Chapter 18

Rosemary-

I’m not quite sure why I was so hostile towards Lucifer. He did spare my life but I just didn’t want the complication of him or Jesiah. I was ready to take my revenge and I didn’t want any distractions.

I grabbed my bags and boarded my plane.  

I felt a slight guilt for my anger towards Lucifer but I had to do this. I needed answers. A part of me knew there would be a fight. I wondered if I’d ever stop fighting. Maybe he was right. I’m no match for this. He came to warn me and yet I still don’t understand why he cared. I did feel an undeniable bond with him but I didn’t fully trust him. He was a man of many secrets. 

I found a home outside the Vatican. I took a job in town as a cocktail waitress. If it was anything I learned it was alcohol made people talk and it wasn’t long before a group of black haired Italian men came into the restaurant to meet. By the way they dressed you could tell they didn’t sell house appliances for a living. They wore sharp suit with a freshly groomed tapered cut and expensive cologne. As I was making the rounds I listened in. 

The tallest one, named Angelo spoke first. “We’ve got a tall order to fill boys.” 

“When’s the deadline?

“The Vaticans having the celebration tomorrow night. We have to get the girls by midnight tonight and have them ready.” 

“How many?” 

“At least 30 to work the room and private suites.” 

“Does Ricky have that many available?” 

“He always comes through. Now where the hells the waitress? I’m dyin of thirst!”

Angelo flags me down. 

“Hey boys, what can I get you? Maybe a dirty martini?” I shake my hips slightly to see if they would take the bait. 

“Well well well, is that a southern accent I detect?” I smile and nod yes

“You’re a long way from home pussy cat.” He smacks my ass. 

“We’ll take a round as long as you’re bringing it” 

I continue my flirtatious banter and it didn’t take long to get them liquored up. I heard a little talk on where the slave traders were planning to meet them tonight. I wanted to make sure they were late so I kept the drinks coming and slipped out. I wanted to get there first so I could free those poor girls and nothing would make me happier than to ruin the Vatican’s little shame fest. I told another waitress I was sick and to cover for me, she agreed, and I slipped out the back door. I made my way across town and came across a warehouse with a semi backed inside. I ran to the back door of the warehouse, it was chain bolted. I quickly grabbed a rock and broke the lock. I hurried inside and an awful smell hit my nostrils. Oh god it couldn’t be. As I rushed to open the back of the semi I could hear screams coming from an office in the warehouse. I move closer to the window, I could see a young woman getting held down by two men. They were taking turns raping her. Enraged I kicked the door down and lifted them by their throats and snapped their necks. 

The young woman looked at me in shock. 

“Are you okay? How many of those men are here?”

“I....I.... don’t know.” She stuttered. 

“It’s okay. There’s a back door. Get out of here! Run!” I had to yell to snap her out of her daze.

I headed to the truck and slid the door open and gasped in horror. Their young faces looked as though they’d been stuck together living in that truck for months. The smell was enough to make you gag. 

They all glared at me in fear and surprise. 

I spoke in a very stern tone like I had with the young woman I saved. “There’s a back door to this warehouse that’s open. Get out of here and run as fast as you can.” 

They looked at each other suspiciously as though they were being tested. 

“NOW!!” I growled. They quickly scurried away and ran as fast as they could. I searched the truck to make sure no one was left behind. Jumping down I grabbed the latch and closed the door when a man rounded the corner and injected me with something. Everything went black. 

I woke up on my knees with my hands tied behind my back and a bright light shining in my face surrounded by the men I was surviving drinks to at the bar only hours ago.