers, are over 6 feet like our dads.

“So Oli says you’ll join us at Lux tonight,” Tristin said. I nodded. “Awesome! It feels like ages since we last clubbed.” Lucien said excitedly.

“How do you do it Mads? Every time we snuck out, we’ve had our asses handed to us, yet you never get caught.” Tristin asked. “Yeah Mads, care to finally spill your secret?” Lucien goaded.

“No. Because, unlike you asshats, I still have to sneak out of this fortress. You all get to go out without any repercussions. But me, I am going to die a crabby, old maid with cobwebs growing in my ass.” I said bitterly.

“Ouch. Are you still upset with the new security measures?” Tristin asked.

“New security measures? Ha! My foot, new security measures. Do you mean the new prison schedule? No, why on earth would I be upset with the fact that I have to ask for fucking permission to even go outside into the garden? I have to be walked like a fricken dog! Hell, even Milo and Rover have more freedom than I do, and they are actual fucking dogs. I take it back. I am going to die an old virgin vampire with the lack of sunlight I will get.” I wasn’t bitter, I was enraged.

“Hey, Mads, it’s going to be okay. You know we all love you too much and we want what is best for you. Our dads wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t important and it won’t last forever. Breathe sis, breathe.” Lucien tried to help calm me down.

“It’s your birthday baby sis. Let’s have fun.” Tristin said smiling, playfully punching my arm.

After taking a moment or two, I came to my senses. He’s right. It is my birthday, and I am going to have the night of my life. I sucked in a breath and squared my shoulders. A new resolve settled in my soul.

“Yeah, Tristin. Let’s have fun.” I said to them and a smirk graced my face. I mean what could possibly go wrong? It's not like I'll be kidnapped and whisked away to an unknown fate.

*Meanwhile…*
**Unknown**

There was a resounding whoosh followed by a deafening SMACK. The shrill scream that came after was like a Broadway melody to my ears. The open flesh that was dripping a steady stream of blood was a beautiful work of art. There were now almost fifty long gashes on the bare back of this scum bag; the cris – cross pattern added layers of exposed flesh and made me excited to continue this little torturous exercise with my whip.

“P. Pl. Please s – sir, m- mercy.” Begged the dirtbag. He was whimpering and crying. He was barely conscious now and that simply cannot do as I am not done with him.

I looked at my best friend and second-in-command Luke and nodded at him. We have worked together for many years. He doesn’t need any verbal commands to know what I am thinking.

He hands me a plastic solo cup filled to the brim with liquid. The sweet, tangy smell of lemons permeates the air.

“Wake up asshole!” I sing and begin to pour the zesty concoction over his back. I can almost hear the sizzle and it certainly perked up my guest. He started screaming and thrashing wildly. Not much good as he was hanging in mid-air by his wrists by metal handcuffs attached to a shark hook and chains. The blood ran nicely down his bare legs and dropped into the drain underneath him.

“Now are you going to tell me what I want to know, or shall we continue?” I asked as I stood in front of him, waving my whip in front of his face.

Next thing I know, I get a wad of spit in my face. Gross.

“Fuck. You.” He seethed out.

I took the handkerchief from my pocket and wiped off his disgusting DNA. “You are not my type. Although since you want to be a pussy so badly, I am sure we can help you with that transition.” I looked to Luke who snickered and brought at his lucky pocketknife. He started to slowly walk towards us.

“No! No! NO!” The dirtbag began to thrash again after realizing my implications.

“Shhh, it’s okay” I mocked fake sympathy, “it will only hurt a lot and then we will use your pitiful appendage and grant your wish by letting you fuck yourself. Won’t that be fun?” His eyes grew even bigger which was a feat in itself seeing as how he had two swollen black eyes and his face looked like we put it through a few rounds with an MMA fighter, which we actually did.

“I’ll tell you!” He finally screamed just as Luke reached for his boxers which were already covered in more than just blood. “I’ll tell you. Just p- please don’t d- do th- that. Do- Don’t kill m- me please.”

We both stood there waiting for him to elaborate.

“It was th- the Fox and H- Hound Crew. The n- new biker g-gang in t- town. They’ve been s- slowly trying to t- take shi- shipments fr-f from ev- everyone in the e- east. Th- they paid me $1 million. My- my s- son needed heart sur- surgery. They sa- said they will k- kill m- my family if I- I told any- anyone. I’m s- sorry.” He stuttered out. Watching that confession was slightly painful.

I huffed a breath before walking back to the stainless steel table I had sitting next to the wall. I put the bloodied whip on it and grabbed my gun in my hand.

“Mercy, sir” he whimpered out. So I raised my gun and pulled the trigger. I put a bullet in his head and watched his life leave his eyes.

“Well, that was fun,” Luke said with an exaggerated sigh. "Have his head sent to those motherfuckers as a message for meddling in my territory. Make sure to send a little gift with it that will make a *big* impact. Let the widow keep the money but make sure a team visits to gather any possible intel left behind. And make sure she knows not to cross us." I ordered and Luke nodded as he handed me a wet towel that I wiped my hands on while we walked through the dungeon corridors.

We made our way through the halls and through the warehouse where my men all stopped whatever they were doing to bow as I passed. Luke and I made it to my office. I grabbed one of the extra suits hanging in my closet and went to the adjoining bathroom. Twenty minutes later, I was showered and dressed. I came back out and sat at my desk.

Luke was casually scrolling through his phone on my sofa. I began sifting through paperwork.

My phone pinged on my desk and I looked at it.

Several pictures were in my messages. I opened it up and smiled brightly. There she was. Madison. She looked radiant in her pink lace dress. It fit her to perfection; it reminded me of the Mrs. Cleaver dresses of the 1950s. She even had a string of pearls to finish off her look. She always dressed modestly and that was something I loved about her. She looked so much like her mother, a rare beauty in the middle of thorns.

There was a picture of her dancing with some of her nephews and another picture of her sneaking a bite of cake in the kitchen. I chuckled at that. She has quite a sweet tooth.

*Big Bird: Just overheard some big news concerning your girl.*
*Me: Elaborate.*
*Big Bird: her brothers are going to Lux tonight.*
*Me: I don’t care about those brats.*
*Big Bird: Your girl is going to sneak out and meet them.*
*Me: Sneak out? How? She is always on lockdown.*
*Big Bird: Not sure, but one of the brothers said she has done it before.*
I raised my eyebrow at that little tidbit. Seems like Madison has a bigger mischievous side than I thought.
*Big Bird: Here is the code for the party tonight. This will get you into the VIP floor. She will be wearing a gold mask.*
There were six codes so I could take five of my men to the floor with me and the rest of the men would stay on the main floor.
*Me: Good work. You will be rewarded.*
*Me: keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't get caught and keep me posted.*
*Big Bird: Yes, Boss.*

“Luke!” I said, putting my phone down on my desk. He looked up at me. “Gather our most trusted men. Madison is going to be at Lux tonight. We won’t have another shot for a long time if this fails. She comes home with us, no matter what.”

Luke smiled widely and muttered a “fuck yes!” while he began typing away furiously on his phone. A few more moments passed before he stood up, putting the phone in his suit pocket.

“I’ll have the boys ready to leave within the next hour and the plane will be ready to go too. I’ll have Margie send a black suit and some spare clothes with the pilot.” Luke walked off and closed my door behind him.

I picked up my phone again, staring at the pictures. “Happy Birthday Madison. Just a few more hours baby. I will see you soon and we will celebrate properly.”