Page 62 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

“Did you want me even when you thought I was a killer?” He sped his movements, and I could feel him stroking himself behind me. “Even when you wanted to see a nigga behind bars, did you want me to fall knee-deep in that pussy?”

Feeling my walls contract around his fingers, I tried to stand, but all he did was slap my ass once more. Glaring at him, he gave me a knowing look that made me tuck my tail and get back in position.

“Yes, Andre,” I confessed, waiting for him to resume his assault. “I wanted you even then—I’ve always wanted you.”

Sliding his index and middle finger back into me, my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the feel of him. Moving it in and out of me, I felt myself getting closer and closer. I could only hope he didn’t take too long because I was ready for him to take his anger out on my pussy.

“So you thought you’d walk your thick ass into my life, smile, and fuck me… and then I would start baring my soul to you.”

“Andre…” I panted as he eased a third finger inside of me. “Please, fuck me.”

“You thought I was going to bare my soul to you because you made a nigga nut? Because I told you I was having mommy issues? You thought you were going to play a nigga like me and get away with it. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your fuckin’ brains out.”

Placing his Glock on top of my back, he continued to finger fuck me while he jacked his dick. I was so scared, yet turned on, that I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to believe that he wouldn’t hurt me, but he sent my daughter away. All thoughts of what could and would happen were a distant memory once I felt myself about to release.

“I love you, Dre!” I cried as I felt myself about to come. “I love you, and you love me too! Oh my gosh! I’m coming!”

Never slowing his stroke down, his fingers moved in and out faster than I’d ever felt before. I shook uncontrollably as liquid gushed out of me. I fought hard to stay conscious because I didn’t want to wake up to a dead family member like last time. As I came down from my orgasm, I felt something warm sprinkling onto my back.

“Shit!” he groaned as he picked up his gun and stumbled back slightly. “Damn, man.”

My legs felt like noodles as I slowly stood and turned toward him. He was pulling up his sweats and stuffing his still-hard dick inside. I couldn’t believe he finger fucked me and busted on my back as if I was nobody—as if I was nothing. I’d never felt so used before in my life.

“Once you wash your ass and fix your face, come holla at me.”

Without a backward glance, he left out of the room as quickly as he came. Walking into the bathroom, I had to stop myself from crying over feeling so belittled. I had no one but myself to blame for the way he was treating me. After taking another quick shower, I forwent my routine and threw on my pajamas to see what he wanted. If he was going to kill me, there was no need to get moisturized for it.

As I walked into the sitting room, I looked around and didn’t see him. I peeked outside onto the balcony, but I didn’t see him there either. Hearing the shower going inside his bedroom, I decided to wait for him there. Stepping inside, I noticed the room was massive compared to the ones Briley and I were sleeping in.

Still hearing the water run, I decided to look around. He was already pissed at me. Being nosy couldn’t make it worse. Walking over to the desk in the corner, I found open folders with pictures inside. Picking up the first one, I saw it was a file on me. Everything from my birth certificate, graduation pictures, photos with Bri and my parents, and pictures of me meeting his mother were there. My entire life, in a nutshell, was here for this man to see, and he’s known about me all along.

Closing the folder, I started to walk away until something caught my eye—pictures of Bryce, clear as day, with various children and young adults. I immediately felt sick to my stomach from what I was seeing. There were countless photos of him with chained-up women and children, some beaten and others just fearful. Seeing Rebecca in some of the photos, too, had me seeing red. I was a ball of emotions from mournful to disgust to aggravation to outrage. Images of these once beautiful girls and women will forever live in my mind. There was information about shipments, along with grab locations, clients, and even dates on when the girls would be sold and to whom. Shakily, I read through each document, and the information I found made me queasy by the second. Amongst those were also court filings where he and his wife petitioned to gain full custody of Briley. The thought of her living with them made me want to vomit.

“I guess you finally see who the real monster is…” I jumped as I dropped the photos back down on the desk. Spinning to face Dre, his expression remained nonchalant as he wrapped the towel around his waist. “Now, do you see why he died the way he did? My only regret is that I didn’t make him suffer.”

“W-What is this, Dre?” I pointed to the documents. “These are real? That says some girls are being sold next week.”

“They are. My people are the ones that bought the majority of that shipment.” He stepped into his walk-in closet with me behind him. “We’re picking the girls up next week.”

“And then what?” I asked immediately. “What are your plans for them? I know you’re not keeping them.”

Although my assumptions were right about Dre, I know he wasn’t a predator. He purchased my daughter and didn’t harm a single hair on her head. I am thankful for what he did because had she gone to someone else, or even worse, her father, only God knows what would have happened.

“Oh, so now you know what type of man I am?” He chuckled and shook his head. I watched as he walked into his closet and pulled down a pair of Amiri jeans with the matching sweatshirt. He was about to head out, and my chest grew tight at the thought of him being with another woman. “I have a plan for all that, though, so don’t worry.

“Let me help.” I shook the thoughts of jealousy to the back of my mind as he dropped his towel. My eyes went straight to his dick as he covered it with boxers. “I want to help you bring those bastards down.”

“Lil’ Mama, who said I’m even going to let them live.” He chuckled at my naivety as he got dressed. I watched him douse himself in cologne, and I wanted to rip his clothes off him. “I know you’re the Feds, and this shit is right up your alley, but this don’t have shit to do with you?—”

“It has everything to do with me!” I jumped in front of him and shouted. I was pissed at him for more reasons than one. “They almost damaged my daughter, Andre! They tried to—oh my God!”

Falling to my knees, I bawled for my baby. I was so blinded by my job and dislike for her father and stepmother that I potentially let my baby be in harm's way. I failed her.

“Hey, come here…” He pulled me from the floor and led me to the bed. Doing something he hadn’t done in a while, he held me. “I know this is a fucked up thing to find out about. I know no words will make you feel better about the shit, but Briley is safe. From the moment I found out her father was the head of this shit, he was on my hit list. I would have never let Big Bri be in any danger. That’s why I made sure to buy her the night I did.”

“He needed to die.”

“He did.” Dre nodded and held me tighter. “You saw what he wanted you to see. Just like you attempted to do with me.”

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