Chapter 24
Enzo
It’s been two days, and no one knows where Devon is. I showed up at her house the night she texted and told me she was going out, because she never texted me and told me she made it home okay.
When I knocked on the front door, a frantic-looking Marny answered. My stomach rolled because I knew something had happened. This girl is like a walking magnet for any kind of trouble. It’s not her fault; it’s just the cards she’s been dealt.
After talking to the girls, I found out that none of them saw her after she left to go to the bar for a drink. And after that, none of them saw her again. So it’s officially been twenty-four hours since they filed the missing-person report. She doesn’t need this spotlight on her because of who she is and who her johns are. But the alternative is too risky.
We drove over to the club and confiscated the video surveillance from that night just minutes ago, and now my partner and I are driving back to the station. No one can know my connection to her though. I have to keep a level head when it comes to the investigation so I don’t get pulled.
I’m holding the tapes in my hands like they hold all the answers I’ve ever been searching for. And in a way they will decide my next move.
“Dude, why are you staring at the tapes like that?” Zach asks me. Zach has been my partner since I arrived here in Ohio. He’s a pretty cool dude. I don’t really know much about him outside of here besides that he’s single and doesn’t really hang out with anyone that we work with.
“I don’t know? Just lost in thought I guess.” I set the tapes down on the floor and lean back in my seat. Jesus, what a way to act indifferent toward it all. I let out a sigh. I seriously hope nothing happened to her.
When we get back to the station, we go into a conference room and set up the TV. The captain and a few others are coming in to watch the tapes with us. I grab a cup of coffee and take a seat close to the TV. I want to get a good look at everything. I don’t want to miss anything that could help me find her.
“Baez.” I immediately stand and shake the captain’s hand as he walks toward me. “Before we get started, why don’t you come back to my office with me so we can have a chat?”
He turns on his heels and stalks out of the room. When he asks you to do something, you don’t refuse, so being the obedient employee I am, I follow. When we make it to his office, he gestures for me to sit in a chair across from his, and shuts the door behind me.
He takes the chair on his side of the desk and folds his hands under his chin. I sit there, waiting for him to say what he wants. “Son.” I hate when people call me that. I have one father already. “I’ve been informed that you’ve been hanging out with the missing girl.”
“Okay? We’re not romantically involved. So I don’t see the problem here.”
“Well, I happen to know what she does for a living.” The look he is giving me is one of pity and shame.
“Yeah, I’m not talking about this with you.” I stand to leave, but he stops me.
“You’ll sit and listen, or you can hand in your badge right now,” he barks.
Reluctantly, I sit back down. I don’t want to do anything jeopardize my job, but I also know that Devon is mine. And I will do whatever it takes to protect her once we get her back. “Sir, with all due respect, I know what she does. She’s planning on getting out, and I’m helping her.” Shit, we aren’t supposed to be telling anyone this yet. Hopefully he isn’t on their side.
“I know who runs that operation. I’ve been trying to bring them in for quite some time. But I can never get anything concrete on them.” He leans back in his chair and rubs a hand through his hair. “I guess you’re going to try to help her get out?”
I nod my head. I’m not telling him anything else unless he plans on helping us.
“Well, you have to be careful who you talk to around here. Those people have half this station on their payroll. Have you told anyone else?” he asks.
“I’m planning on telling Zach. He seems like a pretty straightforward guy. I don’t get the feeling that he would be playing for their side.”
“Alright then. Tell no one else. If this goes south and anyone else gets wind of this, there will be nothing I can do. Just make sure to always watch your back.” With that, we both head back to the conference room to watch the tapes.
After watching them multiple times, we find the guy she left with. The bad part is he regularly uses prostitutes. The guy is a little off his rocker too. We pull in some more cops and form a plan. We have to get a warrant from the judge signed ASAP. While we’re waiting for that, we all gear up and get ready to go.
All the while I can’t help but be a nervous ball of energy. I just don’t know what to expect going in there.
Chapter 25
These dumbass cops are making things way too easy. They’re wasting time and resources thinking that shithead still has Devon; however, they’re sadly mistaken. I’ve had her moved to a secure location. It’s going to take a lot of time and manpower, two things the police force doesn’t have right now, to find her.
I have lots of fun planned for my girl. A lot of my colleagues have been biding their time, waiting to have their turn with her. Well, their time has come. They just have to wait hours before she is theirs for the taking.
But my turn will come last. Once she’s been used up and everyone is done with her. Then our time will come. I’ll finally get my revenge I’ve been wanting for the past twenty-one years.
It’s time.
Chapter 26
Devon
I slowly stretch my limbs as I wake up. But when I get so far I hear metal clink and my arms won’t go any further is like dumping a bucket of ice water on me. I try to sit up, gain my bearings, but I’m handcuffed to a fucking bed. Shit!
I pull furiously at my arms and legs trying to free myself. But it’s useless. I stop pulling at my restraints and look around the room. It looks like I’m in some nice-ass house. I think back, trying to remember how I got here. The last thing I remember is being at the club with the girls, and then running into one of my regulars.
Goddammit! That asshole must have drugged me.
The sound of the door opening drags me out of trying to remember. The guy who walks through the door is no one I’ve ever seen before. He’s tall, has black hair, and is wearing a suit. He’s older, probably late fifties.
“Well, well, well. We finally get to meet. I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Devon,” he says.
“Who the hell are you?” Shit, my voice is shaky despite my attempt to keep it even.
“I’ve been cursing your existence ever since your mom found out she was pregnant. That was before we made the girls take regular birth control.” What the fuck? “It’s story time, Devon. Scoot over; make room for your old man to tell you your first bedtime story. Oh right, the cuffs. Well, don’t scoot over, it’s okay. I’ll make do.”
Old. Man? What! “You’re my dad?” I screech.
“Shhh.” He tries to calm me down. He sits down on the side of the bed. He gets situated, then runs his hand through my hair. “You know, your mom was my favorite girl. I think she liked getting in trouble just to receive my punishments. That’s what I was known for.” I’m reeling from this all; I don’t even know what to think. This guy, my dad, is in charge of everything?
“She spent a lot of time in my care. She loved having a hard cock in her. When she died, she cost me a lot of money. A lot of my colleagues loved her. She was a wildcat in bed, always did what she was told without question. But when she died, I sent everyone after you. Had to make you the obedient little slave, just like your mom. But you refuse to break. You’ve made me take drastic measures.
“So we’ve resorted to this. You chained to a bed in my house, where all my colleagues can come and go as they please. But you know what gets to happen first? I may be the guy who help created you, but I am in no way your goddamned father.” He stands up and starts taking his suit jacket off, an
d the rest of his clothes.
Oh. My. God. Haven’t you thrown enough shit my way? Why can’t you give me a fucking break! I start struggling in earnest, even knowing I won’t be going anywhere. I stare up at the ceiling, refusing to look at him. I cannot believe this is happening right now. I finally find my dad and he’s going to molest me!
I knew he had to be a sick fuck when my mom wouldn’t even tell me about him. And she liked to recount details from a lot of her shit. I risk a glance at him and see what he’s doing. He’s completely naked now. This is disgusting. He pulls a knife from his suit pants. He comes toward me again. Gripping my shirt, he takes the knife and slices right up the center. Next to go is my bra. I’m holding still now; I don’t really want to be sliced by the knife.
“Okay, sweet girl. Lift up your hips. Let’s get these pants off of you. You’ll just want to get used to being naked. You won’t be wearing any clothes while you’re here.” He yanks at my pants, despite my efforts to keep them on. He gets them just past my ass and decides to just slice them off, too.
“Oh, you’re shaved too. Just like your mom was.” Christ. Hearing about my mom is going to make this eighty million times worse than what it already is.
“Do you have to do this? Just because your not being in my life doesn’t make you not my father. It just makes you a piece of shit!” I yell at him. I probably shouldn’t have added the piece of shit part, but what else am I supposed to do? If he’s really going to do this, I would rather piss him off so he knocks me out for it.
“Yes, I do have to do this.” He takes his limp dick in his hand and starts stroking it. Shit. This really is going to happen.
“You look like you need to take some Viagra to help you out there,” I say, looking pointedly at his flaccid penis.
He lets out a throaty laugh. “Nope. Once I’m hard, even if I ejaculate, I can keep going. Get ready for a long night, sweetheart.” I can see him starting to get hard out of the corner of my eye. If I act submissive and just let this happen to gain his trust and the trust of everyone that may come in here, I might have a chance of escaping. Especially if they remove the handcuffs and let me roam freely.
He climbs onto the bed in between my legs, and lines himself up to my entrance. One thrust forward and he’s tearing through me.
“God, even with how many guys I know you’ve been with you’re still so fucking tight.” He’s moaning through his words. Jesus. “You know why I want to kill you? Because when your mother got pregnant, she lost me a lot of money. Afterward she was never the same. She tried to hold your existence over my head, like it gave her power. But she was delusional in thinking that. So this is my payback for her insolence. You will pay for her crimes since she isn’t here any longer.”
I’ve had a lot of shit thrown at me over the past three years that would have broken many people. It’s going to take a lot more than getting raped by my father and his friends to break me. Good luck, Daddy.
Chapter 27
Enzo
I’m standing on the other side of the two-way mirror staring at the stupid fucker on the other side. After we ransacked his house, we found evidence that Devon had been there. But she’s gone now, and he won’t tell us where she is. I know she hasn’t been home, because I have Roni texting me daily to keep me updated from their end. Any little bit of information can lead us to her.
We’ve had Will in here for three days for questioning. We have enough from the tapes to keep him behind bars. I had to listen to him describe what he did to Devon while he had her at his house. He slipped her some ecstasy at the club and more at home. I know she was out of her mind with that. I also know that taking X makes you really horny. Logically knowing all of that, doesn’t make me hurt any less.
I turn away from the mirror and walk out of the viewing room, slamming the door. I stalk to my office. Pulling out my notebook, I start looking over everything that I wrote down from his questioning. Trying to connect any dots that I can.
It’s officially been three days since she’s been gone. Will said he doesn’t know who is really running the operation, but it isn’t the boss that Devon thinks it is. We have to try to track down their muscle and try to bring them in under any charge we can get them for. If I could just get this dumbass to cooperate with us for a plea deal, then maybe we could get somewhere.
Will says that we shouldn’t put our noses where they don’t belong. That even if we protect him, he’ll still die for helping us. Well, if that’s true he’s already dead anyway from what he’s given us. Shaking my head, I stand up dropping my notebook on the desk. I have to try to figure out who is working for them from our end. That’s our first logical step now.
**
I had another sit down with the captain, this time to make a list of who we thought could possibly be working with them, which we ended up with ninety-five percent of the guys we work with. He wanted to put Zach on the list, but I told him I'm sure he isn't in with them.
I know the first forty-eight hours are the most critical with missing persons, and more often than not people aren't found alive after that time. But I refuse to give up hope. I won't stop until I have her back.
Chapter 28
Devon
After that first night, I've lost track of how many times I've been raped. My dad raped me repeatedly. I've never wanted to chop someone's penis off so bad in my life. He comes in here at all hours of the day and night and climbs on the bed in between my legs. True to his word, I'm always naked.
His friends have come too. In fact, I was told just a little bit ago that someone was coming in to see me. Yay me. Not. I've been here for what? Three or four days? I think. I have yet to gain anyone's trust enough to have free rein of the house. Maybe someone will want a different position that will force them to let my hands go.
I've already scoured the room to see if there is anything I can use as a weapon once I'm free. But there is nothing. I can only hope that someone comes in with one at some point. But hope hasn't gotten me anywhere in my life. I'm not holding my breath now.
It seems my life is constantly determined by opening doors—doors that never lead to anything good. And, as if right on cue, the door to my prison opens. The guy I thought was in charge this whole time comes strolling in.
“Are you here to torture me some more?” I bite out. God, I can’t even look at him. He obviously knew this was going to happen the whole time. He’s just another puppet for my dad.
“Aww, Devvy, don’t be like that. I’ve had no say in any of this. You play a bigger part in this whole thing. But I can’t say it wasn’t fun trying to tame you myself. A lot of good it did, though. If you would have just broke like a normal person, it would have made your stay here a lot easier.” My eyes are following his every move as he casually makes his way around my room. Closer to me.
“What are you talking about?” I question him.
“Do you think you’re ready to hear this?” He raises an eyebrow and has a smirk on his face. No, I don’t think I want to hear any of this shit but do I need to know? Yes. I nod my head, and he continues. “You know your dad runs all of this.” He spreads his arms wide, gesturing around everything.
I nod my head again. Jesus, get on with it. “Did you ever wonder in the past couple days where I fit in to all of this?” His smirk has changed to a knowing look. As if willing me to understand it all. I’m more than sure I’m not ready to hear anymore.
“No, I didn’t. I just thought you were on his payroll. Doing whatever it is that you do all day. You know … fucking girls, taking them away from their lives, killing people. Take your pick.” I haven’t eaten since before we went to the club, but my stomach is still threatening to heave. I can only take so much, and I’m getting dangerously close to losing it.
“Well, sweetheart. I know we will never be a traditional family. But I would like to formally introduce myself.” Oh my God. I start gagging. This is all seriously too much. “I’m your stepbrother.”
Yep.
Fuck it. Fuck everything. At this point, I would rather die than hear anything else these assholes have to say. My eyes start to water. I’m trying to hold them back, trying not to let my fear show through. I don’t even know what to say to any of these people anymore. I need time to process, but of course I won’t get it.
“Do you want out of this room?” I roll my eyes to look at him. “Getting out comes at a price, though.”
“Of course it does. My whole life has been consisted of everything coming at a price. Why stop now?” I ask him. I move my head to look back up at the ceiling.
“I can make this pleasant … or not. It’s up to you. Drop the attitude and all of this will all be over quickly.” He stares at me, waiting for my response.
Yeah, all of this will be over quickly translates to if I cooperate their need for me will lessen, and I will die. And if I die, I’m taking someone down with me. I may no longer have the upper hand here, but the end game is still the same. Steeling myself to what I have to do, I let the last tear I will shed over this slip free. I look him dead in the eye and ask, “What do I have to do?”
“Good choice, Devvy. Right now you get to deal with me. The old man has something planned for you later this evening,” he says while moving closer to the bed, pulling a key out of his pocket. “I need you more mobile right now for what I want you to do. I want you on your knees for me, sucking my cock like the good little slut you are.”
Okay, it’s not like I’ve never sucked a dick before. Just never my stepbrother’s. Well, technically I did that first night when I was eighteen. When my hands are released, I don’t even bother trying to cover myself, I just going straight to rubbing my wrists together to get some feeling back in them. I do the same to my ankles when they’re released too.
“Alright. On your knees,” he says in a commanding voice.
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