Page 64 of Lilah
"How many girls do you have?" Jai questions. I've counted thirteen only in this room.
"Thirty in total," he answers proudly, "but tomorrow we're getting a 'shipment' of about ten more."
He leads us into another room. He shuts the door behind us and my senses heighten.
"This place is nice," Jai lies through his teeth.
"Only the best for the bitches," David chuckles, turning. My hands itch to wrap themselves around his neck.
He opens one more door and a dimly lit room is on the other side. Jai walks in first and I follow. Hardly a second after entering, he comes to a sudden halt. He turns around quickly to me and a look takes onto his face.
He's furious.
"Fucking get him," he tells me quietly and usually, I'd beat his ass for telling me what to do but with the look on his face, I understand. Feeling David's presence right behind me, I send an elbow to the side of his head.
He falls into the wall and before he can yell out to the stoned guys in the main room, my fist connects with the center of his face. I feel his nose crack under my knuckles and he falls to the floor.
I barely hear Jai call the guys in with the radio too busy beating this sick motherfucker's face in.
Before he dies, unfortunately, I pull him up, shoving him against the wall. Jai tosses me the cuffs and I crank them onto his wrists as tight as they'll go before letting him fall back to the ground.
"Grey, come help me with her," Jai calls out and I finally get a look at what had him so fucked up.
A naked girl-no, a naked child lays with her hands and feed wired to a bed. I avert my eyes immediately and I wish, I fuckingwishI could kill that motherfucker.
Both Jai and I untwist the wires holding her wrists in place, followed by her feet. Jai quickly takes off his jacket, followed by his sweatshirt. He gives his sweatshirt to the girl and she puts it on.
"Thank you," she cries, "are you going to help me?"
"We're here to help you," Jai helps her stand and she does so shakily, the sweatshirt falling down to her knees.
"We work with the F.B.I," he explains, knowing it's easier than telling her exactly what we do.
We'renotthe F.B.I. We're an independent organization. They pay us for the jobs we do for them and we get the full percentage and ownership of the properties from the criminals we bust.
Money is definitely not an issue for any of us.
"How old are you?" he questions helping her to the door. She wipes her tears and sniffles.
"Twelve."
"Fucking hell," I send David's body a strong kick, most likely breaking a couple of his ribs.
"He-He almost touched me," she explains, "but someone knocked on the big door before he did."
"Did anyone else try to touch you?" he questions and she shakes her head.
"He told them not to," she whispers, "he said he wanted me for himself."
This fucking kid is going to be terrified and scarred for the rest of her life. He opens the door we came in and I grab David's foot, dragging him behind us.
We make it back to the main floor and every guy is cuffed and sitting against a wall. I count only fifteen guys.
There was sixteen.
I drop David's leg and walk to one of the guys that looks the least stoned or drunk.
I bend to his level.
