Page 65 of Lilah
"Where the fuck is he?" I question darkly.
"Who?" the guy questions back but I can see in his eyes that he knows exactly what I'm talking about.
"Don't fucking play with me," I press my fist into his sternum and his eyes widen in pain. His throws his head forward and he headbutts me, his forehead only connecting with my bottom lip.
I spit the blood out and sneer at him.
"He went to a back room before all your fucking pigs came in here," he answers and I rise.
"Shut him up," I tell Roman who smirks and I go to find the sixteenth guy.
I find him in a room at the end of a long hallway, the door cracked open, a girl on his lap, and his back faced toward me.
I stalk toward him and the girl sees me. This one is older than the last two and she's actually got clothes on.
Her eyes turn wide in fear and I shake my head at her mouthing an 'I won't hurt you'.
I begrudgingly take the gun out of the back of my pants. I like to use my fists but whatever.
I press it against the back of his head and he freezes. I click off the safety and he hears it.
"Hands off," I tell him and he raises his hands from her. She runs off as soon as he does.
"Stand up," I growl at him and he does. I see him grab something to the side of him and I internally let out a sigh.
He turns and points the gun at me. I tilt my head a bit. He can't be older than twenty.
"Put it down, kid," I tell him gruffly.
A kill is a lot of fucking paperwork.
He clicks the safety off his own gun and I roll my eyes. I lower my gun, I grab onto the end of his, and I send my knee up to his elbow, breaking his arm and he drops the gun in my hand.
He lets out loud shouts in pain and I grit my teeth at the dramatic loud noise. I drag him harshly back into the main room and Maxon cuffs him as a few of my other guys bring in the remainder of the girls from isolated rooms.
I count all thirty.
The guys begin the protocol on each of the girls. I find the closest one to me.
"Name?" I ask her as Jai hands me a report to write her information down on.
"Anna Terri," she whispers, still obviously scared to death.
"Date of birth?" I finish writing her name and look up at her.
"10/11/03," she says and I grip the pen harshly. She's fifteen for fucks sake, what the fuck is wrong with these motherfuckers?
"Birthplace?"
"Chicago," she says and hope fills her eyes as she realizes she's going to go home.
This is going to be a long night.
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Thank y'all for reading! I gave you a little bit of insight on what Grey does. I'm sorry for this chapter being so depressing and all but human, especially child trafficking is very real and it truly needs to be stopped.
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