Page 5 of Protecting His Woman
On his last check, her mother, Annette, was being passed around the Thames’s, on the edge of town.They were feeding her drugs as payment.He had contacted the leader, who told him that Annette had wandered into their territory and said they could all do anything to her for a price.That price had been as much heroin and cocaine as they would give her.There was not a single mention of her family.Nothing for her kids—no food, no money, nothing.
He knew Annette.Hadn’t liked her from the moment he laid eyes on her.He’d been living in Old County all his life, and Annette had been turning tricks for just as long.She started in high school, from what he remembered.She began with teachers, trying to improve her grades.She didn’t believe in hard work, but instead in sucking her way to success.
At first, it was an advantage, working her way through the faculty, and they were more than happy to use her.The only problem was, by the time she finished, men had gotten bored with her.She was easy.Also, she was known for causing scenes.
He did believe that was how Vicki was born, and that she was in fact one of the teacher’s daughters, but there had never been a paternity test done.No one really knew who any of the kids’ fathers were.At last count, there were six kids total, including Vicki.
It fucking shocked him how many kids Annette had been able to have.She wasn’t as pretty as she was back then.Life hadn’t been kind to Annette, and her drug addiction had also started to play a factor.
He pushed all of that out of his mind, as he spotted Vicki arriving.Hanson, one of his men, drove her to him.
Some people assumed Vicki was going to be exactly like her mom.However, he also knew this young woman had been taking care of her family for as long as she was able, he believed since she was seven years old.By that time, Vicki already had two siblings to take care of and a mother who was rarely present.Vicki had to raise herself, as well as her siblings.
At least Frank, the oldest of the boys, tried his best to help.The only problem with Frank right now—he was heading straight to one of the families.On his last observation, The Lords, which wasn’t good.The Lords always demanded a high price for initiation, which made it dangerous.Usually, killing a civilian, which Damion didn’t accept.
Anyone who joined The Lords had to look for their victim outside of Old County.If they killed anyone within Old County for an initiation, they had to deal with Damion.There were rare times that deals could be made and some circumstances overlooked.As an example, nine years ago, another punk-ass teenager decided to take out a sixty-year-old grumpy asshole.It turned out said grumpy asshole was a child molester, only he’d scared his victims into silence.The kid who killed him had been one of those victims.
Damion decided to put a financial penalty on that crime, and cleaned and disposed of the body.At the same time, he did some digging, discovered the victims, and that money went to them.
This was how he dealt with shit in Old County.He was willing to compromise.His top priority was keeping the peace and taking care of the civilian population.
He would have to keep an eye on Frank and The Lords’ situation.If needed, he would intervene.
Vicki stepped into the restaurant and her eyes went wide when she realized no one was around.He had paid to have the restaurant completely to himself, and seeing as he was Damion Archer, no one argued with him.Even if people had been waiting months for reservations.It was simple, everything would get moved up.
“Hey,” Vicki said, coming into the room.
“You look beautiful,” he said, getting to his feet and rounding the table to pull out her chair.
He saw her cheeks flare a beautiful shade of red.She wore minimal makeup, and he had a feeling Betsy had also done her hair again.For a five-year-old kid, she had done a pretty good job.There were a few curls that fell around her face.Her hair looked silky soft too.
“Thank you.You look very handsome as well.”
He chuckled.“Don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting compliments.”
She offered him a smile.“Thank you for sending Delphine.Betsy knew her from school, and they said they got on just great.”
“You had trouble with Betsy staying in school.Delphine’s job is to make sure she stays in school.”
Her mouth dropped open.“You do that?”
“I do many things.”
“Wow, I had no idea.Do I owe you something?”
“No money necessary.Betsy wants to become a hairdresser, she needs to learn to stay in school to do it.”He took his seat across the table.
“I had heard this was a good restaurant,” Vicki said.“But there is no one here.”
Damion chuckled.“I paid to have the place to ourselves all night.I didn’t think you would be comfortable with everyone looking at you, gawking.This way, you and I can enjoy our meal without becoming the night gossip.”
“Oh, thank you,” Vicki said.“That is really sweet of you.”
“I am not sweet,” Damion said.“I’m not a good man, Vicki.Don’t make that kind of mistake.”
She tucked some of her hair behind her ear, and then placed both of her hands on the table.“Damion, I am not under any illusion about you.I know who you are.Everyone in town does.”
“Is that why you agreed to go on this date?”Damion asked.
