13. Chapter Seven

Doxy

I swallow every last drop of cum from Trey. He eases from my mouth and I shift forward without flinching as Grayson's cock slips free of my heat. I say nothing to either of them as I begin to dress. I can feel their gazes on me but I pay them no mind, there is no need for conversation or hugs and kisses. We fucked. Plain and simple. Wearing clothes still feels foreign to me, I have to remind myself daily that it isn't normal to walk around naked. Once I'm dressed I keep my back to them as I continue on with my training. I do a couple of combinations and drop down before flinging my leg to sweep the ground as I spin in a crouch.

"That's it?" I don't stop training as I answer Grayson.

"Yeap." I make sure to pop the ‘p' as I tuck and roll, I don't need them to understand me or what goes on inside my head. I have a goal. I will achieve it and when I do, I will finally be free of all the fucking demons that haunt me.

"Doxy, we should talk about what just happened." I growl in frustration as I spin around to see them both standing there shoulder to shoulder, eyeing me like I am a caged animal. Alexander looks like he is about to lose his shit while Trevante has guilt written all over his face.

I square my shoulders and meet Trey's gaze as I answer him. "We fucked. You used me and I used you." They both look like I just slapped them.

"That's not what happened!" Grayson snaps.

"I would never use you!" Trey says with such conviction I actually believe him.

I shrug. "Okay, so you didn't use me but I used you both. I'm not gonna stand here and say I'm sorry because I'm not." I dismiss them both as I turn my back to them and continue on with my training. Unlike them, I don't sleep much so I prefer to spend my nights upskilling myself and when the sun finally begins to rise I go to bed. My anger begins to stir inside me when they both cut in front of me, forcing me to halt my movements, so I shoot each of them a glare. "What?"

"You can't tell me you felt nothing?" Trey implores me with his words but I shake my head.

"What don't you get? I don't have to like you or even know you to fuck you. Sex means nothing to me." Trey recoils while Xander stands there with his fists clenched at his sides, vibrating with rage.

"How the fuck can you say that when you have my cum dripping down your thighs?" he snarls. If Alexander Grayson thinks he is going to get one up on me he is out of his mind.

"Because your cum is one of many I have had dripping down my thighs over the years, it means nothing to me." He stumbles back with a horrified look on his face. Trevante won't meet my stare and looks down at the grass. "You both need to realize, I am not the girl you spend your life with. I am not going to fall in love and build a family with you… I can't." I clamp my mouth closed, hating that I showed weakness in my tone as speaking about a family and children still sears my insides. Those images are the reason why I don't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see what they did to my son and hate myself. They will never understand me, how the fuck could they?

"Why not?" Trey pushes as he slowly lifts his gaze to my face, but before I can tell him to piss off the other dick speaks.

"You will never end up with her." Trey shoots Xander a filthy look.

"Why not? She doesn't seem particularly fond of you?" They take a step toward each other, but before they can fight I cut in and end this bullshit.

"I won't end up with either of you because I don't want to. I have no desire to have a home with a white picket fence or a fucking dog and kids running around my yard. I'm not the girl you take home to Mom. I'm the girl your mother warns you to stay the fuck away from." I don't wait for a reply, fucked and needing space, I turn on my heel and get the fuck away from both of them. I have more important shit to worry about than stroking their egos.

Two days later…

Much to mine and Trey's dismay, Xander won't leave. Tonight we leave to head to Belfast so we can intercept Karl's shipment. Thanks to Trey's grandfather and the fact Karl has been robbing his family behind their backs, we have the help of his Clan Chiefs and with Trevante as the Warlord for his organization, he has men on the inside who have sent word that, Mike, Tom, Jones and Aaron will be at the docks tonight. Those four will be crossed off my list tonight. By the end of tonight, I will have crossed seven of the cunts off.

Mike

Daniel

Jones

Lionel

Jackson

Tom

Aaron

"Are you ready, Doxy?" I turn away from the smoldering fire and face Trey. Since living out in the woods he has ditched the suits and wears jeans and plain shirts. The new look actually suits him, but unlike Xander, Trey wears clothing with color.

"Yeah," I answer and stroll past him, ignoring Alexander completely. I can't stomach the sight of him and the way he looks at me with pity. I don't fucking need it. I'm not a victim, I am a fucking survivor and I clawed my way out of that hellhole. I didn't need them to save me, I saved myself!

I refused to ride shotgun, wanting to be in the back so I could keep them both in my sights at all times. Old habits die hard and all that shit I guess. I can feel them sneaking glances at me but ignore them. Tonight is a huge test. Freeing these women is going to be a massive blow to Karl's income. I plan to stop all of his shipments and then burn down each of his clubs that sell these women. Anyone who has purchased from him will die. I will never allow anyone to live as I did, that is a fate worse than death.

"We have to meet with the others before we hit the docks. You okay with that?" Trey asks, breaking the tension-filled silence. I keep my gaze focused out the window, drinking in the sight of the landscape and loving my newfound freedom. So much has changed in the world over the years. They now have scooters that are electric and even some of the cars don't use gas now.

"I'll address them." Their sharp intake of breath has me gritting my teeth. They think because I was tortured and raped for years that men frighten me, they're fucking wrong. Only two men have me doubting myself and that is Ron and Karl. Once I have dealt with them both, only then I will be truly free.

"I don't want to sound like?—"

"Shut the fuck up, she said she'll do it and she will." I hate to admit it but I appreciate Grayson backing me up. Knox and Taylan would always treat me like a little girl and worry over shit that would happen but Xander never did. He treated me as an equal and it's nice to know he still views me as that even after knowing what I went through. No one utters another word for the remainder of the drive. I spend that time planning our attack. While being fucked over the desk at Karl's, I spotted the blueprint layout of the ship and the hull where they store the women. I also know the guard schedule and when they change shifts. I plan to make this quick and easy without alerting anyone we are even there.

We pull into the parking lot of a warehouse district. It's dark and looks abandoned but when Trey honks his horn the roller on one of the large warehouses opens and he pulls the car in. My eyes widen at the sight of numerous men milling about with other vehicles parked inside. Before he kills the engine he turns back to me and smiles reassuringly.

"I'll take you to my grandfather first and then you can do your thing." I nod, then step out not waiting for them. I can feel the gazes of all these men on me as I move toward the back of the warehouse without waiting for the guys. If I am to show these men that I am woman enough to lead them, I need to show them that I can do it on my own without needing my hand being held because let me tell you, it doesn't. I feel Xander and Trey at my back. They say nothing as I slow my steps when the men begin to part and I spot an older man sitting in the back on a brown leather sofa with a cigar clasped between his fingers. At the sight of me he releases the smoke he just inhaled and runs his gaze over me, not in a leering way but in appraisal. I stand tall and keep my head held high as I look to either side of him to see five other men seated, they all look to be in their late fifties and carry an air of power with them. Silence stretches for what feels like forever before the older man finally speaks.

"It takes a strong woman with balls of steel to walk in here through all of my men without cowering behind her guards."

I scoff, his brows raise at my blatant disrespect but I push on. "If anyone needs guards it's them." I sneer jabbing my thumb over my shoulder toward Trevante and Alexander.

"One of those guards is my grandson who I am very fond of and from what I hear, he is fond of you and has given strict instructions that you are not to be harmed." I keep the surprise from my face.

"I don't need his protection," I growl.

"That may be so, but you are in a room filled with men who could easily overpower you." As if to prove his point a guy I spot out of the corner of my eye takes a step toward me. Before he can even blink, I yank the blade from my waistband and have it pressed against his throat. His eyes widen. I take in the sight of him and shake my head.

"You're just a kid," I say quietly. The boy gulps and darts his gaze to the old man waiting for instruction but all he is met with is laughter. Ignoring Trey's grandfather, I focus on the kid in front of me until I feel someone coming from behind me. In a swift move, I grab my other knife with my free hand and press the tip into the stomach of the bastard who tried to rush me. Xander and Trey both begin to shout and fight but they are held back by a half dozen men. Tired of this bullshit I keep both my blades pressed to each of these pricks as I focus back on Reid Solomon. "You want to keep measuring who's cock is bigger or do you want to take out your son?" The carefree look evaporates from his face, then he clicks his fingers and both the guys step back. The boy swallows audibly as he slinks back into the crowd.

The other fucker tries to come at me again but Trey manages to break free and rushes him shoving him backward, then punching him square in the nose. The fucker drops to the ground as Trey whirls on his grandfather.

"She's with me and if any of you try to touch her or even look at her in a way I don't like, I'll slit your throat in front of your mother before I kill your entire family. Fuck around and find out, I dare you." The dominance in his tone has me looking up at him with a brow raised. His chest rises and falls in rapid succession as he tries to calm his anger. Xander breaks free and comes to stand on my other side but unlike Trey, Xander draws his gun and points it at the old man. Chaos erupts and all the men surrounding us draw their weapons and have them trained on us as they shout for both Xander and me to drop our weapons. "Stop this!" Trey shouts at his grandfather but he isn't listening, his gaze laser focused on me.

When he speaks, all the voices around us quiet immediately. "How is a little thing like you going to help rid me of my son without causing a war within my family?"

I don't falter in my response. "Simple. I'm going to take out his operations and then go after each of his inner circle, forcing him to flee and hide. I'll have him thinking that every man he trusts has turned on him, forcing him to run. When he thinks he has run far enough away and is looking over his shoulder constantly without being able to trust anyone, I will take him out and then I will claim his place as the leader of the Irish." Laughter sounds out around us but I pay these fuckers no mind.

"What did my son do to you?" Reid asks. I sheathe my blades in my waistband and grip the hem of my shirt, Xander and Trey try to stop me but I shove them both away as I yank the shirt over my head and turn my back to Reid so he can see all the scars. The sharp intake of breaths around the room is all I need to know that they can all see them. I slowly turn back to Reid and point to the long scar down the middle of my torso.

"Your son gave me all those scars and more on my ass and legs, but this one is my favorite." Reid slowly climbs to his feet with a horrified look on his face, the other five men follow his lead when he comes closer and stops a couple of feet away from me.

"Why is that your favorite?" he says barely above a whisper.

"Because this is the scar I got when they tore everything that makes me a woman out of me when I dared to give birth to a child of their making." Xander and Trey both gasp, I can feel their gazes boring into me but I don't acknowledge them.

"Karl and his men…" Reid can't finish his sentence, so I do it for him.

"They brutalized me, raped me, beat me, treated me like I was nothing but shit under their boots for years. I know everything your son has planned. I'm going to kill him and each of those cunts that took something that wasn't theirs to take." His gaze skirts over my face for a second before he asks.

"Who are you?"

I lift my chin as I answer, "My name is Doxy Da Luca." More gasps and murmurs break out around us. Reid darts his gaze to his grandson for a moment and frowns as he slowly returns his gaze to mine.

"What's your real name? I know that Doxy isn't it, I outlawed any type of this shit with women when I found out what Karl had done to Trevante's mother." The anger in his tone is clear and that appeases me.

"Your son has never stopped selling and buying women. He has a shipment of women coming tonight and I plan to set them all free." His gaze hardens.

"What. Is. Your. Name?" he grits out through clenched teeth. Anger spurs to life inside me.

"It doesn't matter who I was before. Your son killed that girl and she isn't coming back."