All of the girls were escorted to a room where they could sleep. There were a few beds, but most of the floor was covered by sleeping bags. There was a total of eleven women that got huddled inside, including Beadie. The others got taken somewhere else, but they had no idea where.

Just as they started settling down, a few of the women broke down crying on their beds. A curvy black woman sobbed softly in the corner, with her back to the wall and her knees pulled to her chest. Another girl, who must be in her early twenties could barely control her shaking body as she wept, two other women coming to try and comfort her. Some others only stared ahead numbly.

Beadie felt tears sting her eyes as she watched them, her heart breaking at the sight.

The blonde sort of just stood there, not really sure what she should do now. She was supposed to get in touch with her team and sneak to the point they agreed on, which would be an easy enough task if she were a waiter. Like their original plan was. And their intel here said he could get her inside.

But either the intel misunderstood something or purposefully sent her to be an escort girl here.

Everything finally settled in and a tear slipped from her eye. Beadie didn't want to give her body to random men, especially to ones who were criminals and evil men.

"Hey."

Beadie turned towards the voice, only to meet with the most beautiful hazel eyes. The green in them was brought out by her emerald green dress. She recognized her from the line.

The woman in the emerald green dress sent her a warm smile and rubbed her back in a comforting motion, the sadness in her eyes mirroring hers. But still, she managed to put a smile on her face.

"Everything's going to be alright," she said to Beadie, her voice husky and just as beautiful as she was. Her smile radiated the warmth she was missing just as she stepped inside this building. "I'm Isabel. We could be friends."

Don't trust anyone, they are not your friends.

Beadie frowned as Ghost's words came to her mind, silently wishing things were different. Isabel seemed like such a sweet girl, she really wanted to be friends. And she could use an ally, especially one that was now her new roommate.

But something inside her told her to stick to her role.

"I don't speak Spanish," Beadie replied in English, shaking her head. It took a moment for Isabel to understand her, sadness deepening the brown in her eyes. "But I'm Beadie."

Isabel sent her another smile before she stepped away, heading towards the woman who cried in the corner to comfort her. Beadie watched as Isabel crouched down, balancing perfectly on her 5-inch heels, the same friendly smile turning her pump lips upwards as she comforted the woman in front of her. Beadie admired the way she was able to put a smile on her face and just go around to comfort others.

That was the moment Beadie made it her personal mission to get each and every one of these women out of here safely.

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They had a small briefing of when they would be needed around the mansion. The man holding the briefing talked about the rules in more detail, like they were not allowed to mingle with the guests or the guards during the day and they couldn't talk to anyone besides Diego and each other.

The blonde kept her distance from the others, feeling perfectly outcast because of her role as the dumb, naive American girl who unfortunately ended up being here. Other than Isabel, there was only one woman who tried to talk to her. Her name was Dolores and her most unique trait was her wild curls that bounced with her every move. But because Beadie couldn't let them know she knew Spanish, and Dolores didn't know English, their interaction was fairly short.

Beadie sit the launch out in hopes that she would have time to contact her team. But the guards were watching her every move and their room was locked when she tried to get back inside.

"Fuck..." Beadie cursed under her breath and tried to turn the handle one more time, just to be sure. Yeah, it was locked. Just fucking great.

"Hey."

Beadie whirled around, her eyes wide as she stared at the person who just happened to stumble upon her cursing fit. Her clear blue eyes met hazel ones, belonging to one of the people she hoped to avoid for a while.

"You missed launch," Isabel's eyebrows furrowed as she stepped closer, her heels clicking elegantly against the marble floors. Today she wore a burnt orange dress, vibrant enough to compliment her skin tone. Beadie was wearing a similar dress but in light blue.

She knew about the don't talk to anyone rule, but she was so relieved when she found out Izabel knew English. Her English wasn't the best and a little broken, but it worked perfectly for Beadie. She didn't think she could go another day without speaking to anybody, she already felt herself going crazy.

"I wasn't hungry." Beadie shrugged her shoulder, hiding the little radio device behind her back swiftly. Her palms started sweating as she tightened her grip around the small device, hoping that she didn't notice.

Isabel's lips turned downwards, pouting at her reply.

"Here. Take this," she stepped forward, reaching a hand out towards Beadie. Her light eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at her hand, sizing the small cookie in her hand before she looked back at Isabel. "You need the energy for tonight."

"What do you mean?" Beadie's voice dropped, searching the hazel eyes for answers.

Before she could answer, footsteps echoed down the hall towards them. Both of the girls looked in the direction, a panicked look in their eyes. The steps were too heavy to belong to one of them, which only meant that it was one of the guards approaching. Which wasn't good, because neither of them was supposed to be here.

Without another word, Isabel took Beadie's hand in hers and yanked her to the left, darting towards a narrow, dark door. She opened it fluidly and went in first, her head snapping to the side as she looked around. Once the air looked clear, she gestured for the blonde to follow her.

Beadie didn't question her weird behavior as Isabel shut the door behind her, making sure it was quiet. Isabel put a finger up to her lips, signaling her to be quiet as she leaned against the wall, listening for the guard.

Her pulse drummed in her ears so loudly she could barely hear anything else besides it and her breathing. Her clammy fingers twitched around the small radio, the urge to signal for them to come inside growing with each dragging second. Maybe she could send a message with Morse code.

But she just couldn't do it.

It would be so embarrassing to call for help on her official first day here. She was granted some trust with this mission and she didn't want to let down her team by chickening out. No, she will not do that. She had to gather herself and face the situation like the bad bitch she pretended to be most of the time.

So, Beadie relaxed her fingers one by one and took a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds. She let her mind calm down a little as she repeated silently, everything is alright. She will do this and nothing bad will happen.

And nothing did, really. After a few antagonizing minutes, the guards walked back down where he came from, giving the two women the perfect chance to escape their little hide-out. Beadie watched with furrowed eyebrows as Isabel started to unstrap her heels.

"Heels off," the woman waved her hand around in the air, fear and impatience making her accent pop more through her English words. "Too much noise."

"Right," Beadie exhaled and started taking off her heels, too. She felt stupid for not even thinking about this, but she made sure to take a mental note for future reference.

The two of them made their way down the hall silently, Isabel's tense shoulders pulled back as she gracefully but quickly led the way. Beadie was now holding not only the radio device but the cookie she brought to her, too, as something just kept bugging her.

"Isabel?"

"Hm?"

"How do you know your way around here so good?" Beadie couldn't help but ask, failing to notice the way a muscle tensed in Isabel's jaw.

Because there was no way anyone could memorize the outline of the mansion in just under a day. And Isabel was sticking with the group most of the time, there was not enough time for her to just go exploring and remember every door, hallway, and hiding spot.

"Have you been here before?"

The silence was more than enough of an answer to her question.

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Later that night Beadie learned why she would need the energy. And that cookie gave her none.

The girls were given identical royal blue dresses, which looked more like just a piece of random fabric than anything. As Beadie put it on, she frowned at her own reflection, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

The dark blue fabric wrapped around her body elegantly, enhancing every curve and crevice. The V-neckline was deep, displaying her breasts in a way she would never present them, but secretly she liked it a little. The dress was short, barely covering her ass and if she would bend down, she had to watch out not to flash anyone. Only if it wasn't for her surroundings, she would actually feel sexy.

One of the girls she didn't catch the name of went around and did the make-up for them. She had put some blue eyeshadow on her eyes that made her eyes pop more with some lip gloss on her lips. Despite looking ready for a fancy club, Beadie couldn't shake off the dreading feeling that weighed down her shoulders.

"I hate this," the girl next to her growled. Her name was Athena, Beadie heard one of the other girls call out to her before. And Athena made sure everybody knew how much she didn't want to be here.

"We all do," the makeup-girl frowned as she put some more bronzer on her. "But this has to be done. I can't let my family starve, and neither can you. Think about your brother, Athena. Their life depends on us."

Athena snorted.

"Sure. Dolores wouldn't stop crying the whole day, I'm sure she would feel better if she would just think about her family. Face the reality, Carmen. We're not getting out of here, even if we kiss the feet of El Sin Nombre."

Beadie's heart sank to her stomach. She didn't want to accept the fact that all these women should sell their lives to the cartel just so their families would survive. It broke her heart to know how many of them could've said goodbyes to their loved ones, not knowing if they would see them again.

The weight of the whole mission got heavier by the faith of the women around her. It was hard to swallow as she looked down at her hands, mindlessly fidgeting with the little bracelet on her wrist. It was a small gold chain that hung slightly loosely around her wrist. It was a gift from her father to her 18th birthday and she hasn't taken it off since.

"No jewelry."

Her blue eyes jumped to the mirror in front of her, looking back at Isabel who was standing behind her, one hand holding the back of her chair.

"I'm not taking it off," Beadie shook her head, her tone solid as she looked her straight in the eyes. She already took so many things by now, always just adjusting to things but she wasn't going to let them take this away from her, too.

"It's the rule," Isabel sent her an apologetic look and gave a pointed look at the gold chain.

Beadie opened her mouth to argue and stand her ground, breaking character for once when a loud knock shook the air around them. All of the girls looked at the wooden door that got shoved open without hesitation, a guard looking back at them. His face was hidden by a grey balaclava, a gun hanging from his shoulder as he looked over them with cold eyes. He looked just like any other guard around here, except he had a tattoo on the back of his hand. That was the only thing that made him stand out.

"Come on."

The girls scattered from their seats and hurried out the door, the grumpy-looking guard still standing at the door, making sure everybody went out. Beadie didn't hurry like the others, the unsettling feeling in her gut holding her back. She didn't even try to figure out the reason for that because the whole mission was dodgy from the start. Even the building was enough to make her feel uneasy.

"Hurry up!"

She pushed her chair backward as she stood up, keeping her eyes on the floor, just like Isabel told her to do.

"It's safest if you avoid eye contact," she said to her one time they passed a few guards. "They barely acknowledge you that way."

Beadie brushed past the guard standing in the doorway, her naked feet touching the cold marble sending shivers all over her body. She didn't understand why they couldn't wear shoes for tonight, but Diego, the man who seemed to direct everything here made it clear that they couldn't wear anything else besides what was waiting for them in the changing room.

And all that was waiting for them were the materials that could barely be considered as dresses and make-up. Not even a bra. This just angered Beadie even more, but she decided to place a facade over her features; the one she saw on so many women in here: complete blankness. She was pretty good at hiding her true feelings and masking them with whatever other people wanted to see.

Beadie followed the others down the narrow stairway that led downstairs. The silence between them was softened by the music that crept up from the first floor. With every step, she felt her heart beat more loudly, even her feet slipped once. Her hand barely caught onto the railing beside her, earning a disapproving grunt from the guard behind her. The urge to just throw him over the railing was hard to resist.

As the women arrived downstairs, the loud music mixed with the many voices of various men who chatted there. It was the room they arrived last night, but it had a different vibe now. The place was only lighted up by the few lamps on the walls, the darkness of the walls and furniture swallowing the shy lightning, the dim lighting giving the room an eerie feeling.

The scent of jasmine and roses mixed in the air with alcohol, the mixture clouding Beadie's mind in a matter of minutes. The humid air was heavy, pressing down on her chest as a bead of sweat rolled down between her breasts. Her blonde waves cascaded down her back, only heating her more. She would kill for a hair tie.

The girls were directed to different points of the room. Some of them got to sit beside the ment hat drank and smoked and laughed, having the time of their lives while all the women around them had the same dead look in their eyes.

Two of the girls were taken to the room that was hidden by the deep maroon curtains on the left. As the curtains lifted for a second, Beadie could see the dark purple lighting inside and a cushioned couch, but before she could take a better look it closed.

The rest of them had to sit on the ground, only cushioned by some mattress and a few pillows thrown in the corner. Beadie twisted her legs under herself, trying to take up less space so the other girls could have more comfort. Also, this was she could sit a little closer to the men who sat around a table, a beautiful girl dancing in front of them.

As she watched them, she felt her blood boil. She was angry at them, at the whole place, at her team, and mostly at herself for getting into this. She watched as Isabel was invited over by one of the older men who sat around the table. He pulled her into his lap and placed a hand on her thigh, keeping her in place. Beadie didn't fail to notice the way all light left her eyes.

All she had right now was time. So Beadie started forming a plan in her head, the Latin music and aroma-filled air making her thoughts darker by the minute. She only had a week more in here, so she had to act quickly.

The most important was to gather intel. Without good intel, all of this was for nothing.

Then, she had to find a way to save all these girls. Get them out in safety. Even if that meant she would get into trouble.

And she had to find a way to make all the men pay for everything. From the way they were touching them to the disgusting looks they gave them, Beadie was going to make them pay.

Through the night, she had time to watch their routines and behavior. She watched as they picked the identical girls, usually sticking with the thinner ones with long, dark hair. Nobody even batted an eye at her, probably because she stuck out like a sore thumb. But she wanted to make that her advantage.

Since nobody paid attention to her, she could have a minute to sneak out and return before anybody noticed.

Then, she watched as they absentmindedly drank the alcohol that was poured into their cups by one of the girls. The man only slapped a hand on her ass as she passed, not even looking at her as they continued to talk. They talked about business and how they wanted to import drugs to Las Almas. Beadie tried to remember every wrinkle on their ugly faces so she could tell about them to Alejandro. He would know what to do about them.

Beadie watched the way the men drank the expensive alcohol, anger burning her fingertips, aching to do something. Then an idea came to her mind, the perfect plan already forming in her head. Once she thought about everything and how she should do it, she sat back on the mattress, her shoulders now a little more relaxed since she had a plan.

Because she didn't earn the name Poison Ivy by chance.

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beadie is entering her villain era and im here for it