Page 14 of Madame Mayhem
“Bull, he’s gone. I know he was older than me, but we just clicked Fi. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Don’t worry about explaining it to me. I get it. Love is love right.”
She sniffles drawing back, she’s even prettier when she’s crying. She takes a swallow of her drink and I’m glad I have the extra truth serum from already starting to drink earlier in the day.
“Compartmentalization is something you master when you've been through what I have. I can be an ice-cold savage when I need to, when it comes to the fuckin' perverted, vile, demonic men... I drop that ice box right where my heart is supposed to be and a motherfucker will get lit up!” I explain. “But when it came to those girls that were trafficked right along with me, empathy is all I knew. Who the fuck else was willing to understand what they're going through?”
“Fuck, I wish I was the one who got the call, I would have made sure your father didn’t go to jail.”
I shook my head. “What’s done is done. When I was held captive and a new girl would come in, I would always be the one reach out to them, to comfort them ya know. I remember what it was like for me when I first got there, it was absolutely terrifying and the evil shit some of the girls went through, to see them in that state, just made my heart crack up. Some of them were made to do worse stuff than I had to do. I still have nightmares Lily. It's impossible for me to see a girl in fear or pain and not comfort them to let them know that I got them.”
“Shit.” Lily keeps drinking. “I need another drink if I’m going to listen to this. We’ve barely had any of these cases at the station – this is the type of stuff that makes me want to stay there so I can make sure it doesn’t happen again.” I squeeze her hands, silently thanking for caring at all.
“Being kidnapped and trafficked at such a young age, having to endure the pain of not only myself going through it, but seeing all my girls go through it…Man.” I shake my head, tears welling up in my eyes. “To see them coming out on the other side, still alive was- and still is amazing to me.”
“Some of them survived Fi?”
“Yeah, they sure did. Just like me. Tough as nails. I remember every single one of their names too. Never forgotten. I hope they’re somewhere now living their best lives.” Wistfully, I sigh thinking about it.
“The whole experience was a lesson in empathy for me, as traumatic as the experience was, it gave me a sense of purpose in my life, I want to help women and girls who are dealing with shit other people are just not gonna understand how to deal with. For me, it's just love, I just give them love and do what I can in my power to keep them safe.”
“Wow. You’re my hero Fi.”
Chapter Seven: Resurrection through Fire
Slash
Ping.Looking down at my phone I see the text from Sledge.
SLEDGE: Get everyone to the table in 20. Very bad news.
ME:Truly?A grin grifts over my face as I stare at my phone.
SLEDGE:Yeah. Huge. See you soon.
“Baby, it’s game time. Quit playing with your eyebrows in there. We got a Church meeting in twenty. You ready?”
“Built for this life.” Fi stands in the doorframe of the bathroom seductively posing. Her long, toned legs shaved and glistening. She’s fresh faced and straight out of the shower just how I like her. She’s not one who needs a cake face full of make-up. She’s got this raw sex appeal that’s hot to touch. If I didn’t know her before I would say she’s the epitome of a biker’s girl for sure.
Her smile is a mile wide, and her long dirty blonde hair is piled up top of her head in a messy bun. I can’t think of a better woman to be on my arm for life. She’s the one I want now and forever.
“Get over here sexy. I need those lips on mine.”
She reaches me padding across to me with her bare feet, curling her arms easily around my neck. Her leg wedges between mine and the fresh smell of strawberry shampoo fills my nostrils. Her hair’s still damp from the shower. I run my fingers through it, inhaling the sweet scent.
“Same shampoo babe,” she whispers like soft wind in my ear.
“It’s not when it’s in your hair. It smells like an excuse to have hot sex before a Church meeting. That’s what it smells like to me.” Her easy giggle lights up my world as I run a snake trail with my fingers down her back. We slot together like two peas in a pod. I drink in her lips letting my mouth ride in time with her pouty cherry lips. My cock is waking up from its slumber and if I don’t stop, I’m going to have to lay her down real quick.
“Hmm, a quickie?”
“Huh, we got twenty minutes. It can work for me if it can work for you,” I tell her her erect nipples taunting me with their presence.
“Fuck yeah, let’s do it. You gotta keep your voice down this time,” she laughs and I snort because it’s Fi with the loud moaning and groaning episodes.
“Are you for real?” She shuts me up putting one of her fingers to my mouth as a silencer.
“More than for real… I’m yours.”