Her Eyes Under My Possession

chapter 35

"Again I ask what the fuck this has to do with my woman?" Demon shouted.

"Well, the possessions go with everything. If a girl has a sister and no family, the sister becomes his. If one of his girls gets knocked up the baby is born and grows and then becomes another little earner for him," Sean said and stood. His hands were shaking.

"What does this mean? That Violet is a whore?"

No, he knew she wasn't a whore. He'd been her first, and he'd be her fucking last. No man threatened his girl.

"No. From what we can gather her mother, Valerie Walter gave birth in the quiet. She saved up enough money. Violet was an unexpected baby. Her mother gave birth in secret, and she kept Violet a secret. Most women in her occupation end up having their children taken off them. We don't know everything that happened in Valerie's case, but her daughter stayed with her." Sean handed him some photos.

"How could she have afforded this?" Demon glanced down at the baby photos of Violet.

"You ever wondered why Violet talks really slow and watches everyone?" Sean had seen her when Demon had brought her to the club. As Demon thought about it, he noticed how she talked slowly and quietly. Never raising her voice. "I can see you can get my meaning. Valerie Walter was born in the United Kingdom. Violet Moore is a British Citizen with an American working visa. Dominic is looking for her because she's part of a debt that was kept hidden. Valerie kept the existence of her daughter quiet. She was schooled by a local priest who took pity on the girl."

Demon glanced down at the other piece of paper handed to him. Violet at eighteen. Her full name was Dakota Violet Walter.

"How did you know all this?" There was so much information for him to take in. His head felt full as if it would burst if he wasn't careful.

"We traveled to England and found the place. I've been hunting Green for a long time. Violet is the first break we've got." Sean rubbed his fingers together.

"What happened to her mother?"

"We found the local priest. Unfortunately, he'd been beaten to a bloody pulp and killed before we could get anything out of him. However, they hadn't burnt his church or house to the ground, and we had the paperwork for Violet. Every little detail of how he got her out of the United Kingdom and into the States. It would seem the priest had a soft spot for the girl and the mother as he kept notes of them in his journal. The reason Tate couldn't find her was that she wanted to stay hidden. She has no immediate traceability to anyone who looked. She's nothing more than a ghost.."

Demon didn't like the thought of where this was going. "Are you telling me, Violet is in trouble?"

Sean glanced at Stephen and the owner nodded his head. "Green never gives up, and the last sighting of him he was on American soil, Demon."

Demon sat in his car, staring at the house. He glanced at the file that contained all the information on the woman he loved. She was in danger, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Turning the car off, he walked into the house. He heard her in the kitchen. Anne would have left for the day. His life had gone from shit to worse in a matter of hours. It was only eight at night, and he felt he'd been up for days.

Violet stood at the corner. He saw she was using a rolling pin on some dough, humming to herself. She hadn't looked up to see him. Did she even know he stood there? Violet glanced up and smiled at him.

"Hi."

He stared at her smiling face, feeling drained and exhausted.

"Who's Valerie Walter?" Demon asked. He watched her pale and sway on her feet. Usually, he'd leave her, but this time he didn't trust himself. The tension in the air grew between them. He knew, by looking at her face, that the file contained the truth about her.

"How do you know her name?"

"A prostitute and known drug smuggler. She also has a history of convincing young girls to become part of the ring."

Her tears fell. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Demon moved closer into the room until he stood in front of her. "Don't lie to me, Violet. You could be in danger. Do you understand that?" He shook her as the fear overcame him.

"Stop it. You're hurting me." The tears in her cascaded down her cheeks.

"Why didn't you come to me? Why? I could have protected you." Demon knew what he was saying was wrong.

"Because this has nothing to do with you," she said.

"Nothing to do with me? Violet, these people are real. They don't forget anything." She was shaking in his arms.

"They don't know about me, and what you said about my mother was wrong." She attempted to pull away from him. Demon held her tighter.

"Violet, your mother has a record. She got caught."

"They were only using her. I never knew everything she did. I wasn't part of it. All I had to do was be quiet until they went away."

He watched the tears fall down her face. His heart felt like it was being butchered by a blunt knife. "You could have told me," he said.

"Why?"

"I love you."

She shook her head. He held on, but she was too frantic. She pulled out of his arms and slapped his face.

"You don't love me. You like to think you can control me."

"That's not the way it is," he yelled.

Their first fight.

"You've warned me about your controlling nature before. Do you even want me now? The daughter of a whore?"

He knew how broken she was. She looked like the world was on top of her shoulders. "I'm going to take care of you."

"No. You're not."

She ran.

****

Violet ran with the hope of escaping her past. She'd never thought her day could end like this. For the past few days, she'd thought about nothing but telling him her shameful secret. Only he'd somehow found out. She didn't know how. The cold felt good on her exposed skin. The pain helped her get past so many obstacles.

Her head was ringing. Demon was so angry with her. Violet ran until a stitch in her side rendered her useless. Gasping for breath she rested her hands on the back of a park bench. She was in love with Demon Ashwood, and he knew her secret. The daughter of a whore. He would never allow himself to touch her again.

The love she'd finally found was lost to her forever. The only mistake she'd ever made was being born. She'd not been party to that. Her tears fell as the hopelessness of her situation overcame her. Life moved too fast. The changes were unexpected.

"Well, I guess if you want something hard enough, they'll practically walk right into your hands."

Violet stood up. Two men approached. She didn't recognize anything about them. The danger was present, and she thought about what Tate had taught her. The few moves he'd had time to show her before Demon came for her. The moment one of the men was close enough she slapped him while she kicked the other between the legs. She ran before she had time to think about what she was doing.

The wind rushed out of her as another man took her down, slamming her against the hard cement path.

A cry escaped her, and then darkness.

Demon was frantic. She'd taken off without arguing with him. Why had she left him like that? He'd take care of her no matter what. Grabbing his mobile he punched in the numbers as he followed the direction she'd taken.