Page 64 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

“I know you guys paid for what you wanted specifically, but I was thinking you could get something a little extra.” She walked over to a girl who looked as if she was barely ten years old. Reaching to stroke the little girl’s cheek, she flinched as tears streamed down her face. “Don’t you just love it when they cry?”

Stepping farther into the room, I looked around and counted at least twenty girls who were chained together and half-naked. Neither the guys nor I said anything as we surveyed their conditions. Everyone was barely dressed but seemed clean and sober. Some of them looked malnourished, and I was ready to blow this bitch’s brains out right now.

“Where’s everyone else?” I looked around in hopes of seeing the rest of the men who bid the other night. “Are they not coming?”

“Why?” She looked at me suspiciously as she stepped away from the girls. “What does it matter when you’re here for your purchase and yours only?”

“Chill, baby.” I grinned. Instantly, she melted. “I just wanted to make a little conversation. Fuck them niggas. More girls for me.”

No later than the words left my mouth, the door opened behind us, and more men were being escorted in. Looking them over, I saw that each man on my list was here tonight. Two senators, three governors, and several other politicians were being escorted by a dozen of her men. I looked on in disgust as their eyes lit up at the sight of the underage children.

“Great! Everyone is here!” Rebecca clapped as she eyed all the men. “On behalf of my husband and I, we want to thank you all for your purchase. The next shipment will be here in about three months, so you might want to double up now as it will be a small selection. The girls to the right are taken…” She pointed to the girls that we, as well as other men, had purchased before swinging her arm to the left side “While the ones on the left are free game. Let me say the one with the yellow dress on is sweeter than honey.” She winked at the girl as she cried. She was no older than seventeen. “Let’s get down to business.”

“Before we do that, there’s something I want to say.” I placed my hand in my slacks and stepped forward. Dragging my eyes from her to the other men in the room, I continued, “The Bible says he without sin shall cast the first stone. I ain’t perfect, and Lord knows I’ve sinned.” I shook my head, feeling the spirit of my grandparents over me. “But I’m judging every single one of you niggas right now.” I gestured to the fellas around the room as they looked on in confusion. “Drop to your knees and repent for the sins you’ve committed because you’re going to need His forgiveness sooner than you think.”

“I’m so sorry, gentlemen.” Rebecca placed her hand on my arm as she stepped aside. “Please excuse, Mr. Boudreaux. He’s?—”

“About to kill you in about five seconds if you don’t get those cum catchers off me.” She drew her hand back so fast that I knew she had sprained her wrist. Grimacing at her, I gave my attention back to the men. “As I was saying… y’all ain’t living right, but don’t worry. It’s judgment day, and the rapture is about to separate the righteous from the wicked. Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper, but he who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy.”

Nodding her head toward her head of security, they began to walk in my direction. Before they could mutter a word, two bullets whistled past me, splattering their brains all over the floor. Seeing the other men scramble and grab their guns, my brothers and I hurried gathered around the girls.

“We’re here to help you girls, but I need you girls to listen to me….” I eyed each of them as chaos ensued behind me. “I want you to go into that room over there, and as soon as I’m done here, I will come get you.”

“You promise?” the youngest of the bunch asked. My heart constricted because she was around Briley’s age. “I want to go home to my mommy.”

Crouching down in front of her, I placed my hands on her small shoulders and squeezed gently. “You have my word, pretty girl. I’m going to get you out of here. Now go!”

Running in the direction of the other girls, I pulled my Glock from my waist and began shooting at anything that looked strange. Skip and Wild were shooting above from the rafters, so her security didn’t know which way to shoot. Right as I took out a guy trying to sneak Jules, the room was swarmed with uniforms.

“FBI! Every drop your weapons and get down now!”

Stunned, the men who tried to shield themselves from the gunfire tried to run out of the building without being detained. There were more agents than I anticipated, so the men had nowhere to go. I watched as they were apprehended, as well as Rebecca’s team, who wasn’t leaking on the floor.

“Nooo! This can’t be happening!” Rebecca screamed from behind me. “I’m going to kill you!”

“Touch my husband, and a bullet to the head will be the first of your worries.” Denim crept up behind her and placed her gun to her head. “I dare you to breathe wrong, bitch, and I promise you, I’m sending you to hell with your man!”

Now might not be the time, but the way she was handling herself in this situation was turning me on something serious. Even her badge and uniform made me want to bend her thick ass over. Shaking myself of the thoughts, I got the head on my shoulders, not the one stirring in my slacks, back in the game.

“W-Where is Bryce?” Rebecca turned and faced Denim, not caring that a gun was now pointed at her forehead. “What the fuck did you do to my husband?”

Grabbing her phone, Denim smirked as she showed the displayed image. “From what I gather, he was just discovered in your basement. Too bad you killed him. Who would be responsible for handling the money from buying the girls? Those poor kids of yours won’t have a mother or father. Maybe they’ll have a chance at life after all.”

“You bitch!” she shouted and lunged at Denim. She didn’t make it far because Dee sent one to her left knee. “Oh my gosh! You shot me!”

Pow!

“Now, there’s one to your right one to match.” She gritted her teeth as she hovered over her. “I should kill you—right here, right now.”

“Do it,” Rebecca cried as she withered in pain. “I’d rather die than go to prison! You’ve ruined my fuckin’ life! From the moment you spread your legs for my husband to the moment you brought that little bitch home! You better be glad Dre is the one that outbid me.” She giggled uncontrollably as she eyeballed Denim with nothing but hate. “The things I would have done to her?—”

Whap!

Hitting her in the temple, Denim panted over her heavily as tears ran down her face. After a few moments, she wiped them aggressively before reaching behind her for her handcuffs. Spitting on her, she threw them on top of Rebecca’s unconscious body.

“You’re under arrest bitch.”

I stood there hard as bricks as I watched my wife switch into the room where the girls were located. Once the other agents came over and cuffed Rebecca before sending her to the paramedics, I followed the direction she’d gone. Inside the room, I watched as she eyed the girls with tears in her eyes. Walking over, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her temple.

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