Chapter 18
First priority accomplished
"he must truly love you, huh?" Sylvia said as she stared at the unconscious Jarvis, "The secret your hiding, if it is not safe, then I might have to take it from you."
Sylvia left the room and went to the backyard, cross checking if there was anything she had left out of the picture.
Time flew by, and the day was gone. The sun had been substituted by the resplendent moon and stars, Sylvia had continually checked the whole backyard about 3-4 times but ended up with no results.
Meanwhile, Yomi has been tasked with finding out more about the Lycon Gang and every other organization's that may likely show hostility towards Jarvis and his mother.
Though Yomi is undoubtedly the weakest member of Jarvis group, he excels at using electronics and devices, especially with the Internet. To say he is exceptionally talented can be even said to be an understatement of his abilities.
Marco re-enforced the bindings, trapping the three masked Lycon Gang members. "A place for torture and a few house helps to cater for the villas, I think I know where I can get them,"
"Vroom!!"
In the den of the night, Marco's G-Wagon lighted up the surroundings, its engine sound revved up as it sped off into the distance.
While speeding through the streets, Marco pulled out his phone and dialled a number. A voice came through the other end was that of a young girl seemingly in her teens.
"You have dialled Careworld affectionate service, please what can I do you?"
"Link me up with your manager. He will know me," Marco said in a deep voice, one of his arms holding his phone the other on the steering wheel.
"Okay, sir, please hold on."the girls voice faded, and in the next minute, a middle-aged man's voice sounded through Marco's mobile phone.
"Oh ho, if it isn't the United Kingdom's national treasure, what do I owe this honour," the man's voice was subtle but if listened to carefully, you would sense a tinge of displeasure.
Marco frowned. He could hear the displeasure in the man's voice. This would never happen if he was still a member of Moretti's Mafia group.
If not for Marco having a very deep background in the United Kingdom underground and political sector, he would've probably ignored Marco and ended the call downright.
"Mark cut the b*llsh*t, I know very well you can't wait for this call to end, so here's the deal: I want a confined room with some torture equipment."
"Oh, how much torture equipment am I looking at here? 10 or maybe 20."
"The more, the better," Marco knew that to extort information wouldn't be an easy task, but instead of hiring an expert, he preferred to play it safe by doing it himself.
"And also send some female house helps preferably virgins to my third villa, skilled ones with little or no background, around 17-20, and about 3 middle-aged women too,"
"The Middle-aged women should be skilled in taking care of a man and have some knowledge in the medicinal aspect."
"Hehe, I never knew you had a lustful side to you, Marco, hehe, so let's talk price. How much are we looking at here,"
"And I want this all done before day break tomorrow,"
"Name your price," Marco already knew this was coming, "A slave trader like him will never forget the price of his goods and will shoot up the price to a high level." Marco thought silently, as he's sour mood became worst.
"Oh, about 12.5 million euro will be good. This is a very considerate price, considering I still have to prepare a room for confinement and torture."
Marco's face turned darker as he heard the price. Mark quoted. He stayed silent and even halted his car in the middle of the road."
"Luckily, it was nighttime, and there were a lack of cars on the street.
"Okay, okay, 12 million, and the deed is done?" Mark quickly understood the silent treatment and quotes his price down a bit.
"10 million." Marco had no time to mince words with a slave profiteer. He resorted into bargaining,
"Marco consider me, 11.5 million?"
"10 million." The moment the price was cut down, Marco knew that he had won this Negotiation
"11 million?"
"10 million euro or the deal is off." Marco knew that a profiteer like Mark hardly gets business for slave trades afterall it was illegal.
"Mr. Marco, what about 10.5 million, and we call it a deal, please, this is the furtherest i can go"
"Then there's no deal," The phone stayed silent for about 5 seconds, and Marco merely smiled and said what broke the camel's back. "Goodnight,"
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, I agree, I agree, 10 million euro it is, please don't hang up, I'll send them first thing tomorrow, just send the payment to my account,"
Mark was sweating bullets in his office, and a trade like this was one he couldn't afford to lose, especially since his business is mostly slave trades,
customers are very rare. Talk less of someone like Marco, who wanted to buy so many. He was running out of funds recently, so for him, this deal was god sent.
"Nah, when I see them tomorrow, then I'll send the payment. If they're inferior, I won't be sending it, but I'll keep them anyway, so you better give me something good tomorrow."
Marco decisively cut the call. He did not need to wait for Mark's reply. Normally, he wouldn't even want to deal with Mark, but the current situation called for it."
Mark was the fastest person when it came to delivery of slave trades, and the current Marco was pressed for time. That was all.
If Mark refuses to send the female house help, then Marco will simply switch traders, afterall he knew quite a few slave traders.
He revved up his car further, the engine started and the once halted car shot forward.
"Vroom!"
The sound of the engine was like music to his ears, "first priority accomplished, unto the second." Marco said as he stepped on the gas pedal,
The car drifted then accelerated with breakneck speed, leaving tracks on the road