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CHARLES
“I'm ready to get the fuck out of here. This party is lame.”
"We can go soon. We have to show our face and let everybody know we're still around." I shook my head and took a drink of my water.
"I fucking hate these things. This is why I always send you. Next time I'm not going, you can go alone." My best friend put his drink down on the table nearby.
“Whatever. You gotta get out of the house sometimes. You can't sit at home all alone all the time.” Billy hated people. He only dealt with them when he had to.
"I can do whatever the fuck I want. That's why I make all this money. So I can do what I want." He crossed his arms over his chest, and I almost laughed aloud. He was like a small child, stomping his foot to get his way.
There was screaming in the corner, and we went over to see what was happening. "Did you hear that? It sounds like a girl. She's screaming."
Being the protector that I was, I ran off, and Billy followed behind. In the kitchen was a guy who was probably close to six foot five inches tall, maybe an inch or two taller than Billy. He had his hand wrapped around the arm of a girl. She was by no means a small girl averaging probably about five foot eight inches. Still, with her petite build, there was no way she could overtake the monster that was holding her.
“Is there a problem here?” Billy asked.
I just stood back and watched, letting him take the lead here. I never knew what Billy would do, and I had to always be ready.
The guy shook his head. “Nope. Mind your fucking business anyway.”
Charles and I glanced at the girl, and her big brown eyes were wide with fear. I swore I saw her shake her head slightly at us.
"Are you sure nothing is going on here?" Billy asked again.
One of the guys in the kitchen came walking over to us. “He told you that everything was fine. Now mind your own fucking business and get out.”
I was ready to leave, not wanting any trouble. The girl was beautiful, and I hoped nothing was going on. But in this world, I knew different. I saw women abused by men all the time. But, unfortunately, you couldn't save them all, if any.
This one seemed to catch Billy's eye, though, and he wouldn't leave it alone. Billy walked over to the tall man. "Well, we heard screaming from the other room, and if everything was fine, why is she screaming?"
The guy let the girl's arm go, almost shoving her away from him. But instead, he met Billy, close to touching nose to nose. "I told you to get the fuck out."
I glanced over at the girl, and I could see bruises now under her eye and on her arm. There was no fucking way I was leaving her alone with this dick head.
While Billy was facing off with the guy, I nodded at her to come over to me. She quickly hurried, and I shoved her behind me as the other guys in the room reached for their guns. The big bully held up his hand and waved for them to put them down. "Not now, guys, let the scum go. She'll be crawling back to me in no time. She can't live without me."
I heard the girl whimper behind me, and I knew we had to get her the fuck out of there. Billy backed away from the guy, watching them.
“Well, I think she's gonna come home with us tonight.”
The guy snorted. “That's fine. She's a slut anyway and will sleep with anybody. Have a good time. Don't use her up too much.”
I saw Billy clench his hands at his sides, and I knew he wanted to hit him. There was nothing Billy hated more than when a man disrespected a woman.
I turned around and put my arm around her. She was trembling against me. "Don't worry," I said softly. "We'll get you out of here. I promise." Billy and I left the kitchen, watching if they changed their minds about letting us go.
We'd been in enough of these situations and knew that just because they let us go right now didn't mean we wouldn't hear from them again. Billy and I were drug and gun smugglers. We've been doing it since we were kids on the street, working for other guys until we finally built our own business. We met in foster care, running away together to get out of the house where we were abused. We managed to live in the streets, making our way, and now here we are 20 years later, billionaires owning our own business. Billy was the muscle of the group. He ran all the security and made sure everything happened safely. I was the brains. I worked on contracts, made the deals, and was good at sweet-talking our way out of situations.
I took off my jacket and put it around the girl's shoulders. As we walked out of the house, we got to my Tahoe, and I looked over at Billy. "I'm gonna ride in the back with her; you drive." He nodded in agreement, and I threw my keys at him. I opened the door and helped her inside; she was still shaking.
Billy started in the car, and we drove off. The further away we got, the more she calmed down.
Finally, I spoke. "So, what is your name?"
“I'm Isabella.” She responded quietly.
