Warrant

by S. L. Schiefer

  The pleasant look is gone in the blink of an eye. In its place is a look so sinister. He grins as he says, “Now you get to watch her break.”

  Two large hands come down on my shoulder when I about jump out of the chair. “Noooooo!” I roar. I struggle against their hold to get to her.

  Brian brings his hands to his pants and starts to undo them. I look around and see everyone else doing the same. Except for the two holding me back. Even Matt. That motherfucker. I try to catch his eye to see what he’s feeling. How he can go through with this. But he avoids me.

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “You inserted yourself into a twenty-one-year grudge. You have a hero complex and tried to save someone who isn’t savable.” He is stroking his cock while he talks. I look back at Devon. There is a loan tear sliding down her cheek that disappears into her hair. I wish I could get to her, gather her in my arms, and save her from anymore abuse. But I can’t.

  I don’t say anything else, afraid that I won’t be able to keep my mouth shut. I don’t want to give anything away.

  “Evan, my boy. Why don’t you have a go first?” My whole body is shaking with fury as I watch Matt, someone who is supposed to be on the good side, walk forward and get in between Devon’s legs. This table is like a half table and she’s strapped to where her ass is on the edge of it. Putting her in the perfect spot for these assholes.

  Devon keeps her eyes on me the whole time. As guy after guy rapes her using her body for their pleasure, while they just leave her there trembling on the table. Not caring about what they’re doing at all. She keeps her eyes on me.

  Brian is fucking her now and I’m just staring blankly, waiting for back up to actually show the fuck up, when he talks. “Detective Baez, it’s your turn.” The same two hands that have been holding me down roughly grab me and pull me up.

  “No, I’m not doing anything.” I refuse. And apparently refusing isn’t allowed, because I feel the press of the end of a barrel on the side of my head.

  “You will, unless you wish to die.” He shoves the gun into my head a little harder. I close my eyes. Me dying doesn’t help Devon at all. But goddammit I don’t want our first time to be like this. We will never get this back.

  I start to undo my pants and I get shoved toward the table. Devon follows my movements as I get closer to her. Palming my half-erect cock—sue me I’m only human—I start to stroke it. I look at her pussy. Dripping with the come of five other guys. I know asking for a rag to clean her up won’t be allowed.

  When I’m hard, I scoot in closer lining myself up with her slit. I feel like I’m going to be sick. I feel like this is all some bad nightmare. Out of everything that I could have prepared myself for, this isn’t one of the scenarios I thought would happen.

  I focus on her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes. Eyes that seem tired. Defeated. I told her I would bring the light back, and as soon as we get out of here, I plan on keeping that promise. I slip my engorged head in between her lips.

  “Detective, we don’t have all night for this party. Fuck her,” her dad says from behind me.

  Keeping my focus on her eyes, I softly tell her, “I’m sorry.” I push all the way into her, and it feels like I have died and gone to heaven.

  Chapter 50

  Brian

  Watching the detective’s face while he got to witness his girl be used was priceless. I thought for sure he would lose his cool, but he stayed in his chair until instructed to fuck her. And even after he got his dick in her he seems to be taking his time. Making love to her, if you will.

  I look over to Evan. He has his pants back up and is looking everywhere except at the happy couple. I grin at the discomfort he’s clearly feeling. Making people feel uncomfortable makes me happy.

  “Preston, come over here,” I say to my stepson. When he’s standing beside me, I turn my head to look at him. “When tonight is over, I’m stepping down. Everything will be left for you to run.” I smile at him, a real smile. It makes me proud to have someone like him to leave this to.

  I turn back to Devon and the detective. She has tears running down her face. I think she’s truly close to breaking now. Too bad it doesn’t matter. I start to walk toward them. “How does her pussy feel? It’s tight, even though she is a used-up slut. It still grips your cock like a vice doesn’t it?” I ask him.

  He glares at me, slowly pushing in and out of her. I look at her. She doesn’t seem to be getting any pleasure from this. Good. I hold my hand out to Preston, who followed me over here. When the cool metal touches my palm, I wrap my fingers around it. “When you get close to coming, I want you to kill her. I waited years for this and I think it will be much more satisfying for your hands to get dirty than mine.

  I hand him the gun, and he reluctantly takes it. Looking at it as if he has never seen a gun before. “I’m sure you know how to use it. Place it against her forehead, and when you are close you will pull the trigger. If you fail to do so, my men will kill you and her.” I turn away and walk back to my spot by the wall. He’s dying either way, so it really doesn’t matter.

  Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he looks like he’s concentrating awfully hard on holding back. Shaking my head, I turn to Preston to say something. But a movement out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. When I turn my head in that direction, nothing is there.

  Forgetting what I was about to say, I look toward the table again. Hardly able to keep my attention away from them. This is the sweetest revenge. The gun is pressed against Devon’s head. She isn’t making a single noise, no more tears, and no movement. She truly has become the perfect slave. Doesn’t care about a thing.

  Before I can even think my next thought, pure chaos erupts in the room. There are people swarming in from each direction. My guys draw their guns and are ducking for cover. Evan is running out of the room, probably to get away from the gunfight since he doesn’t have a gun.

  I look around and try to find a weapon for myself, but come up with nothing. Baez has pulled out of Devon and pulled his pants back up. He has his gun trained on me. He slowly walks forward. I put my hands out in front of me in the universal sign for “I surrender.”

  Looking around, I see that my guys have all been either shot, or are subdued and in handcuffs. Shaking my head, I start to laugh. I glance back where Evan ran out of the room and see him coming back in with a big dog.

  The dog has his nose to the ground, sniffing around furiously. Evan lets the dog off its leash and it runs right toward Devon. Evan helps her up off the table and drapes a blanket around her shoulders. Baez looks at them and in that split second of distraction, I charge toward him, knocking us both to the ground.

  Wrestling around, I knock the gun out of his hand and grab for it. For being a cop, he’s seriously not hard to bring down. Standing back up, I walk toward Devon. Ready to end her myself. But the dog stops me. Its ferocious growling and gritting of its teeth stop me right in my tracks.

  “C’mon, man. Put the gun down. You really don’t want to do this.” The detective is trying to plead with me, to save Devon’s life.

  “No. I’m done with this shit! I have waited a long time for her death, I’m not about to give it up just because you think you deserve her!” I snarl. I see all the cops trying to inch their way closer to us, hoping to stop me.

  Enzo sees me looking around. “Everyone needs to get back. Let me handle this.” Devon is sitting on the floor with that fucking dog. It’s standing next to her, guarding her.

  “Well, detective. Since it looks like I’m going to be dying today anyways. You should say good-bye to Devon.” I bring the gun up and point it in her direction. Everyone else brings their guns up and aims them at me. I need to make my one shot count. I aim the pistol right at her chest and pull the trigger.

  Chapter 51

  Devon

  When I was, five we had to go to the Salvation Army for Christmas dinner. When my mom and I walked in, I remember everyone staring at us. I thought
no one liked me, but Mom said it was because of her. I didn’t understand why.

  After we ate, Mom packed us up some leftovers and brought it back home with us. The place we lived in at the time had bugs crawling around and the lights flickered a lot. I always thought it was gross. But at least we had a home.

  When she gave me my one and only present, I tore into it like my life depended on it. When I got the box opened, I saw that it was the Barbie doll I wanted. I screamed with delight and jumped on my mom and gave her a giant hug. But what my mom said to me next has always stuck with me.

  She said, “Baby, I need you to listen to me for a minute. If something were ever to happen to me, I need you to run. I need you to hide; to get away from here. And to never come back. There are men who will come for you. But you can’t let them get you. If you do, you’ll never make it out alive. You need to promise me.”

  And of course, since I was five years old and just wanted to make my mom happy, I promised.

  I can hear people screaming and running around me. I know I was shot, but I can’t feel it anymore. There is no pain at all anymore. The pain I felt when Enzo was forced to have sex with me was the most indescribable amount of pain I have ever felt in my life. Nothing would ever feel worse than that. My head is getting fuzzy. I want to open my eyes, to look Enzo in the eye and tell him thank you. For helping me. For being there for me. For being him. But I can’t. My body is so heavy, it feel like it’s floating.

  Floating away. My last thought is how beautiful Enzo is. That I hope he can love again.

  Epilogue

  Five Years Later

  Enzo

  The view of the sunset from my front porch in Alabama is a remarkable view. There is almost nothing like it in the world. Remy is at my feet snoring away. I continue to look out at the varying shades of orange and purple, holding a beer in my hand. Today is always a rough day.

  It’s the five year anniversary. So much has happened since then. It all almost gives me a headache even thinking about it.

  They caught Brian right after he shot Devon, and brought him in under a long list of different charges. Throughout the trial, which didn’t last very long thankfully, the judge remained indifferent looking the entire thing. When it came time to read the verdict the judge added his own story before delivering a sentence.

  It turns out that he lost a daughter to a prostitution ring in southern Ohio, but couldn’t help her in time to get her out. She ended up dying at the hands of one of her johns. The whole court waited in silence to hear what the sentence would be.

  And the answer? Death by lethal injection.

  If I’m being honest, I think that’s going way too easy on him. But I will be there front and center to watch it.

  I found out later that Zach had been shot and killed while he was raping Devon. So that was one less person for me to deal with after everything. I kept my hands clean during the raid so that was a plus.

  And then there is Matt. I know that when I found out he has been with Devon I was pissed, to say the least. During the raid, Matt lost his life trying to get to Devon before she was shot. He was trying to save her. So after everything, I guess I cannot be too pissed at the kid.

  His parents took it really hard. The funeral was your typical fallen brother funeral. Police from all over the state came to Columbus for the burial. He didn’t even get to drink a beer to celebrate us bringing in one of the biggest prostitute operation leaders.

  I will be forever grateful for everything he did for Devon while she was being held captive. His death wasn’t in vain; he died a hero. Which isn’t a consolation to his parents, unfortunately.

  Then there is Devon. My heart breaks whenever I think about her. She had been dealt such a horrible hand with life, and to have to go through everything she did. It’s nothing short of a miracle that she survived everything, including getting shot in the chest.

  Her recovery was slow, and was also touch and go there for a while. The bullet punctured her left lung. After many surgeries and rehab, three months after she entered the hospital she was discharged into my care.

  As soon as her doctor cleared her after her last check up, we moved to Alabama. Back to my hometown. Not too far from my parents actually. Which is a good thing, because Devon and Mama have become attached at the hip.

  The first time they met, Mama just hugged her without saying anything. What broke my heart the most was the sobs that wracked Devon’s body while she cried onto Mama’s shoulder.

  Devon’s emotional recovery has been … interesting. She still struggles with nightmares from those couple of weeks. But they’re becoming less and less frequent. She was in counseling for about three years, going twice a week. She doesn’t have to work, because I had money saved up for us to survive on.

  Each day gets easier and easier for her to breathe lighter. Every day we wake up is us one step closer to our happy ending. All I can do is be there for her, be the shoulder she needs, and let her have her space when she needs it. No matter how long she takes, she always comes back.

  At the sound of tires crunching down the driveway, Remy perks up. He’s still Devon’s dog. When I brought her home from the hospital, he never left her side. He sits on the couch next to her or on the floor next to her side of the bed. Ready to protect her if she needs it.

  When the SUV comes to a stop in front of the porch steps, he gets up and bounds down to the car. Impatiently awaiting the arrival of his latest charge.

  When my beautiful girl gets out, she glances up to the porch and smiles. That smile is the one I promised to put on her face every day. And it still has the power to bring me to my knees without a moment’s notice.

  About a year ago, we found out that we were going to have a baby. The day we found out we were having a girl, I came home and locked myself in my man cave and cried. I would love to tell you I’m not a sappy man, and that I didn’t cry anymore. But when they first put my little girl in my arms I broke down. Again.

  Melody Grace came into this world kicking and screaming. She’s a fighter, just like her mommy. She’s a spitting image of her mom, too.

  Devon gets the infant carrier out of the backseat and closes the door. She starts walking toward me. Smile still in place.

  “Hey, muñeca. How was she today?” I ask her. A smile forms when I hear little Melody start whining in her carrier.

  “Oh, she was a little monster. Just wants her daddy. Like always,” she grumbles as she sits the carrier down in front of me. I scoot it toward me, so I’m able to see the face of my baby.

  These two are my life. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for either of them. The path that lead us here was covered in thorns and briars, but when we got past all of that life turned out to be pretty good.

  About the Author

  S.L. was born and raised in a small town in Ohio. She is the biggest, self-proclaimed Ohio State fan EVER! She’s married with two boys and has a pit bull. She is a country girl at heart and has no problem sitting outside by a fire or grabbing guns and target shooting. She works as a hairstylist and is the assistant manager at SportClips. In her downtime, you’ll generally find S.L. relaxing with her Kindle or trying to entertain her minions.