CADDIE
May 17th 2018
I eagerly await Mal's arrival.
I am holding Vanko accountable for his promise to bring her over so I can witness for myself how well she is doing.
To be quite honest, I have already changed my clothing three times, touched up my makeup every twenty minutes since 8 a.m., and sprayed a shitload of my favourite perfume on.
All of this is to prepare for the possibility that he will come to the door and catch a glimpse of me. I want him to fully grasp what he is missing.
I reapply clear lipgloss to my lips, comb my fingers through my hair, and return my gaze to Jaxson, who is currently having his first nap of the day.
I stand by his crib, keeping a watchful eye on him. My face curls into a gradual smile. Even though he has Ace's blood coursing through his veins, I will always love him unconditionally, and while I have no idea where Ace has gone, to be honest, I could not care less.
I just hope he is withering away in a ditch, like the piece of shite that he is.
I can only wish for a tranquil existence free of him. He has wreaked havoc on my life. The mental, emotional, and physical pain he bestowed upon me, will stay with me forever.
I am suddenly thrust into my past, recalling the sense of fear to sleep next to him after he drank several too many bottles of liquor.
He would force himself upon me, whispering... "Stop playing hard to get and open your legs. Show me that pretty little cunt, Cadz." Roughly pulling my pants down as I cried for him to stop.
"Please Ace. Not like this, not when you've been drinking." I'd plead.
His hands always found their way to the base of my neck, his fingers wrapping themselves around my throat, marring my skin with the tips of his fingers.
His hand grasped me tighter with each thrust, and while he was cuming, he roared incoherently as he choked me till I blacked out. I rapidly discovered that he harboured a strong urge to enslave women, stripping them of their dignity as they pleaded with him to stop.
Rape.
He was thrilled by the prospect of raping me after swearing an oath to keep preditors off the streets. The possibility of never being prosecuted roused the devil within him.
And if the police department's private therapist had conducted a thorough investigation, they would have uncovered his irrational ambitions and fired him.
However, something deep within me tells me that he is not alone in the force in harbouring such desires.
Every officer is aware that on the 17th of each month, the local gang club holds an auction for its newly trafficked girls. If you pay for access to the platinum service, you are urged to act out your wildest fantasies with no restrictions, no documentation, and the assurance that you will always be protected under their jurisdiction.
And everyone is baffled as to why crime is at its peak on the 17th of each month following 4 p.m.
A rap at the door pulls me out of my tormented past. I run my hands over my summer dress as I take one last look at myself in the mirror and open the door.
I pull it open and Mal pulls me in for a bear hug. Her arms cutting off my air circulation as she hugs me tighter. "I missed you." She whispers in my ear.
I pat her on the back, my eyes peering out the door as I look for Vanko.
He didn't come and the smile that touches my eyes slowly dwindles and a pang of rejection takes its place. "I was so worried about you." My voice trembled.
I don't know if it's because I am still worried about her or because Vanko told me that he wanted me yesterday. But he hasn't made an effort to come and see me.
I guess I put him in a tough spot where Mal and Amar are concerned and I should be thankful that he kept his word. Something I'm not used to.
"Jaxson is in the room sleeping if you wanna see him" I smile at her as I pull away from our hug.
"Gods, yes! I swear I can hear his giggles in my sleep." She squeals as she walks towards the room on the far left.
I close the door with a heavy heart, tears threaten to escape and I bite my lower lip to stop it from pouting.
Out of nowhere, he jams his foot between the front door and the door jamb. He pushes the door back, just enough to grab my hand and pull me out into the corridor.
He pins me against the wall, gazing down at me with hooded eyes and a grin that stops my heart.
His eyes wander over my face and his smile quickly starts to fade. "You're upset?" He says darkly, sending a line of chills up my spine.
"I thought you didn't want to see me." My cheeks start to turn cherry red with embarrassment.
A growl leaves his lips. "How can you say such a thing after everything I said to you yesterday?" His brows pinch together.
I turn away from him. "Wherever I am concerned, men frequently change their minds." I sigh.
He slips his fingers under my chin, encouraging me to look at him. "Don't put me in the same category as those fools, thisavròs." (Treasure). His hand moves from the wall to my hip."They're unworthy of you."
I smile at his kind words; the thought that he believes other guys are unworthy of me makes my knees tremble with glee.
"Did you dress up for me, thisavrós?" (Treasure) His voice is deep and authoritative as his fingers bite into the side of my hip, leaving behind a delicious ache.
I nod my head, feeling dizzy from the exotic scent wafting off his skin. I'm too nervous to speak as I feel myself liquifying under his intense gaze.
"You look beautiful in white." He nuzzles his nose against mine. "However, next time I see you all in white, it will be, when you and young Jaxson take my name." His other hand cups the side of my face.
"Dont say what you think I want to hear, Vanko."
He chuckles, pulling me flush against his strong body. "I don't make empty promises I don't intend to keep." He crushes his lips against mine. "Midnight, Tomorrow." He says as he walks away, leaving me baffled by what he meant about midnight tomorrow.