Book 2, Chapter 5: Where is Madison?

**Third Person**
*Three hours Prior…*

Several of the O’Donnell brothers and their women were lounging in the family room in the VIP section. The semiprivate curtains were drawn closed but you could still see the rich partiers flaunting their wealth at the bar.

Wyatt had his tongue down one of the server’s throats as she straddled his thighs and slowly dry-humped him as he kneaded her firm ass in the tight leather short skirt she was wearing.

Caden and Arthur were sitting on the sofa, casually enjoying their bourbons. Beth was sitting on Caden’s lap, her feet placed on Arthur’s thighs, and was talking excitedly to Sasha who was sitting between Oliver’s legs on the opposite sofa. They were gabbing about Hope’s upcoming baby shower. James, Oliver’s husband, was sitting next to them, holding Sasha’s hand while Oliver kept a protective arm around his shoulder. He was talking animatedly about the newest intergalactic fantasy movie he recently finished watching to Jamison and Zayn who were sitting on the other sofa. They started having a very detailed cinematic discussion and it was entertaining Oliver who occasionally listened in to their conversation. He was enjoying nipping at Sasha’s exposed neck and chiming into the various discussions. Tristin and Lucien each had two girls surrounding them who must be from college as they were all gabbing together and getting wasted. They were dressed in super short skintight designer dresses that barely covered their lady bits and wore an obscene amount of makeup, but all the girls had big tits and an ass to match. They were all dirty blonde and as Madison would describe them, the classic power-hungry, plastic-filled, valley girl horny trust fund babies. Tristin and Lucien were the biggest playboys and enjoyed the attention and their sexual appetites were ravenous.

They didn’t particularly care about anything but getting a good lay at the end of the night. They ran through women like water on a hot summer day, rarely keeping a girl more than a few weeks at most. It was always the girls who became overly clingy and hopeful, only to get their hearts shattered when the playboys didn’t reciprocate any feelings other than lust.

Everyone was dressed and ready to party and since it was a masquerade-themed night, everyone was wearing black masks like the rest of the partiers in the club that night. Only the birthday girl would get to wear a colored mask.

Everyone was already on their second drink and enjoying the evening when Madison waltzes in, dramatically throwing the privacy curtain to the side and saying loudly, “You assholes partying without me?”

All the brothers and their partners welcomed her with hoots and hollers. Madison walked up to everyone and kissed them on their cheek. She even was kind to the bimbos her twin brothers brought that were sneering at her.

Wyatt tapped the waitress to get off of him and said sweetly, “Baby girl, get another round of drinks for us and get our guest of honor anything she wants.” The waitress smiled and approached Madison who asked for a Dirty Shirley.

“A Dirty Shirley? Really Mads? You are 21 now, I know you can do better than that.” Beth teased as Madison purposely picked up Beth’s legs and wiggled herself between her big brothers much to their disdain and put Beth’s legs on her own.

“Hey! Get your own girl” Arthur chastised.

“Nah, why would I get my own when I can steal yours? And besides, she likes me better” Madison goaded and stuck out her tongue.

“It’s true. I only have eyes for Madison,” Beth stated with a straight face before all the girls busted out laughing. Caden and Arthur were glaring at both of them. Caden whispered something into Beth’s ear that made her blush and Madison just shook her head.

The drinks came and everyone made a round of toasts and continued their conversations.

“I want to dance!” Madison said after finishing her drink. She pushed Beth’s legs so she could stand and took her hand.

“Hey, just to the dance floor. Stay where the guards can see you,” Caden warned both of them. Madison gave a dramatic army salute and hauled Beth, Sasha, and all four of the twins' bimbos left the room.

“Now that the girls have left, Jamie any more news on Black Spade? Father is pissed.” Arthur, while remaining the face of calm, was a basket of nerves inside.

“Nah, bro. He is like a damn ghost. He and his crew. None of our allies know his identity. We had caught one of his men but the guy bit a cyanide capsule before we could even haul him in the car. They are crazy loyal. And the scariest part is, the only other person I have ever seen with the sadistic level of crazy when torturing someone besides Abba was Damien. This dude is right up there. Pure vicious.
Papa and I have been working hard to find his digital trail. Whoever he has working for him is good. Really good. They almost got into the servers the other day while we tried to infiltrate one of their offshore networks on the dark net. That’s why we had to go dark for a few hours. Had to do a whole system reboot. It sucks that the new product they are peddling is really good too. I just wish he stuck with one product. It’s like he is copying our entire enterprise only enhancing it. His level of imagination is on par with Papa and he has the same business sense as Dad and he is as ruthless in running his gang as Father. It’s like he is a carbon copy of all of us put together. He is staying just outside our territories too so it is harder to track him.” Jamison commented.

“Territory my ass!” Caden said flippantly. “The whole damn world is our territory. Certainly, everything that is within two thousand miles of us. How is this asshole able to beat our systems? Someone in our ranks knows something. Send the word out, no matter how insignificant, I want to know everything. Check with the street dealers.”

They continued to discuss their business unaware of someone lurking in the shadow, overhearing everything. He smiled at their predicament and sent a message to his boss.

About an hour later, the girls returned to the private lounge, looking frantically around the room as if they were looking for someone.

Tristin and Lucien were the first to notice a specific someone was missing, not even acknowledging the bimbos that came to seduce them. “Beth! Where’s Mads?” Tristin asked worriedly.
Beth looked at Sasha and they both had a fear in their eyes.

“Beth?” Arthur asked, standing up and walking towards his shaking bride.

“I’m sorry!” She blurted out.

“What happened?” Caden asked softly although his face was frieghening. All the other guys were now paying attention. Beth looked once more at Sasha.

“Don’t look at her. We asked you where our sister was,” Caden scolded. Beth visibly cringed at his order.

She sighed and looked down in submission. “We went downstairs. We all started dancing and I turned around for just a second and there was like a wave of people pushing. Lots of really tall muscular men pushing everyone in the middle. I tried looking for her and calling out but it was so loud. I thought she may have come back up here.” She said like a speeding bullet train in one breath.

“You went downstairs? Without guards? And with Madison?” Arthur asked through gritted teeth. Beth was close to tears. Oliver was practically boiling too looking at Sasha. Tristin sensing the impending explosion, shooed the bimbos out of the private lounge and out of earshot.

“I’m sorry okay! It’s her birthday and she just wanted to have some fun. There are guards all around the club. She is always treated like a prisoner. We all are! We never get to go out and live a little.” Beth tried to explain and started getting a little.

“There’s a reason Beth! You all have to be protected. Madison especially. She’s our baby sister! We turn a blind eye when she ‘sneaks out’ because she always comes to one of our establishments and we have our guards keep an eye on her. She is never really alone. And we all have guards for protection.” Arthur scolds.

“We need to find her,” Lucien said and started walking out of the lounge.
As if the gods opened up the portal of hell, several muffled POPS can be heard from the door. POP! POP! POP! Then there is chaos as they open the door to the stairwell. Screaming was heard and frantic cries of panicked patrons even in the VIP lounge started

“Boss, shots fired downstairs.” One of the guards comes running to the men. All the brothers and guards immediately pull their guns from their waistbands. Jamison yells for the girls to stay in the booth and four guards stand in the way as the men make their way to the stairwell. Most of the VIPs have stayed upstairs but took some shelter where they could.

POP! POP! POP!
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