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"He abducted a 19-year-old girl that was shot a week ago… he brought her to an abandoned motel and beat the shit out of her and tried to fuck her," I said in a slight tone of anger. Her eyes watered. She looked down and sniffled.
"Where is he now?" She said, staring at me. I sighed again, walked around my desk, and opened the bottom drawer. I grabbed Markus's cut, walked back to her, and handed it to her. She gasped and cried, running her fingers over his Road Captain patch. Everyone knows when I pass a cut to a family member or their old lady, it means they're gone. "Why? Why couldn't you just punish him?" She cried.
"You know I don't deal with that kind of shit, Destiny," I shot back, glaring at her.
"Bullshit! The fucking whore probably deserved it! You didn't have to fucking kill him over it! You just did it to get back at me for leaving you for him!" She shouted, throwing the cut at me.
"You knew he was my best friend, Destiny. How the fuck do you think I feel? Hm? I had to put a stop to his fucking bullshit. He was out of line four months ago anyway," I said, standing up. She rolled her eyes as tears streamed down her face.
"You just did it out of spite. That bitch was probably some little slut all the guys hooked up with. She'll get what's coming for her," she spat, standing up and about to walk out. I whipped around, grabbed her by the throat, and slammed her against the wall.
"Lay a hand on that girl, and I'll put a bullet in your head next. She's 19, Destiny. She's met none of us. You know The Ravens don't fucking roll that way," I said through gritted teeth. I let go of her and walked behind my desk. "Go to fucking work. We have two repos coming in at nine, and you better have the paperwork ready, or you're fucking done working here." She stared at me and nodded. She trudged out of my office. I sighed and looked at the cut on my desk. I ripped the patch off and threw it in my top drawer. This cut will go to a new prospect. I sat down, ran my hands through my hair, and stared at my desk. Then my desk phone rang, and I answered without looking.
"Issac Raven," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"I-Issac?" A quiet voice asked…
Chapter 7
Delilah
I woke up to a different view than my ordinary bedroom. I slowly sat up in a bit of pain and looked around. A note was on the nightstand.
I'm in the repo shop office if you wake up and I'm not here. Use the phone and dial 7 to call me there. If someone else answers, ask for me.
-Issac
The phone was on the nightstand, and I picked it up. I hesitated over the dial button. I finally hit it.
"Issac Raven," he answered in a tone. I couldn't speak for a second.
"I-Issac?" I asked, closing my eyes.
"Delilah? You're awake?" He asked.
"Uh yeah. What's going on?" I cried. I remembered bits and pieces of last night and cried harder.
"I'll be right there," he said and hung up. I set the phone down, put my face in my hands, and cried. What the fuck is happening to me? How did this even get this far? I was just a typical 19-year-old trying to get into college, and now this is happening.
I heard a knock on the door, and it opened slowly. Issac walked in with a slight smile on his face. I had tears streaming down my face. He sauntered to the end of the bed.
"Is it okay if I sit? He asked. I nodded my head. He took a seat at the end and turned to me. "First, I want to say I'm so sorry about how things started with us. You could say I have trust issues. Second, I should have never hurt you like that. Second, I'm so fucking sorry about what happened last night. That is NOT how we run things around here. I didn't send him after you, and I had no idea he was going to do that," he said, shaking his head in anger. I just sat there quietly until I dared to speak up. I didn't want to talk about anything. I cleared my throat.
"Where am I?" I asked, looking around slowly.
"You're in my room at my business," he answered.
"Business?" I said, confused.
"I own a repo garage," he smiled slightly. I nodded, looked down, and noticed I didn't have my regular clothes on. So I had on a t-shirt and boxers.
"Um, where are my clothes?" I asked hesitantly. He got up, walked out of the room, and returned a few minutes later. He had a couple of bags in his hands.
"We threw your clothes out last night. They were uh here," he said, handing me the bags. "I had my aunt pick you up some clothes. " I grabbed the bags and looked at a shirt. It was my exact size. How'd they know?
"How'd you know my size?" I asked.
"We looked at your clothes from last night. So, um, you can get dressed. In the bathroom, and I'll be outside the bedroom door, okay?" He said, walking over to the door. My anxiety spiked, and I didn't want to be left alone in a place I wasn't familiar with.
