Page 39 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
I bent down to her ear. “Sloane.”
She shrugged me off. “Seriously, I can get you out of all of this if--.”
I hissed at her. “I don't know how much research you did, but every woman out here has a pimp. Someone they report to. If she’s denying it and you believe she’s lying, then that’s probably the reason.”
She slowly turned to look at me. “Do you really think I’m that stupid?”
I gazed into her eyes. “Yes. So, make this quick. The last thing we want is a shootout on our hands.”
Sloane turned to face Beth. “You knew who he was and who he belonged to, so I know you know who Chops and the Black Flags are. So, you can come with me and start talking, or you can spend a few years in jail. Whichever you prefer is fine with me.”
Beth started looking around. “Trust me, I’d take my chances with jail.”
“Look,” Sloane said as she stepped toward the scared woman, “I know you’re the crew’s bottom girl. I know you’ve been with them long enough. I have photographic evidence of several outings you’ve had with Chops, and the two of you look pretty cozy. So, come with me and start talking, or you’re looking at a very long, very serious list of crimes that’ll fall onto your shoulders.”
I rolled my eyes. “Good God, I really hate cops.”
Sloane elbowed me and I stifled my groan.
“We can get you out of this,” Sloane said as she lowered her voice, “all you have to do is trust me. Do you really not trust me after what just happened?”
Fear rose behind Beth’s eyes and she looked over at me. And while I didn’t want to vouch for a cop, I knew Sloane could help. So, I nodded. One silent, tiny little nod that she had been looking for in order to reinforce what Sloane was telling her.
I simply hoped Sloane didn’t make me look like an ass.
Then, without another word spoken, Beth pulled her long, jet black hair off to the side. She wiped at her skin, smudging away the makeup that covered up her collarbone. And when the dark, distinct bruises finally came into view, I was ready for blood.
I was ready to kill all of those Black Dildo idiots once and for all.
“Those bruises are old, Beth. When did you get them?” Sloane asked.
Beth’s voice trembled as she spoke. “You have no idea what you’re getting into. You have absolutely no idea who you’re taking on.”
Sloane placed her hand on the woman’s shoulder. “In my career, I can tell you that I’ve personally dealt with worse. This? For me? This is mild. This is run-of-the-mill. Work with me, and you’ll never have to answer to them again. Work with me, and you’ll be able to walk away from this a free woman and wash your hands of this life altogether. You have my word.”
In some ways, she even had me convinced.
“Beth, the first step in getting out of this is being honest with me about where you got those bruises. Can you simply trust that I know that for a second?” Sloane asked.
Curiosity piqued my interest, but I kept myself cool and collected.
Beth pushed her hair back over her shoulders. “Then, you should know that clients can get rough sometimes.”
Sloane snickered. “Clients get rough when they smack you in the face. But, pimps will hit you where the clientele don’t usually notice.”
How the hell does she know that?
“How the hell do you know that?” Beth asked.
And when I looked back at Sloane, I saw tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “Because I’ve been where you are right now, Beth. I’ve been that girl. I’ve been in that impossible situation that feels like it’ll never end. And it took a wonderful, honest detective that eventually became my mentor to get me out of the lifestyle.”
Beth’s face showcased the shock I tried to bury, but holy fuck. Was she telling the truth? If she wasn’t, she was a damned good actress. Hell, I’d never met a woman that would create tears like that on demand.
However, something in the pit of my gut told me she was telling the truth.
“Just ask for my help,” Sloane whispered. “Hell, just take what I’m offering, you don’t even have to ask. But, that’s all you have to do. Let me help, and this life you’re leading disappears forever, along with your abusers.”
But, Beth shook her head. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
Sloane sighed before she pulled out a card from her tits. “Call me if you change your mind. And I’m telling you, you really need to change your mind, okay?”
She took the card and quickly slipped it into her own bosom, but she didn’t say anything after that. Not that she had a chance to, since bike engines started revving off in the distance. The sound alone made Beth jump and my heart ached for her. I wondered how many other girls the Black Flags had sunken their talons into.
