Above Mark. Austin Butler.

DANIEL

I opened the door of the store.

Ding-dong, the bell rang.

"Hey Luke," I said as I walked into the store. "Is Marcus in?"

"Yeah, he's at the third door on the right," he said. "Long time no see. You in trouble again."

Luke was a tall, muscular, had a horseshoe hairstyle on his head and a pale complexion.

"Like you won't believe," I said as I walked down the hall.

I made my way to the third door and opened it. I closed the door behind me and descended the wooden stairs. I knocked on the door at the end of the stairs two times and the small window on the door opened to show two grey eyes.

"What's the password?" A deep, youthful voice asked and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Marcus cut the crap and open the door," I replied impatiently.

"Way to take the fun out of this," Mark responded as he opened the metal door.

Marcus was what you called a tech-nerd. He acted like a five-year-old but his brain surpassed the others in the business. He was tall, blond, incredibly smart and childish.

"So, what can I do for you?" he asked as he went to sit around the computer desk in the centre of the room.

"I need new passports and visas for me and my wife," I stated as I made my way towards him.

"Well, congrats on the marriage thing, not like I didn't expect it... So where's the unlucky girl?" he asked as he logged on the computer.

"She's in the car. I need these under the names Greg and Maria Hamilton... When can you get this done?"

"Hm... how about you come back at the end of the week," he said as he typed away on his computer. "Oh, I need a picture of your wife."

"Look on my Facebook page."

In a few minutes, he was on my page and a whistle sounded from his lips.
"Damn, she's pretty...you're one lucky bastard."

"I know," I said with a grin. So damn lucky.

Just then, the door opened and Dillon entered the room. Dillon had black hair, raven-black eyes, and a medium build.

He was also the man behind all this.

"Well, well... if it isn't Danny boy," he said as he went towards the chair at the left corner of the room.

"Dillon," I said bluntly.

"That's all I get? I think I deserve a thank you and a proper greeting for helping you out," he said as he took a seat and lit a cigar.

"What do you mean?" I asked nonchalantly as I folded my hands across my chest.

"I got rid of your tail..." my tail?

"Luke said when you came in he saw a car outside. A woman was out there watching the shop. He invited her in and pulled a gun on her. She jumped him and beat the crap out of him but luckily yours truly came in just in time to stop her," he stated as he puffed out smoke.

"I then grabbed the little bitch and dragged her to Jim as an extra girl... She was a looker too, had pretty, green eyes and a banging body... but now she's out of your hair. You're welcome," he said blowing another puff of smoke.

"You what?!"

"Oh shit," I heard Marcus say as he looked over at Dillon with wide eyes.

"You dumbass... that was his wife!" Mark shouted at Dillon as I began to walk over to him. "Daniel, man don't... he didn't know!"

...and I don't care!

"Hey, Daniel chi-"

I grabbed Dillon's shirt stopping him midsentence, pulling him upwards, and kneed him in his gut before allowing him to fall on the ground. I moved on top of him and started punching him. I punched him repeatedly until his nose started to bleed and his face was changing colour.

I needed him to look as messed up as I felt. He was the one that gave her away.

My wife, the love of my life.... the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with... he gave away my Nia and I was fucking mad!

"Daniel... that's enough! He didn't know!" screamed Marcus as he tried to pull me off Dillon. "Stop man. Get off him!"

I stopped punching Dillon as my anger subsided, barely and allowed myself to be pulled away from him. Not before giving him a kick in his gut. He cried out in pain and it was music to my ears.

"Where is Jim's shop, Dillon? Where is it?!" he took too long to answer so I kicked him again.

He winced at the pain before stuttering a reply. "I-It's across town... e-el clube de noche."

I kicked him once more for being a dumb fuck causing him to cough a little blood before turning to Marcus.

"Get me a map of that place, a car and open the gun room," I said as I walked over to the bookshelf on the east wall.

I pulled a book and the bookshelf moved to reveal a vault with a keypad.

"The password, Marcus," I mutter impatiently.

"5004," he replied speedily.

I typed in the code and the vault opened. There I stood in front of the vault filled with guns.

I walked in and I searched the shelves until I found a revolver, a golden eagle, and a couple of other useful trinkets. I grabbed the weapons, took up a few gadgets, and exited the vault. Dillon was sitting on the chair with blood running from his nose and mouth and he flinched as he saw me.

"Did you get the info?" I asked Mark as I walked back into the room.

"Yeah, it's printing now." Mark pushed his chair over to the printer, collected the paper, and returned to his desk. "Here you go, the car is out back. Please don't dent it. It's new."

I took the info and car keys from him and walked towards the closet at the west wall. I grabbed a leather jacket, a black t-shirt, a pair of jeans pants before putting them on and pushing the guns in my belt.

I bandaged my wound once more before exiting.

"Keep this. I'll call you when I need help," I said tossing Mark a burner phone and exited the room.

***

I was a mile from el clube de noche. I had already memorized the exits and entrances to their secret rooms.

I parked the car a block down the road near a marked exit, before leaving the vehicle and walked towards the club.

I waited in the line for a few minutes before entering, surprisingly, the line wasn't that long.

I entered the building and there were flashing lights, loud music, people dancing, some vomiting, making out, and some out cold on the floor.

Typical club things.

I walked over to the bar ordered a drink, observing my environment as I was thought.

The place had a black interior with multiple neon lights bouncing around the room. Its bar had a glossy black countertop and black leather seats. The ceiling was high and had a skylight that allowed you to see the faint light of the stars. The upper level of this place was labelled VIP and numerous people looked down at the lower floor observing the group. There was a door across from the bar on the other side of the dance floor with 'club de noche' on it.

Ordering a drink so as to not look out of place, I looked around picking out possible security personnel that might see me if I entered the unauthorized area of the club. There were many, therefore, I needed a distraction.

With that in mind, I went to the bathroom. It was lighter than the club interior, it was cream with black counters and stalls, also it had yellow Led lights. Ensuring no one saw me, I removed a trinket from my pocket and planted a little bomb under the facet. It won't cause that big of an explosion but it's good enough for a distraction and it'll give me time.

I left the bathroom, went over to the bar keeping an eye out for persons who are leaving the bathroom. I held up my wristwatch seeing that the site was clear, pressed a button and... Boom.

The bathroom door flew off its hinges, the crowd erupting in screams and the security men ran from their posts to see what the commotion was about.

I walked through the crowd keeping a low profile, going towards the black door on the left side of the club marked 'AUTHORISED PERSONNEL ONLY' and slipped through it. I walked down the hall and found a set of stairs in front of me. I descended them, finding myself in a hall with doors on both sides. I tried one of the doors only to find it locked.

I shot the lock with my gun, opened the door to find a group of girls in lingerie, and scared out of their minds. I searched their faces but none of them was Shania.

"Have you seen a black woman with brown hair and green eyes?" I asked them, not wasting any time.

They didn't reply verbally. They simply shook their heads; they were too busy shaking like crazy from fear.

I ran from that room and tried a different door. Same response. I searched five rooms after that and got the same reply... I was on the sixth door now; I blew the lock off and entered. The room was empty except for the girl curled up in a corner beside a bed. She looked up and her hazel eyes filled with fear.

"Please, don't do it to me again please," she cried as she backed away from me.

She was a redhead and judging by the bruises on her body someone just had their way with her.

"I don't want to hurt you," I said as I walked closer to her. "I'm looking for someone. She's dark, with brown hair and emerald eyes. She was taken today. Do you know her?"

"I-Is her n-name Shania?" she asked and I nodded.

She frowned. "S-She was sold, this evening."

My heart stopped for a moment before I regained my calmness. They sold her...they sold my wife. Wait until I get my hands on them... I'll make them pay.

"Do you know who bought her?" This time she didn't reply. She just sat there staring behind me.

Instinctively, I turned around only to see a tall, thick, black-haired man holding a gun to my head.