Forbidden Desire

Chapter 10

"And that's why I need to know if you have any video evidence of him leaving. Hell, if I had evidence of him fucking that woman then that would be even better." I explained to Devon. Cleaning a glass, Devon just shook his head at me.
"Bryn, you don't have to explain any of that to me. I figured you were going to file for divorce after what I'd told you. Hell, that's exactly what I would do. So that's why I went ahead and made a copy of the recording. And that's why I have someone taking care of the other part of your explanation." He placed the glass on a shelf and turned back to me.
"Thank you." I smiled softly and placed my hand around my beer.
"Don't mention it." He took out his phone and narrowed his eyes at what he saw.
"You ok?" I asked him after swallowing a drink.
"What? Yeah. I have to go take care of some business later is all." He shoved his phone in his back pocket and turned to me with a smile.
"What?" I questioned.
"You up for some fun tonight?"
"Depends on what you have in mind."
"I'm not going to put you in danger." Devon whined dramatically.
"Then yeah."
"Sweet. Meet me here at midnight." Nodding my head, I picked up my phone from the bar and opened up the text app.

"I'm going out with some friends I made in class. Not sure what time I'll be back. Heading back to the hotel soon to shower and change. Hope to see you there." -T

"I'll see you then." I placed a ten on the counter and headed back to the hotel. Got to play it cool right? Be the sweet, innocent wife who doesn't know anything of her husband's affair.

Connor's POV
We were sitting in an interrogation room. Sheriff Sawyer and I were sitting directly in front of Ashley while she was crying. Can't really blame her for it either. Looking over the poor girl would make anybody feel bad.
She was covered in cuts and bruises. Her right eye swollen shut. Whoever did this to her, which we know who did, showed no mercy.
"Honey, you've got to tell us everything." The sheriff solemnly told her.
"Like go into detail? Dad, I can't." Ashley broke down crying again. Harder this time.
"Ashley..."
"No dad!" She yelled at him. Sawyer turned to look at me, begging for help.
"Ashley. Tell us who did this to you. Now." She glanced over at me with one eye, pleading. I sighed and stood.
"Sawyer, why don't you let Ashley and I speak in private. Ok?" He turned red but nodded.
"I'll be behind the glass, listening and recording." He whispered to me. I only gave him a curt nod before he turned and left the room. After a couple of minutes, Ashley finally spoke.
"It was Cameron Smith, Connor. He thought I was your woman and came after me. No matter how many times I'd told him that we weren't together, he still wouldn't stop."
"Ash, I need details on everything he did to you. You can't leave anything out." I pressed. Slumping her shoulders, she finally gave in.
"I was walking to my car when he approached. You could tell he was high right away by the way his pupils were. He kept asking where you were, but I told him how the fuck should I know. I'm not his woman. Apparently he didn't like that because next think I knew, I was shoved into a car that just drove up. I tried to get out but the doors were on child lock. And then I started to scream. He told me to shut up a few times and when I didn't stop, he punched me so fucking hard." She pointed at her eye that was swollen.
"And then what happened?"
"You know the clothes I wear makes me feel sexy. Well he thought so too because next thing I know, he has me pinned against the seat. I was on my stomach. He ziptied my wrists behind me and started to pull my skirt up. I tried fighting back, but I wasn't strong enough. He pushed my head into the seat and I heard him unzip his pants. And that when, that's when he...He wasn't gentle. It hurt so fucking bad. He hit me a few times more while fucking raping me! He choked me. He got a knife out and started slicing me! The driver was in on it too. Cameron made him pull the car over and the driver got out and pulled me out of the back. They both took me. At the same time. In horrible fucking ways. Two dicks in one hole doesn't not feel great. It hurts like a fucking bitch. Luckily, a group of men caught them. Scared Cameron and his driver and they left quickly. And now I'm here." Ashley hugged herself and let her head fall. I'm proud of her for telling us. Now we have enough evidence to lock that piece of shit away. I'm sure if they weren't caught, then Ashley would be dead by now.
"You're brave, Ash. Always remember that." I stood up and walked out of the room.
Sawyer was fuming. Which he has every right to be. Hell, I'd be on a killing spree for whoever did that to my daughter.
"Now you see why I want you to be in my back pocket?" I asked calmly. He turned his hate-filled eyes towards me.
"You know what I'm associated with. You know the shit we don't fucking put up with." I threw my thumb in Ashley's direction. "If we have you, then we can take care of this shit ourselves. So no one would have to go through the shit she went through."
"Yeah. Alright, Connor. Do whatever you need to do to keep my town fucking safe." I nodded and left the station.
Walking to my car, my phone started ringing. Answering it and putting up to me ear, I greeted the caller with a quick yeah.
"Well that ain't no way to answer a friend." Devon huffed. Rolling my eyes, I got in the car.
"Ashley got fucked up." I merely said, resting my head back.
"That bad?"
"Oh yeah. If people didn't catch on to what was happening then she'd be dead."
"Cameron?"
"Yep." Devon sighed angrily. For being a big fucking man, he was a gentle soul. And that's one of the things I admired about him.
"So what's the plan?" He asked me. I smiled angrily.
"We're taking care of it. Sawyers with us now."
"Good. When do we start?" I gripped the steering wheel and pulled out on the road.
"Tonight."
"I'll be there." Devon paused. "Fuck."
"What's wrong?" I questioned, swerving onto the interstate.
"Bryn." I narrowed my eyes.
"What about her? Is she safe?" My heart started beating faster.
"She's good. I just told her to meet me here at midnight."
"Why?" I gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"She's down. Her husband is fucked up for doing the shit he's causing her. I wanted to take her mind off things."
"And what did you have in mind, Devon?" I asked through clenched teeth.
"Street race." I chuckled. For a second I thought...never mind, I'm not even going to finish that.
"That does sound like fun. Then let's make our job quick. I'll meet you at the usual spot around 10:30. Gives us enough time to get our shit taken care of."
"Sounds good to me. See you then." I hung up and headed to my hotel. The one that Bryn was so happening to be staying at. If she was feeling down, then I might have just an idea of what could cheer her up. I smiled and sped up.