Page 10 of Deuce

One officer motioned for the others to lower their guns. They didn’t ask questions, simply started ushering the kids out of the room. When I tried to leave with them, one off it held out his arm to stop me.

“You need to come down to the station,” he said.

“But I did t do anything! I was thrown in here against my will!”

“This is standard procedure, ma’am. You aren’t being arrested, you’re being detained and taken for questioning.”

He ushered me toward a waiting’s officer.

She cuffed my hands and led me out behind the children. As we made our way back up the hall, we passed a room with an open door. The bodies of many of the men from VIP were laid out on the floor covered in blood and bullet holes.

My feet felt like there were held to the ground by two cement blocks. I couldn’t move.

“I… I heard them… I heard them being executed. How am I supposed to get that sound out of my head?”

“How are those children ever going to be the same?” the officer asked me. “They were taken from their families and paid for by pedophiles. These were bad men. Whatever they got, they deserved it. You’ll be okay, but them? They will never be the same again.” He pushed me forward. “Let’s go.”

We finally approached the forbidden steel door and headed through. If only I’d listened. If only I’d gone to the bathroom and back to the VIP section, maybe I could have gotten out with the rest of the club goers. As we walked past Boss’s office, I saw that it was ransacked. Whoever was responsible was clearly looking for something.

Panic began to set in. What if they had my information? The masked man had seen my face. What if he knew where I lived and decided to shut me up for good? I began to cry as the officer led me outside. The place was swarming with police cars and ambulances. Crowds of spectators lined the street on both sides.

Jesus be a fence… things were about to blow up. I just knew my mother was watching from home, absolutely mortified.

“Watch your head,” the officer warned as I dropped my head to get in the back of the car.

As I settled into the back into the seat, I surveyed the scene. I spotted Sweets crying in the arms of a man. She offered me a sympathetic look. As I continued to look around, something caught me.

Something tall, dark, and handsome. My eyes widened at the realization. Maybe I didn’t know the voice, but I’d never forget those eyes.

“It’s him…” I whispered.

The officers kept talking amongst themselves.

“That’s him!” I said louder and pointing. “That’s the guy! Hello! Are you listening to me?”

I turned my head for a moment, and when I looked back, he was gone. Was I losing my mind? Was I hallucinating? Maybe I was tripping. After all, I didn’t see his face. He wouldn’t be sick enough to murder all those men, then come back to watch the aftermath… would he?

I heardthe shower door open, but I kept cleansing my body. This had been the longest fucking night. When Pops told me we were taking down a pedophile ring, I wasn’t expecting so many muthafuckas to be in on that shit. I counted fifteen bodies including the owner. According to the records Jaeda obtained by hacking his computer, there were at least fifty more people involved.

The crew and I didn’t get them all tonight, but we had names and addresses. Before it was all said and done, the rest of them would be joining their guilty counterparts. If there was one thing I couldn’t stand, it was a muthafucka that sought pleasure from fucking with kids. There were too many bitches out here giving pussy away to stoop to that level.

“You’re so tense…”

The sound of Santana’s voice broke my thoughts. Her soft hands trailed up my back to my shoulders.

“Long night?”

“Long as fuck.”

She circled around to stand in front of me. “What can I do to ease that tension for you, baby?”

“You know what you can do.”

I snapped my fingers, and she dropped to her knees. A smile spread across her face as she came eye level with my dick. I braced myself against the wall with one hand and fisted her now wet curls with the other.

“Open that pretty ass mouth,” I instructed.

Those plump lips parted, and she stuck out her tongue. With ease, I slid into the wetness of her mouth. She took me all the way down to the base of my dick with not a single gag in sight. That’s what I loved about Santana. I could fuck her throat and not have to worry about her begging me to stop or throwing up on my shit. She enjoyed sucking my dick just as much as I enjoyed having her suck it.

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