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presumes that I’m the Capo crimine . Sal has a reputation of ruling his sex and fight club with an iron fist; he’s ruthless. But we’ve never had any altercations with him. He seems mellow and at ease since we’re in his territory. “I’m actually looking for someone, hoping you could help me.”
    He signals to the chairs in front of his desk. “Sit.” 
    “No, thanks. I can keep it short. I’m looking for Camilla Guilermo.”
    “Why?”
    “She used to work for me and disappeared suddenly after we had some issues at my house,” I reveal the truth, partly.
    Fat Sal trades glances with his bodyguard. “The name does sound familiar.”
    He’s fishing to find out how much I’m willing to pay for the information. “Her classified records led me here. By the way, I can have every trace to your club removed by my hacker. He’s the best.”
    “Deal. Come, we go to the fight club.”
    That was unexpectedly easy. Adriano and I lock eyes briefly and follow Sal out and onto the elevator to head one level lower.
    When the elevator doors open, Sal’s lips spread into a proud grin. “This is my Batcave.”
    Applause and shouts from hundreds of people meet my ears in the underground arena. The place is maybe ten times the size of the sex club above but with similar rounded walls. The brightest part in the room is the caged podium in the center where the fight is going on.
    As Sal leads the way, people part. The smell of blood and sweat infuses the air. Three men dressed as gladiators are fighting with medieval equipment. Red covers the podium, and I’m stunned at the crazed excitement blazing in the crowd’s eyes. People are groping, kissing, cheering, and fucking like a bunch of lunatics.
    While I’ve heard rumors of captives in this club, it’s obvious from seeing multiple women strung up on the wall with tears streaming down their terrified faces that they’re not here of their own free will. The entire atmosphere is contradictory to the sophisticated club one floor up. I look over my shoulder to Adriano, who’s also taking everything in and quickly scoping the place out.
    A dark-haired man in a suit crosses our path, and I notice a silver cross pendant that glistens in the light hanging out of his pants pocket. Apart from Adriano and me, no one is dressed in a suit down here.
    Sal stops his movement and reads a text message before turning around and heading back to the elevator. “The guy we need to talk to is upstairs,” he explains when we step through the doors and ascend.
    What the fuck was that about? Showing off his depraved fight club?
    We dutifully follow him back to his office where another man is waiting in, yet again, a black suit.
    Sal introduces the other man. “Santino, DeMiliano and Montesi. Camilla Guilermo? Ring a bell?’
    Santino answers, “She used to work here.”
    Adriano’s annoyance is vibrating off of him, and I’m not sure if he can handle hearing that she’s part of the fight club.
    “She was one of our ladies.” Santino puts it nicely.
    Adriano speaks before I can. “Sex club or fight club?”
    “Fight club,” Santino replies.
    Adriano’s hand balls into a fist.
    We need to get out of here before Adriano loses it.
    “Sal, Santino, thanks for the information. I’ll take care of our end of the deal.” I look to Sal, and he dips his chin in farewell.
    The redhead is waiting outside the door and escorts us back up to retrieve our weapons. We hurry out of there and don’t speak until we slide into his car.
    Adriano braces his neck with one hand. “Fucking creepy place.”
    “Why the hell did he take us down there?” I’m still slightly nauseated by what we witnessed.
    “It’s weird that this place exists in the middle of the city.” He starts the car and waits for another vehicle to pass before driving down the street. “And Cam worked there? I can’t believe it. It makes me sick thinking about what they might’ve done to her. She’s so much more damaged than