Page 25 of Lost in Her
Chapter Eight
Ethan
Oliver is sitting in the back of the car as I lean back in my seat watching the studio door.Shawn hasn’t said much since we left the center.Emory made it clear that Shawn was coming with me if I wanted him to or not.I was honestly planning on coming on my own.But I have learned not to fight with Emory on anything because once her mind is made up everyone else will lose the battle with her.
And I knew if I tried to fight with her on this, I would be hurting later.Emory has become a very strong woman and no one fucks with her.Not even me.She keeps Shawn in line too.At first it made me laugh, but now I can see that Jenn will probably keep me in line as well.
Men like us need strong women who are not afraid to fight back against us.Who call us out on our bullshit and will never leave our side and I think I have finally found a woman who can handle me.All of me, not just pieces that they choose to see.Jenn has already seen more of me than any other woman has.And for me, that is going pretty far—letting her in.But then again, I didn’t let her in—she fucking crashed through me, and I am still trying to catch my breath.
I know Emory cares about me and that’s why she wanted Shawn to come with me.I do feel better having him with me, but at the same time, he has a wife and kids to think about and if anything ever happened to him because of me, I would never fucking forgive myself.
“What now?”Oliver asks in a concerned voice.
“We go in,” Shawn states through gritted teeth.He and I use to go out all the time to make a statement to those abusing others.But since he’s gotten married and has his children, he’s been stepping back from that part and I’ve taken the lead because I had nothing to fucking lose.
But this time is different.this time I do have something to lose, and I am terrified.Doing this can either help us or hurt us and right now I don’t know which direction it is going to go.
We all knew about the studio behind our nightclub.But we left them be because we had no proof of what they were doing.Now we have all the proof we need to make a statement and let them know that we are not fucking around.
I know that Jenn’s father is in there.He walked in about two hours ago with Tristan, and since then they haven’t come out.I can only imagine what they are doing and what they are talking about.He sold his own fucking daughter to a dangerous prick for money and power.That is all Jenn’s father cares about.He wanted to keep her.But now that she has escaped, he’s lost control of her so he did the only thing he could to try and gain the power and control back.He fucking sold her.
I take a deep breath and all three of us open our doors and quickly step out of the car.I reach behind me and grab the gun in the back of my pants.I look over at Shawn and Oliver as they do the same.We have come prepared.
Shawn knows what I have planned.The biggest statement you can make is killing someone.I plan on making a statement all right.I plan on leaving fucking bodies when we leave.Tristan will know exactly who the fuck he is dealing with once I am done with him.He will remember all the rumors and will know that they’re true.That I am the monster people say I am.
I quickly walk around the front of the car and make my way to the back door of the studio, the same back door Shawn informed me Jenn escaped from and that they don’t lock it.It’s how their clients go in and see the women.And why the fuck would they lock it?No one is stupid enough to go in and start trouble ...or I mean no onewasstupid enough.
I grab onto the doorknob and turn it slowly pushing the door open.I can feel Shawn is right on my heels and Oliver is right behind him as I walk into the building.The hallway is dark, only the lights above the doors making any kind of light.I hold tightly onto my gun as I make my way down the hallway to look at each door.On the outside they look like normal doors with a different girl’s name on each one.And the light above the doors saying ‘busy’ or not.
It makes my stomach turn because I know what it means if the light is lit with busy.So far there are only a few lights lit at the top of certain doors.Jenn’s father has many other girls to pleasure the sick fucks that come to him to get off.
People will do anything for money and will do anything to get off.It makes me sick to know we can’t save all these girls, at least not right now.I came here to make a statement about Jenn and right now that needs to be my main focus, but I know as soon as Shawn tells Emory what is happening inside this building, we will be coming back here to get all the girls and give them a way out of this life.
I stop when I see a familiar name, a name that makes my heart fucking stop.“Remember why we’re here,” Shawn says from behind me but I have to...I have to fucking see.
I quickly push open the door and investigate the room that has Jenn’s name at the top of it.I see the chains connected to the floor.The bed in the room that is neatly put together.I see a dresser in the corner with lube and other things sitting on top in a neat little fucking row.
I feel my heart shatter and my blood start to boil as I turn and start making my way down the rest of the hallway.
At the end of the hall there is a room.The door is cracked open so I can hear voices talking and laughing.And screams in the background.
I lift up my gun as I stop at the door and look through the crack.Tristan is sitting next to a man looking at a video.The screams, the crying...I know who they are watching.Jenn.They are watching one of the takes.The man sitting next to Tristan has to be Jenn’s father.I can hear about five other voices coming from the room.But they are on the other side of the room out of view.
“Ready,” Shawn whispers behind me.I lift my hand and tighten my grip on my gun as I push open the door and walk inside.Shawn and Oliver both come to my sides as we stop a few feet away from Tristan and the other man.I look over to the other side of the room and see the men standing still looking at Shawn, his gun pointed right at their faces.His breathing is steady and even as he keeps his eyes dead locked on them.
I turn and look at Oliver whose gun is pointed at the back of Tristan’s head.
I turn back and look at Tristan and the man.They both take a deep breath and slowly stand up, turn around, and lift their hands.Tristan’s eyes are locked onto me.His breathing is as steady and even as Shawn’s.Well, that won’t last forever, believe that shit.
