Bane Stratus
SHE’S HERE. Danny's little sister is in this house. I knew this time would come, that I would have to face her. To explain why I left. To explain everything. This is going to hurt. Maybe me more than her. She is the only person that could bring these feelings from me. The only person who could make me feel things I never want nor could feel for anyone else.
Anger radiates off her, I deserve her wrath for leaving but I had to. I hated it. She has the power to destroy. Just like she did two years ago. I wanted her then, and I want her now. But it can never happen. She is Danny's little sister. She is Monkey, the little girl I would cut my dick off before hurting and I did just that.
Taking a second to admire her, I noticed how much she has grown. She was no longer the young teenage girl I almost kissed all those years ago. She was gorgeous. She was all women. She wore black cut off shorts and a grey Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt. Her long black hair was pulled up in a messy bun on the top her head. She looked disheveled but striking in a natural way. Her long legs went on for days and ended in a pair of black and white Vans.
She continued to tap her foot nervously. I wanted to calm her, reassure her everything was going to be okay. But I didn't know if it was going to be okay. Fuck.
I sat down in the chair next to her and placed my hand on her knee. She startled, but didn't look up. Her posture seemed lost, hunched over. Her breathing hitched as I stroked her knee. The way her body reacted to mine, sent a jolt to my cock. What is wrong with me, she just lost her brother. She doesn't need this. Not me acting like a hormonal teenager. She needs answers, closure. I can give her answers, but closure, that is a lot harder to obtain.
"I suppose you want answers, and I will give them to you, but understand your brother s involvement and my involvement was involuntary"
“I don’t understand any of this” she whispers, “he is dead, and I am here with you”, her hand comes up and wipes tears that have fallen from her sullen eyes.
Rip it off like a band-aid. She needs to hear this. I sigh. "It’s not going to get better, I have to tell you things. Things you don’t want to hear.” I take a big breath and continue, “the club your father opened and my father invested in was not only a gentleman club. It was and is a sex trafficking ring that kidnaps young girls and sells them to the highest bidder" I let this sink in. She looks like she is about to vomit. I always saw the disapproval of her father's business in her eyes, but she never said anything, the dutiful daughter, even though unwanted. Now she knows she turned the other cheek, even thought there was nothing she could do. But instead of getting sick she nods, giving me the okay to continue. So, brave.
"They hired an agency called The Quarter, they provided the girls and gained a profit on their sales and this continued every Saturday at an auction. When your brother and I turned eighteen our fathers decided to give us a birthday present, a job. Two girls barely sixteen were strapped to chairs, gagged and bound". They had been beaten and starved, I didn't tell her that.
The memory suffocated me and left a bad rancid taste in my mouth. I'll never forget the fear in their eyes. They looked tormented and broken. They could have been Jesse, I thought.
“They had been there awhile and according to our father they were ours for our birthday. On one condition, both girls had to be terminated in the end”. She looks horrified. She won’t know the half of it.
"We thought it was a joke. I mean we were not virgins, but Jesus. These girls looked terrified, it sure as hell didn't make me hard" she grimaced, she didn’t need to know that "sorry. So, when your brother told your father "no" he didn't take it so well. He grabbed one of the girls and put a bullet in her head. Stating we could have fun with the other one but if she isn't dead by the end of the night, you would be dead as well or worse sold". Her body stills and I think she stops breathing. I continue stroking her knee, in hopes it calms her. I’m lucky she is even letting me touch her after I left, and worse I humiliated her. I made her think she was easy, I taunted her with just a few words. That the last impression I left. She should hate me.
She was pale, hell who wouldn't be? She stared at me as if I was sporting two heads instead of one. I brought my other hand to her shoulder, "Breathe Jess, breath for me girl, I know this is hard but it needs to be said, you need to know what we have been trying to stop". That rights, babygirl. We’re going to stop them. She took one courageous breath and let it out, trying to calm herself. Her color was returning to normal. She nodded, but still never made eye contact. Brave girl.
I continued, "your brother nodded in agreement, and told your father that we wanted to take her to his room and that he wouldn't be disappointed. Your brother was a better actor than me. You know that. We took the frightened girl into his bedroom, trying our best to calm her. We did the only thing that would keep you safe. He shot her. But that wasn't what your father wanted out of that night. He needed leverage. He knew your brother and I wouldn't rape the girl, we would make it quick and painless. We aren't heartless. But he placed multiple cameras in the room to catch us murdering her. If we betrayed him he would claim, we kidnapped the girls and killed them for our own pleasure.”
“We were stuck. That is how we became in charge of the training. We didn't kidnap the girls but we made sure they were "buyer ready"". She put a hand up to stop me as if my words were acid to her ears. She was going to be sick, and I would be too, if this wasn't my normal. I mean she just found out her brother trained kidnapped girls to suck cock and that her father was the leader in sex trafficking ring and planned to sell her to highest bidder. After a few slow-ticking seconds she finally makes eye contact. Water escapes her striking grey eyes and it takes everything out of me to not catch the stray tear with my tongue. Just one taste.
"Why did you leave" she whispered, her sweet voice constricted by dejection. I knew this question would be asked, I just didn't expect the pain behind it.
"I had too, to keep you safe", I hiss. It was the hardest thing I ever did.
"Your father saw the interaction between us that night. He told Carlos to come get me and bring me to his office. He informed me that I was replaced and that I could leave or die, with you. But if I disappear and never speak of the club again, you would be safe". For now.
“After I had left that night, his precious guards found me leaving my apartment. They beat me with mere seconds to the end of my life. With a final warning, "Stay gone.”
“Why did you humiliate me, you said horrible things, I would have done anything for you”
“Believe me, hurting you was never my plan. But they couldn’t know that.”
She stood slowly, I was afraid her legs were going to give out any minuet. But she stood strong, she was fearless. She didn't need to hide behind that facade. Not with me. Never with me.
"So how does this end, why did my brother die" she stated. She walks to the kitchen sink and braces herself on her arms. Preparing for the answer.
"Your brother started working with man named Jay, he is a scummy piece of shit and wasn’t much better than your father, but he had some morals, he wanted to finally bring down the depravity and set those girls free. Your brother saw a chance to save you so he took it. They set out to destroy the empire by turning all the sponsors against the club with blackmail and force. You’re looking at the force.”
She looks up at me, sorrow filling her gaze, my hearts aches to comfort her but hold back and continue.
“But your mother found out. She was displeased to say the least. I mean, who was going to pay for her new ass if they didn't sell less fortunate girls to hardened criminals and rich assholes. So, she told your father. Danny found out that your father knew and planned to have him sold or imprisoned for his betrayal. We planned on faking his death”
Her eyes widened and shock took over. I put my hands up to stop her. I know what she was thinking. But no, this doesn't have a happy ending. I shook my head, ending the fantasy. Her shoulders hunched, but I continued.
"Jay’s supplier got us the drug that would make it look like an overdose. If he gets the antidote within 24 hours the affects would be reversed. But the drug was swapped. Someone swapped the preloaded syringe with heroin and not the lab created toxin we intended. He was murdered.”
“I first thought it was Jay, but he has everything to lose if this fails. Maybe your father has a motive we don't know about. Because your brother being dead doesn't benefit the Montgomery name" I took her small cold hands into my large ones. "You were supposed to come here and find him here, and we would find a way to all disappear. But now you're here, and he is not. I must finish what he started, and keep you safe. I will protect you". For Danny. For me.