Page 15 of Angels In The Dark


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Be Your Love

Griffin

I’veworkedthisjob for over four years. A single guy recruited for an undercover assignment straight out of the police academy, I am needed here. Most importantly, I’m unattached. No one is left to worry about or miss me. I don’t have anyone to worry about either. No partner or family to be missed. I reserve all of my time and mental energy for one central focus: my job.

My first assignment out of the academy thrust me into the world of sex trafficking and drugs working at the bottom of Arrick Mathieson’s criminal enterprise. It’s not a glamorous thing, but I adjusted quickly despite regularly witnessing the realities of this life.

I started as an underling distributing drugs for Arrick Mathieson’s operation, which functions under the shell of Mathieson Enterprises. Over the years, I’ve worked my way up through the ranks. Now I stand in the boss’ inner circle as head of security and can pass along vital information to the force about his habits and operations. Unfortunately, the man is paranoid. Of course, he’s careful when it comes to his direct involvement. He distances himself so effectively we can never gather enough evidence to get him locked away.

Being so close to Arrick is an uncomfortable position. I know aiding the take-down of his drug and human trafficking operation will be worth it in the end, but morally I hate that I’m participating in such a cruel industry.

I’ve only just returned to the compound when one of the guys knocks on my door.

“Hey, boss wants to see you,” he says.

I know the kid’s face, but not his name. I think he’s here because of a debt he owes?

“What about? I was gonna head over there later to report back. Why the urgency?”

Arrick’s not normally like this. He’s a planner. Everything is calculated. Why is he ignoring routines?

“Not sure. Either wants your report, or it’s about what boss’s got locked in his office.”

That gets my attention. “What are you talking about?”

“Little John finally came through. Boss took an interest in what he brought back. I dunno man, I’m just the messenger.”

I sigh. It’s probably another woman.

Fuck.

“It’s been great for the guys though. He’s been a menace, but this chick seems to be doin’ something for ’im.”

His words confirm my fear. Arrick is unraveling fast. Since his family left, he’s started spiraling out of control. I’m impressed though. For weeks I’ve been in and out of this hellhole looking for them. But there’s nothing. They just disappeared.

“I’ll head down.”

The guy turns away and heads back to wherever he came from. I feel guilty about not knowing his name, unlike Higley who’s been on our radar since he was in high school. But it’s easier this way. It’s simpler not to have attachments.

Immediately when I first see her, I feel this pull—a gravity I’ve never felt before, which has somehow suddenly attached itself to my soul. Galaxies are formed and destroyed when I first walk into the room. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulders and full lips peek out between the strands of gold. If you look past her wounds, you can see she’s beautiful. With almost every inch of her skin on display I can clearly see every curve of her body. I’m drawn to her, and my world suddenly feels complete, but as quickly, the realization strikes me as to why she’s here, and it’s devastating.

Something so precious shouldn’t be here. Not in a place like this. Not with people like him.

“Griffin,” Arrick calls from across the room. His words sour the air. “Take care of this. I need it gone.”

“Do you want an update on—” I’m cut off before I can finish.

“No. I don’t want another fuckin’ pointless update. You have nothing, do you?” His eyebrow raises. “Right, so go. And take her with you.”

I admire her for a moment too long, and I guess Arrick takes it as indecision.

“Fuck her or kill her. I don’t care. Get rid of her.”

His words make bile rise up in my throat. I can’t stomach looking at her injuries, and I can’t ever imagine hurting her. Instincts demand I ensure her safety.

For fuck’s sake, she’s roped, and chains bind her to the room’s central pier. Cuts mar her skin, and the bruises across her body are purple. I’m sure she’s got a few broken bones, fractured ribs at the very least. There’s cum caked in her hair; blood paints her body and embeds itself under her nails.

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