The Velvet Veil—the most prestigious underground trafficking ring in the world. An empire built up entirely on the pain and suffering of young women—making them into perfect living dolls to sell to wealthy men. It was hard to become a part of their elite club—and hard to go to any of their events.

But Ghost was going to make sure he saved the women, even if he and his team died trying.

The leaders of the Velvet Veil needed to suffer for the pain they caused, and the 141 was going to make sure of that.

They spent months planning—locating, searching and it had all led up to this moment: a mission in particular that involved them going undercover and finally making their way into the most prestigious event there was: The Velvet Veil Auction.

It sounded simple, but nothing ever was. They had found a way inside, and they were ready to get these young women out safe and sound.

“Aye,” Soap mumbled beside him, his brow furrowed in frustration. “This place is fuckin’ huge. Loaded with security on ev’ry corner.”

“Just stay focused,” Price reminded them over the in ear comms.

Ghost adjusted the mask on the lower part of his face, letting out a gruff huff in response. Thankfully, most people in these events wore masks to hide their identity—and it worked in his favor. He had worn a half skull mask on the lower portion of his face; his dark brown eyes narrowed. His jaw clenched underneath the fabric as he looked down at his black suit. He was feeling angry and blood thirsty, but he knew he had to be smart.

A man dressed in all white in an extravagant mask walked up to the two, asked for the tickets, their ID’s—and told them to enjoy the women. A chill licked down Ghost’s spine as they passed the first part, and walked into the belly of the beast.

In order to beat them, they had to be them—and they had to play the game well to get what they wanted: justice.