Unintentional

Wrath

Jacey

I couldn't stay on the phone with 'Ree for too much longer. The way her pleading voice sounded made me want to tuck my tail and head back home. I couldn't leave until I did what I came here to do. I had to make Nyree think that I was still back in Louisiana; at least until I took care of her bitch of a fiancée. I straightened my posture a bit when I heard the side door open and close, followed by a few yelps, and dragging feet. "Let go of me, bitch ass nigga!" I couldn't hold back my smile as I heard Jourdin's fearful voice fill the room. The loud noise of sneakers scraping the floor echoed throughout the warehouse as they turned the corner, approaching me. 

I rose from our counting desk that was sitting in the middle of the room. It was nothing but open space, making it the perfect place for what was about to go down. Ray and Shad fought to get him strapped up to a chair as I stood watching. It didn't take much for my men to find him; Ironically he was out for a run. It honestly pissed me off that he was going about the day as if he didn't have his woman and child locked up in the house. I wanted to bash his head in as he looked up at me as if I was the one in the wrong. As if I was the monster here. I couldn't help myself; before I knew it, I had punched him one good time sending his body sideways.

Still confined by the ropes, he hung in a slanted position allowing the blood to flow from his mouth freely. He glared up at me again, "If you brought me here to kill me, go ahead and do it. I'm not telling you shit." My ears perked up suddenly. Of course I was gonna kill him, but not until I got what I needed from him. I just wanted to know why; this whole operation had to be bigger than just Raoul. I chuckled to myself, smiling at Jourdin. I had only guessed it was something else, but I never really knew. He just snitched on himself and he hadn't even been here a full minute yet; maybe he wasn't as smart as I thought he was. 

I looked over at Shad and Ray who were standing on either side of him. With a simple nod, they both tilted his chair towards the ground so that Jourdin was lying flat. I put a dirty rag over him and stood over his body with a big jug of water. Water Torture was one of the simplest forms, but it was pretty effective. I planned on using every form of torture when it came to this little bitch. As he lay beneath me, I felt satisfaction in seeing his body go out of control as he fought to breathe. I wasn't letting up either, I had 5 full jugs, and I was prepared to use them all. I tossed the first jug aside, and grabbed the second as Ray lifted the piece of cloth from his mouth.

"So this is the little bitch that likes to sell little girls?" He smirked towards me and Shad before looking back at Jourdin. "Oh not just that, nephew; young girls, grown girls, poor and helpless girls..." I listed. I saw all the pictures on backpage. I could never get into that kind of business. Selling drugs and weapons were one thing, stealing objects was another thing, but stealing people? Let's be honest here, these girls are forced into this. No girl or woman ever wants to grow up into something like this. They have to literally take people against their will, and to know that this man made a career out of it was sending me over the edge. 

I wanted him gone. I wanted him dead already, but he wasn't getting the easy way out; I couldn't let him. He had to pay for all those girls he ruined. For all the families he's probably broken. Parents have probably gone bankrupt in attempts to find their kids again; I know I would. How could this man sleep at night knowing he just pawned off someone's little girl? How is he comforted by the fact that these girls will be repeatedly raped day in and day out for the rest of their lives? I had to take a moment to calm myself as my mind came to a brutal realization. Did he ever hurt Nyree like that?

My stomach dropped as the image of Jourdin forcing himself onto her flashed through my mind. He's probably done it plenty of times already. I could feel myself shaking; I was boiling with rage. I didn't hold back as I kicked him in the face repeatedly. Because of him I had to cater to two girls who were damaged. Because of him, I missed out on 6 whole years with Nyree. I missed out on being Lacey's biological father; it should've been me all along. I would've never done this to them. I don't even let my employees socialize with my family unless I know they were safe to bring around. I never brought my work home to my family; I kept my personal life out of my business.