Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
After the initial rescue when I’d finally been able to go visit the children and see what kind of state they were in, we’d said fuck it and just went ahead and got the others out immediately.
Seeing that shit firsthand shed a whole new light on the situation and my team assured me they could get in and out without loss of life to any of the children we were rescuing. Blossom had wanted to come but again I held firm on that.
There was no way I was letting her get anywhere near this shit. Some of the young girls had atrocious injuries. Wounds that because of their placing you knew right away what had caused them.
Like the one child who’d been tied up like a dog since her captivity, her poor little wrists were rubbed raw almost to the bone. I couldn’t bear the stories that the psychiatrist dad had brought in had to share.
Things she’d recorded because it was all going to be used in the media and the courts when I got through exposing these assholes. I’d had to put that off for a minute as well. Couldn’t very well do it so soon after having their blood on my hands, that might raise all types of suspicions.
I spent those first few days between home and the safe house. I couldn’t forget in helping them that she needed me just as much. We’d had a small private ceremony for her father who she didn’t get to see in the closed casket.
I didn’t want her seeing the fuck without a face. I’d identified him by what was left of him only to reassure myself that he was really gone but there was no way I was letting her see that.
We were finally able to concentrate on her pregnancy for the first time as well. She no longer seemed to carry that haunting fear from before. She never once asked what had happened to the two men but I’m pretty sure she knew.
I picked that up about the third time she hugged me out of nowhere and kissed me long and hard before saying thank you and walking away.
When the story did finally break on the six o’clock news weeks later that shit went national in a matter of hours and from there it just took the fuck off. It became an international issue within twenty-four hours.
People were scrambling to find their asses. Anyone who’d ever had any association with the two men were back peddling like an Olympic gold medalist in the final stretch. Everyone was suspect.
Of course the big guns came down from Washington, they wanted to know where Carla had gotten her information, since they were now into trampling the rights of people’s freedom of speech I’d made sure to cover both our asses. I fed her a lesser evil so to speak, one of the elite that had been a part of the sick fuck network of pedophiles.
Only I made sure that when she tugged on that string the senator and the doctor fell right into her lap. For all she knew I only knew about the tycoon I’d thrown her. I did that to protect my wife.
It had taken me a lot of maneuvering and bullshit to be able to tie everything up neatly without her name ever coming up. I had to leave out her father’s name in the end; there was no way to implicate him without getting her involved but that was a small price to pay.
Everyone was searching for the two missing men. Of course it’s widely believed that they’re hiding out somewhere so the news reached to every corner of the fucking earth. I’d protected the children by keeping their names out of the public eye.
Those who decided or whose families decided to tell their story had the option if they so chose but no one could get near them. Whistler had tied up the estates in so much litigation their families had been only too happy to settle with the victims.
In the end they just wanted it to all go away. The world did not take the buying and selling of children into sexual slavery very lightly. There was damn near a witch-hunt in Washington, everyone was watching everyone else and as was to be expected there was a lot of finger pointing going on.
I’d given Carla the copies of what we’d found and held onto the originals of course. We had a list of names on there of men who I was sure thought they’d escaped because their money and names had shrouded them but these fucks would soon be visited in the dead of night.
There was about to be an outbreak of something deadly among the world’s elite. Couldn’t make it too bloody though I’d like to cut their fucking heads off. But that would definitely raise some questions.