Chapter 7: A mole

Marcus narrowed his eyes, a frown creasing his forehead. "It's strange that they knew we were on a mission. Do you think there could be a mole inside our clan?"

Vector furrowed his brow, considering this possibility. "It's a concerning thought. We've all been working together closely for a while now, and we haven't had any reason to suspect anyone of betrayal. But we can't rule out the possibility."

"Keep an eye open for any suspicious behavior among the team and the mobsters ," Marcus instructed. "We can't risk anyone tipping off the mole. We need to find out who it is and deal with them before they can do any more damage."

Vector nodded seriously, "Of course, Master. I'll keep a close eye on the team and report any suspicious activity to you immediately."

Marcus nodded, "Alright, Vector. That's all for now. I need to go to my mansion and handle some things there. Can you report back here first thing tomorrow morning to give me an update on the situation?"

"Yes, Master," Vector replied, understanding the importance of the mission. "I'll keep you updated on any new developments and make sure to be here first thing tomorrow morning."

With that, Marcus dismissed Vector, who left the Don's suite and returned to the team.

Vector gathered the team together in a quiet corner of the room, his face serious. "Alright, team. I've spoken with the Don and he's concerned about the attack on our way back. He thinks there might be a mole among us who leaked our plans to an outside group."

The team exchanged looks of surprise and confusion. "A mole?" Archer said, eyebrows raised. "But who would do that? We've been working together for months now."

"I know, it's hard to believe," Vector replied. "But it's a possibility we can't ignore. We all need to be extra vigilant from now on and keep an eye on each other for any signs of suspicious behavior."

"What do you think we should be watching for?" Sniper asked, leaning forward. "We all know each other pretty well at this point."

"Sudden changes in behavior, secret meetings or calls, unusual access to confidential information, unexpected or unexplained absences, and attempts to sow discord among the team" vector listed off.

The team nodded, taking in Vector's instructions seriously. They all knew the gravity of the situation they were in and the potential danger a mole could pose. They agreed to stay vigilant and report any suspicious activity they observed.

With that, they dispersed, each going to their own rooms to rest for the night and recover from the grueling journey.

** The don's mansion**

Alone in the playroom, Anna's heart hammered in her chest. The darkness was all-consuming, and she felt like she was being slowly smothered by it. She thought about what had happened to her father, and wondered if he had ever felt as helpless as she did now. She knew that there was no way out, no means of escape from her new master's control. But deep inside, she felt the embers of defiance still burning, even in the face of her seemingly inescapable fate.

As the hours ticked by, Anna's mind raced with thoughts of escape. She heard the muffled sounds of movement in the mansion, but no sign of him. She knew he was probably enjoying his dinner, unconcerned about her suffering. The darkness seemed to grow heavier, as if closing in on her little by little. She felt a sense of despair creeping in, as the realization that her freedom was lost to her sank in. But she knew she couldn't give up, not yet. She had to find a way to escape.

As the night wore on, it became increasingly clear that the door of the playroom was not going to open anytime soon. Anna felt a sense of despair wash over her, as the reality of her situation dawned on her. She knew that she was in for a long night, with no choice but to wait for him to come back.

As the first rays of sunlight began to filter into the playroom, Anna felt a moment of hope. Perhaps he would return with the first light, and she could plead with him for her freedom. But as the morning progressed, it became clearer and clearer that he had no intention of letting her go. She was trapped, a pawn in his twisted game of domination.

As the hours dragged on, Anna found herself growing increasingly desperate for some kind of human interaction. She didn't know that he was observing her through a video feed, watching her every move. As she grew more restless, he began to feel a perverse sense of satisfaction, knowing that she was completely at his mercy.

After hours of waiting, the sound of heavy footsteps broke the silence. Anna heard the keys jingle in the door, and then it swung open, revealing Marcus her master, standing in the doorway. He took in the sight of her, sitting against the wall, looking up at him with a mix of despair and defiance.

“Did you have a good night?” Marcus asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He walked over to her, towering over her like a dark shadow. “I hope you weren’t too uncomfortable.”

Anna remained silent, staring at him with a look of defiance in her eyes. Marcus let out a cold chuckle. "Oh, I see. You're not going to talk, are you? No matter. I'll break you soon enough." He walked over to the workbench and picked up a small whip.

He held the whip up to the light, examining its fine strands of leather. "This is a special whip, my dear Anna. Made of the finest leather, designed for maximum pain. And that's exactly what you'll experience if you resist." He took a step closer, his eyes boring into hers.