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They grabbed my arms, keeping me still. “Please let me go! Please!”
“Do it now, Doc!”
As the doctor kneeled beside me, his face filled with pity. He looked to be in his late forties. A dense tangle of dark curls adorned his head, while dark circles accentuated his deep brown eyes.
“Please,” I begged him. “Don’t do this.”
But he placed the needle against my arm regardless of my pleas and pierced my skin.
As soon as it happened, my body felt so heavy, and the world around me blurred into a hazy mess. The men released my arms, and my body slumped to the floor.
“Crazy bitch,” one of them muttered.
As I tried to move my legs and arms, they resisted, feeling like they were weighed down by heavy lead weights.
“Please, help me,” I murmured to the doctor who was still kneeling by my side.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered as my eyes closed.
Chapter Eleven
Joshua “Loki” Ledet
The horrific shit thisgirl had to endure and still be able to exist in this crazy fucking world was amazing to say the least. She had confirmed what we had already expected—Owen Decker, senator, and the pride of his political party was one of the country’s most prolific sex traffickers for the rich and famous.
She had been able to explain the horrifying conditions she endured in a room, locked in a cage with other women who suffered unimaginable shit every damn day. However, I believed the only reason she was spared from what the other women had to go through was due to her virginity.
Apparently, he would get paid a shit ton of money if he delivered to his clientele a virgin, we had found out from New York’s cousin. Rumblings were already circulating through the underworld about Lila according to the head of the Rizzo family and at this point she was a priceless commodity to Decker. A priceless commodity that had escaped.
The way to piss off an over entitled prick was to fuck with his money. I couldn’t wait to take this bastard down and shove himin the fucking furnace. Or maybe I’d throw him to the fucking gators while he was still alive so he could die a fucking horrible death for what he was doing to these women.
It had been a few days since God dropped Lila off at the clubhouse and she had clung to New York like he was her life raft. Why she chose him, I had no idea. Did it make him uncomfortable? Yes, very uncomfortable because she was young, a good fifteen years younger than him and she went through a traumatic experience. But he didn’t push her away no matter how uncomfortable her presence was to him. She trusted him and she needed that right now because she was alone in the world. Her parents were absent. That dynamic Monica had never explained to me, and I didn’t ask. She just said they weren’t around. Lila couldn’t even tell us how to get in touch with them. And now she was also dealing with the loss of her sister.
When I broke the news to her about Monica’s death, I hadn’t heard heart wrenching screams like that since the funerals of some of my fellow soldiers. It was like her very soul had been crushed. It took everything in me, not to drown the sound of her cries out with alcohol. But I had another issue that needed to be taken care of that couldn’t be ignored. And I needed to be sober to handle it.
Dominique Honoré.
Lila gave us all the information she could on where she had been held captive and by who. She was also able to give the names of certain individuals she recognized at a gathering Owen Decker had to show off the women he would auction off including Nikki.
When she mentioned Nikki, my heart clenched inside my chest. I still hadn’t confirmed if this person was my Nikki, but in my heart, I believed it was.
She had done everything she could to protect her when they were held captive. And Lila said she was also the one who helped her escape. She had been devastated they were forced to separate, and she hoped she made it out.
I asked some questions of the locals, and they were able to point to the place they were more than likely being held. I had Wires pull the property records, and while the property wasn’t in Decker’s name, it was in his wife’s.
Does she know what her husband is up to?
I sighed at the knock at the door.
“Come in!” I shouted, tossing my pen on top of the contracts I had to sign off on.
While we had been planning what to do about this shit, work for the club still had to be done. I was so fucking tired. I just wanted to go home and sleep.
Wires came in carrying his laptop with a huge smile covering his face.
“I hope that smile on your face means you found something,” I said as he placed his laptop on my desk.
“Fuck yeah, I found something,” he said, opening the top of his laptop. “I found video from the night she was taken.”
