She was standing by the bus stop in the rain when I saw her. I keep an eye out for situations like this. I knew it wouldn't be long. Leon and his boys cruise the bus stations looking for desperate girls just like this one. She would be one of those sad stories; the Midwestern girl with stars in her eyes, knowing she was the most beautiful girl in the world and that Hollywood stardom was hers for the asking. Leon or one of his scouts would pick her up, take her to a party, blow her mind with drugs and fuck her until her will was broken. In two weeks she'd be turning tricks and in two years, her freshness would be gone and she'd be dead; inside if not physically. I know this from experience. That's what happened to my sister. It had taken me a couple of years to find out exactly what had happened and I was ready to take Leon down. My sister was in a grave with a Jane Doe marker over her and that was not going to be the end of the story.
I knew destroying Leon wouldn't bring her back and another scumbag would take his place, but it was going to give me great personal satisfaction. Ten minutes later I saw a car pull up and the door opened. It was Rico. He's one of Leon's talent scouts. They talked a while and the girl got in. I had locaters on all their cars and I pulled Rico's up on the screen. I followed, keeping my distance so he wouldn't spot me. These guys are pretty wary. He pulled up in front of a big house and I saw another of the gang come out and take her inside. Rico pulled forward and parked. He was talking on the phone when I got in the back seat. He felt the silencer against his head just below his ear and he froze.
"Hang up the phone," I told him.
He pushed the button and it went off. "Do you know who you're fucking with, man?" he started to bluster.
I pistol whipped him across the back of the head. His face smashed into the wheel and he cursed. I took his phone and broke it into pieces with the butt of the pistol. I took the battery out and pulled his head back by his hair. He was bleeding and his eyes were wild with fear.
"Open your mouth," I told him.
"What the fuck?" he said and I smashed his face back down on the wheel. I jerked him back up and snarled. "I said, open your fucking mouth."
He opened it and I jammed the battery inside.
"Now swallow it," I told him.
He seemed reluctant so I gave him a little love tap on the mouth with the butt of the pistol. Teeth broke and his mouth was a mess. His eyes rolled and he gagged as he tried to swallow it. It took him a while but he got it down.
"How many inside?' I asked him.
"Six," he mumbled through his ruined mouth. I smashed him in the back of the head with the pistol and left him there. I hit him hard and I don't believe he was ever going to think right again if he lived.
There was a wall around the back of the house and they seemed to rely on that for security. There wasn't a system in place and that was a mistake. I heard the sound of a motorcycle pull up in front. That would be Lela. There was a man lying by the pool and I shot him in the forehead. He flopped a couple of times and that was it. No one came to investigate and I opened the patio door. There were two more on the sofa. They were in the middle of snorting some coke and I took them both before they knew want was happening. I wasn't close enough to risk head shots so I double tapped them both center mass. I heard a spit and the sound of pistol cycling in the entry and Lela came in as an arm flopped limply into the doorway. She nodded at me and we went looking for the last two. Lela is my partner. I took her out of a place like this six years ago and she's been with me ever since. Not with me, as in lovers, but she's my soul mate in operations like this.
A door opened and Leon came out. He was zipping his fly and he stopped when he saw two masked and black dressed people with guns. I motioned to him and he walked over.
"Where's Chris?" I asked him in a low voice.
He jerked his head toward the room he had just come out of. "You know who I am?" he asked.
"Yes, you're someone that's about to die," Lela hissed.
"I got money and coke," he said. "Maybe we make a trade. I got a new bitch in there too. I give her to you. She a tight pussy. You take the money and the coke. Take the bitch and I forget this happened."
"Where's the money and the coke?" I asked.
He indicated a painting on the wall. Of course, the safe would be in a place no one would ever think to look; not. I nodded to Lela and she prodded him over to the safe. I left him to her tender mercies and went into the bedroom.
Chris was taking sloppy seconds on the girl. She was crying and there was that dead look in her eyes. She didn't react when she saw me and Chris was preoccupied. Quite a bit of blood spattered over her when his head exploded and I rolled him off. They hadn't bothered to undress her, just pulling her skirt up and ripping open her blouse. I pulled her up as I heard a spit and a scream from the living room. When I entered the room Leon was clutching himself and writhing on the floor. Lela had obviously shot him in the crotch. She was kneeling beside him and she made him a new asshole with her second bullet. He went quiet and she stood up.
"Gangland violence," she said. "It's getting out of hand. Where are the police when you need them?"
I laughed. "You do good work, lady. What are we going to do with her?" I indicated the girl.
"I've got two," she told me. "This one's yours."
We split the cash and the coke. There was two hundred thousand in cash and maybe half a pound of coke.
"I'll take the coke," she said. "I'll see what I can get for it. It should balance out."
I took the girl by the arm. She hadn't said a word. I put her in the van and Lela took off on her motorcycle. I got Chinese carryout on the way home and pulled into the garage. I got her out and took her inside. I put the bag on the table and took her to the bathroom. She cringed a little when I undressed her. She was bleeding a bit. Evidently she had been a virgin. I felt bad for her, but she made a lot of stupid decisions. Maybe she would learn or maybe she'd be crazy at what had been done to her. It was up to her. I washed away the blood with a warm cloth while the bath water was running. She just stood there with a dazed look on her face. I looked at her eyes and she was stoned out of her mind. There wasn't anything to do about that but wait so I put her in the tub.
She winced at the hot water but I forced her in. I have a huge tub and I pushed everything under but her face. The bubble bath smelled nice and I washed her completely. I went and got her a bottle of water and forced a morning after pill down her. I washed her hair and got her out. I dried her off and wrapped her in a towel. She was a beauty. Most of them are. They seem to think that somehow the ten thousand other beauties trying the same road aren't as gorgeous or talented as they are. It's a crap shoot and most of them miss.
I took her into the kitchen and forced her to eat. She chewed mechanically and after I ate I took her to bed. She hadn't said a word. When I took away her towel she began to shiver and I put her in. I stripped and climbed in with her. I knew from experience that when she came down it was going to get ugly. I wrapped my arms around her lush body and held her close. She stopped shivering and I drifted off. Sometime during the night I woke up and she was shuddering in my arms. I had left the night light on and I looked over at her. There were tears running down her cheeks. I pulled her face onto my chest and she began to sob. It was quiet at first but it quickly grew until she was crying hysterically. She began to panic and try to push me away. I just held her tightly and she wasn't strong enough to get away.
I cradled her head and talked quietly to her. "It's ok, honey. You're safe. Nothing else bad is going to happen to you. I've got you. I won't hurt you. I won't molest you. I'm just holding you here so I can talk to you. I promise I won't rape you. You're ok, now. You're safe with me. The men that hurt you are dead. You're safe. Just cry and let me hold you and everything will be ok."
She stopped struggling and great wracking sobs filled her little body as she clung to me. I petted her and kissed the top of her head. I kept talking to her for an hour, reassuring her that she was ok and that I was going to take care of her. She finally slept, an occasional sob shaking her in her sleep. I just held her and gradually I drifted off again.
When I woke up again I had the feeling that someone was watching me. She was still wrapped in my arms and her cheek was pillowed on my chest. One leg was across me and her messy hair was across my chest. I looked down and big blue eyes were watching me.
"You killed those men, didn't you?" she asked when she saw I was awake.
"Yes, honey, I did."
"There was a black girl with you," she said.
"Yes, her name is Lela. I took her out of a situation just like you were in," I told her. "She helps me rescue girls like you."
"God I wish you had gotten there half an hour earlier," she started to cry again.
"It's over now," I told her. "I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner but there were six of them. It took us too long."
"I'm so stupid," she wept. "God I hate myself. Thank you for taking me away from there. I don't know how I'm going to pay you back. Do you want to fuck me?"
"No, baby, I don't," I told her.
"You might as well," she said bitterly. "I've been raped. That's all I'm good for now."
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