Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (primary phonics .TXT) 📕

Caution: Torturous, gory, and violent scenes ahead which may be triggering to some people. Please read at your discretion.

DAMIEN

“What did you get your hands in?” Derek stood tall in front of me, his posture steel-straight. It didn’t take for anyone to know how much of a trained man he was, being served in the army for four years, before joining me five years ago.

“Sir, from the last expedition I had there, I had gathered a tape of the entire interior of the place. The Rhinestone apparently, had a second residence where he kept the girls, mostly in the basements. I didn’t quite get into the basement area, since that’s one of the most restricted and guarded but other than that I had got clips regarding the outside and the interior of the house.”

“Great,” I nodded, toying with the paperweight. I had finally concluded one and all that I wouldn’t be depending on the law anymore. They would hardly do any harm to them or probably even release considering the thick stacks of money he would throw at them.

“So, would they be enough to bring a lawsuit?” I saw him thinking for a while, as I examined his expression.

“To be honest, sir I don’t think so. They have enough money to declare them false considering they aren’t too much evidence about the crime and the trafficking they’re doing.”

“Can you extract some more? Maybe trying to get into the basement?” His expression was still cold, but I could see his left eyebrow twitching for a frown.

“That sir…” I sighed rising from my seat, keeping the paperweight down.

“I know, ain’t easy but getting a hand in there will do the ultimate strike.”

“Okay sir, I will look in there.” I gave him a tiny smile of appreciation. He was one of the rare people I had every faith in, I could rely on undoubtedly.

He walked out of the door, leaving me inside the office room, my mind going haywire with thoughts mostly concerning Lilah. I had called her up once and hearing her voice it was evident she was doing good in there, which reduced my worry a modicum.

I heard the knock on the door before I called for a ‘come in' and Ashton walked in, a file in his hand. He forwarded it to me, and I saw the title in there nodding at him.

“How did the meeting go?”

“Ms. Kaur and Mr. Johnson handled them well enough and as far as the monetary bill concerned, it's passed by the finance department after Ms. Jasmine put the firm estimation in there.” I nodded feeling tension rolling down my shoulders.

“Good.” He stood in front of me, taking the file away from my hands. I turned to my left and took the black file and handed him that. “Get it to fax for me before the lunch break.” Muttering an okay sir he walked out.

••••

It’s been a week since the time I had asked Derek to get me the entire fucking shreds of evidence needed to pursue a lawsuit against them. But my intention hadn’t been just that.

In this one month, I witnessed Louis Enterprise's stocks going down, and the company losing money, and I didn’t bother to care that they might go bankrupt anytime soon.

I didn’t care but rather felt a sudden satisfaction. The media had gone haywire with the entire thing, mostly after I had cut off our tie of five fucking years.

I couldn’t escape them, and most of the time even they too couldn’t. I witnessed the round bags under Ethan's eyes and the dark circles, his usual composure breaking down and it brought a little satisfaction to me. But the most satisfaction? It would only come on seeing the look of fear, begging, and death on their faces.

However cynical it may sound but for me, this was fucking justice. For someone raping women of any age, without mercy, running a fucking human trafficking just for some wads of cash and money.

“Did you do what I told you to?” I pressed the call against my ears, adjusting my cufflinks.

“Yes sir, You can meet them at the old town basement you asked me to bring them.”

“Yes. Okay.” I dropped the call and walked out of my office. Steven would be joining me, there.

Pushing the escalator, the car drove on the road, the last shred of winter remaining, mostly summer. My heart doesn’t feel okay, not satisfied until I accomplish it myself.

I walked out of my car into the warehouse, before I reached the basement and found the two people were desperately trying to have some hands. I stood there, hands in my dress pants as I stared at the two kneeled figures, heads covered with a black cloth.

“Remove them.” Upon my instructions, I saw one of the men removing the cloth and I was met with their faces. My blood boiled, fingers gets itchy to get a hand on but I wanted pain. Full fucking pain.

“Why the fuck did you bring us here?” Ethan spat, his eyes narrowed, jaws tight. I barked laughter, any humor dying in there.

“ To attend you after the things you had done.” I saw confusion crossing over his features but David was well known for everything. He had been fucking in the place before. 

“What does that suppose to mean?” I walked further, every step falling on the dirty floor, nearing me to my satisfaction.

I crouched in front of them, hands tied back, legs chained, there was little swelling on their faces maybe from the mishandlings to get here. “You will know soon.” I stood up and took the knife from the table and settled in there before I saw the door opening and Steven walking inside, a smirk on his face.

“We have got the two best men.” I saw him shrugging away the white coat, he was probably in the hospital. I took the knife, feeling the sharp edges of that. My eyes fell off them, Ethan was looking at the knife keenly, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing?”