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Playing Tough Guy: Chapter 12

No matter how much it hurt, finally having closure with my father, sorry, Dan, was what I needed. The last straw was Annie saying nothing, even after she stood there and listened to Dan admit that he would have killed me if it wasn't for her. A small part of me thought we should walk out of there with me, and we would leave him in the dust, but I should have known that she will always take his side.

I guess I can't really blame her, he is her dad, and he never did anything to hurt her, the only reason she has to hate him is me, which obviously isn't enough. I think it will be good for me to have some space from them though, including Annie.

Kim and I are preparing to go undercover, getting dressed up in our sluttiest clothes. I had to go buy a new dress today, I didn't have anything that would cover up my burn. I feel more than uncomfortable, it's skin tight and reaches right above my knee, the front scoops right above my breasts, making them look larger than they really are, the back has slits that connect to the zipper all the way down. Even though the majority of my skin is exposed, Kim is showing a lot more than me. Her dress barely passes her butt, it's red and long sleeved, but simple. She paired it with some thigh high boots, while I decided on stripper heels.

While we're getting ready, Kim starts explain what we are getting ourselves into. "Have you ever gone under like this before." She asks.

I shake my head, "Have you?"

"Once before, when I was still a patrolmen." She walks over to me. "I was with another girl, she told me to turn off the light in my eyes, you need to." Little did Kim know, I had to work to keep it on. I played the part though, mirroring her emotionless stare, she slaps some dark red lipstick on my lips and we head out to meet the rest of the unit.

I feel very exposed, scared that there's one bruise left that everyone can see, or a scar that I didn't hide. Even though that's crazy because I've become a master at hiding them all over the years, plus, even the worst bruises don't last that long, trust me. The look I get from Jay probably scares me the most, he looks like he wants to eat me.

I still haven't recovered from what went down yesterday, and I definitely don't get why he did it. It was the last thing I was expecting, especially after we both agreed work place relationships were stupid. I guess I'm jumping ahead of myself anyway, he said it was just a fluke and we moved on, so there's really no reason to dwell on it. I just can't get the feeling of his lips on mine out of my head.

The night feels like a blur, I'm so nervous I barely notice what's happening around me. Kim has a wire in her boot, while I have one in my bra. Our goal is to go in, catch something and then get out. Eventually, the team drops us off at the place where we are supposed to get picked up. We both wait impatiently, but slip back into the act when a big, black SUV pulls up and we are ushered inside. The drive to wherever we are going is silent. I memorize the faces of the two men inside with us, both Hispanic and heavier set, one has an LK tattoo on his neck and the other has a very noticeable birthmark on his forehead.

This is one of those moments where I'm glad I don't have to pretend to not be a happy person, I'm sure this act is hard for Kim, but being a prostitute is one of few things in life that I haven't had to live through, so I've sort of got the "Pit of Despair" look down.

We pull up to a house, and everything happens so fast I don't really get a good look a it. We are pulled in the front door quickly, and I am shocked at the amount of people inside. There has to be at least 15, I start to get a little nervous. I don't want to have to do anything before we get our information. Guessing by the look on Kim's face, she's thinking the same thing.

We are ushered to another room, that just has one couch and very dim lighting. "Wait here." The mans says, and we both sit down, waiting anxiously. Another man walks in, he seems familiar, he was definitely in the video, I remember the tattoos.

"Hello ladies," He says smirking and walking towards us, "Which one of you wants to go first?"

Before Kim or I can say a thing, one of his guys calls him back, "Joaquin!" He yells, "Ven aca.(Come here.)" Joaquin does as he's told and the two spend a few moments whispering in Spanish. Joaquin looks us up and down, before nodding and heading back over.

I stand and slightly push myself up against him, "What's the matter baby, don't you wanna have some fun?"

He tightens his grip around my back and whispers in my ear, "Sorry, but I don't like having cops as my play things." Before I can even register what he's said, he plunges his hand down the front of my shirt and rips the wire out, smashing it on the ground.

Kim leaps up from her seat, "You're a cop?" She yells, but it's too late, they've made us. Another guy tackles her back onto the couch and shoves his hand down the front of her dress, obviously looking for a wire. They eventually find it in her shoe.

I try my hardest to get out of his grip, but he's so much stronger than me. All the sudden something hits the back of my head, my vision starts to blur and I fall to the ground. The last thing I remember is being shoved in the back of a van, and then everything goes black.

A/N: Sorry for the super short update, but I had to set the stage for chapter 13, which is full of suprises! Have a great night and thank you for reading!