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She pauses and it’s like she’s reliving the incident. I want to reach out and hold her but I know I shouldn’t, from experience. Her body contorts and she twitches as if recalling the pain. I seethe with anger for her and tears come to my own eyes as I clench my fist wishing I could hurt the bastards who hurt her.
“That man became my trafficker. He kept me in his house as his prisoner and would pass me around to his friends who would stop by without notice and abuse me as often as they wished, whenever they wanted. I tried to leave several times but if I wasn’t raped as punishment, I was beaten until I was nearly dead. Eventually, I stopped trying to leave.
One day his house got flooded by a gang who murdered him and took me. They started to traffic me too. They trafficked me up until the day you rescued me. The day on that train was when they sold me to another trafficker outside of my state. I didn’t know where I was going but I knew it was going to be hell again. I never dreamed of an escape. You can’t understand the overwhelming relief I had when I saw you, when we were set free. I thought I was dreaming or I had died and was in some version of heaven. I didn’t imagine that the waitress at a fucking diner who offered me some money would be my fucking hero but you were. I can’t put into words that moment of feeling that some money and some food was the best it was going to get, not expecting anything more from the woman who would later save my life. It was surreal and it was like the universe was sending me a message.
I’d always seen myself as weak. I was made to feel that I wasn’t valuable or useful for anything else but sex. I began to believe I deserved to be discarded. Seeing a woman take down the waste baskets who made me believe that women were only good for one thing birthed hope inside me again because I had none, they had killed it. It was like a flower of hope sprung inside of my chest and I knew that the feeling that I had, I wanted to give it to someone else. I wanted to do what you did. I wanted to be like you. I looked up to you and I surrendered to your training so that one day I could save others the way you saved us.”
Now I can see her face and her eyes are red as tears pool down her cheeks. Her shoulders shake and she sniffles back the tears leaving even her nose. “To have you flake on us now and do nothing about the recruits allowing trafficking to happen to other victims is so hurtful. It’s like you’ve shattered the one thing that’s kept me going, stampeding on that flower of hope again. Because it didn’t stop with us or the others that we’ve freed, we have to continue fighting and if we stop, then what happens to them?” she asks.
I didn’t realize how eloquent she was before so I know this came from her heart. She stops speaking and sits down on the sofa as if her own weight just became too much for her to hold. When I move to speak, my voice is hoarse with emotion and the words come out as a throat whisper. “Okay,” I say.
“Okay?” she asks.
I nod. “You have my permission.”
Chapter 20
Evelina
I’ve been waiting for what feels like decades to hear back from John, even though it’s four in the morning, a few hours since I last spoke to him, letting him know that I needed an answer by the end of his date with Selena. I wonder what’s taking the fucker so long. I told him I needed it by the end of the night. It’s still dark out so maybe his puny brain thinks this still counts. I’ve been calling him since the clock struck midnight and he’s been ignoring my calls.
By now, I’ve drunk four glasses of whiskey on an empty stomach since I’m unable to do anything else but sit in my office and wait, while numbing the anxiety with alcohol. I’m on my fifth drink when I pick up the picture frame of my family again, a group of handsome men in suits, my father and brothers smiling, proud of everything they’ve built and all the respect they’ve garnered. They’re probably turning in their graves right now knowing that the little slime whore is still running loose. It makes me feel like a failure, inefficient and I can feel their judgment as I look at their eyes looking back at me.
I down the whiskey, promising them that I won’t fail them, I’ll prove to them that their empire isn’t left to someone incapable. I’d learned the business though I was never expected to be the heir. It was a man’s world, they said, and I had a few brothers that it would be passed down to eventually. Although, I wanted to be involved as much as I could, even if I was expected to keep my mother’s company back in Russia, “staying safe”. My father succumbed to my persistence though and as soon as I reached eighteen, I started to travel back and forth with him, promising I wouldn’t get my hands dirty, I just wanted to watch and learn. And I did. I learned a lot. I also trained a lot.
I’m just as ruthless, if not more and they will watch me from the grave as I make them proud. My heart’s overwhelmed as my office line starts to ring. Everything goes still except for the sound of blood rushing through my veins. I leap for the phone.
“Hello?” I say in a rush.
“The little bird sang.” It’s John’s voice.
“It’s about fucking time! Where the hell were you?!” I’m about to combust as I yell. I’m fucking pissed off at him ignoring my earlier calls; he would’ve never tried that shit with my brothers. I’ll have to deal with him later but right now there are more pressing matters.
“I’m sorry, it just took longer than I thought to convince her,” he whispers as he gives me Julissa’s location. “It’s her home address,” he says.
I waste no time, why would I? This is the moment I’ve been waiting for forever, it seems. I slam the phone down in a rush and stab the numbers of my capo in to arrange his soldiers.
“We’ve got a possible location for Julissa Burns,” I tell him. “I want you to verify the address and if she’s there, don’t fucking hesitate. Kill the bitch.”
Chapter 21
Julissa
I’m exhausted and I’m late for work, yet again. I’m too tired to stand under the shower so I’ve run myself a bath as I remove the hardware from around my waist and I already feel naked before stripping down. Lighting aromatic candles is probably not the best idea since it’ll only relax me more but I feel I need them. My nervous system is fucking spazzing out. My insides feel like I’ve been lit on fire. I’m overcome with the need to run out the door coupled with the need to sleep for days.
I lower myself in the warm soapy water and my heavy eyelids need some encouragement to become open again. I need the warmth and the candles to chill me out but I need the fucking meth I’ve placed next to me to wake me the fuck up. I lie back in the tub and with shaking tired hands, I pick up my pipe, bringing it to my trembling lips and pulling on it like my life depends on it. I sigh as it runs through my body, needing the rush to be a lot stronger than it is at the moment.
I’m desperate as I cling to the lowered effect it has, giving me just enough energy to wake me up but not enough to make me feel like I want to leave this tub anytime soon. I pour some crystals out, cursing under my breath, needing the rush to be like it once was, kicking me into high gear, giving me that hug and a slap on the back, cheering me on to keep going. I take another draw from the pipe, choking from the smoke. Okay, that’s a lot better. It’s a lot more than I’m accustomed to using but shit, it fucking gets the job done and I’ve got a lot of shit to do. Ah, but I’ll stay in the bath for another ten minutes or so, enjoy myself a bit.
It’s been a while since I’ve touched myself. I haven’t needed to since I began to fuck Snow. But fucking Snow doesn’t get my sensual needs met. He helps me get my rocks off, that’s about it but there’s nothing gentle or reassuring about it. As the meth hugs me as I need it to, I pinch my nipples floating on top of my bath water, a scattering of suds around it. I smile as the sensitivity is through the roof. “Mm.” I sigh as I begin to massage my breasts, made softer and smoother by the soapiness. I run my wet hands up my neck, rubbing the back of it before moving slowly to roam my hands down my stomach.
I bite my lip in anticipation the closer I get to the top of my fleshy pussy. I gasp and the sound is high pitched as just the motion of rubbing my hand over my skin makes it impossible to think with the heightened responses of my body. I’ve been transported to another planet, another world, I could die from the excitement tingling through my fingertips. I run my hands all the way down to my legs, massaging my toes before becoming so aroused, I’m unable to contain myself. I prop my legs on either side of the tub, spreading me wide because I want to be able to go deep into myself. My mouth is open and my tongue is out as my breath increases. Right as I’m about to stroke my hole, the blaring sound of my alarm has me clutching the sides of the tub in shock and jumping out of the bath to grab my karambit and the remote to my monitors.
Dripping with water, I turn my security cameras on in a rush to see who the fuck set my alarms off. There’s a fucking man dressed in a black suit. Like, is he lost? Who the fuck is that? The hairs on my neck manage to stand up even with the water weighing down on them as I notice his stance is military-like. My heartbeat starts to pick up in alertness as I watch to see what he does next and what he wants. He rings the doorbell, bringing his empty hands back to his side, standing there with no expression on his face. He isn’t there to drop something off, he’s got no package next to him, he’s holding nothing. Something tells me to prepare myself but I hope he just has the wrong house.
Still holding the karambit, I wrap myself into a towel and head into my bedroom where there’s also a security camera. I have them all over the house and once I turn on one of them, they all turn on. I watch him as I put my panties on. He rings the doorbell again. I wait. I won’t go to the door. I want him to show me what he wants.
When there’s no answer, he starts to walk around the house, looking through my windows downstairs. After rounding the entire outside downstairs area and of course not seeing me, I wait to see if he’ll leave. He doesn’t. He waves to someone behind him and in a second, my yard is flooded with men dressed for combat. It’s bright out but that means nothing. No one will call the cops because everyone knows the mafia when they see it and the neighbors don’t want to get involved with that. They’ll call the police and the police will take their information which they’ll give back to the mafia. By the end of the night the person who made the call would be dead. Plus, I don’t want the cops showing up at my place anyway.
