22. Chapter Sixteen

Doxy

Breaching the club was easy, no man ever pays a woman any mind or thinks she is plotting mass murder. All these pigs see is a sexy woman in skimpy clothes who they hope to fuck by the end of the night. Ignoring all of their stares, I head straight to the back, making sure to keep my head down so I'm not spotted on the cameras. Once I hit the back of the club, I tap the earpiece twice so it activates.

"I'm in, heading to the girls now," I say. Trey, Xan and the other men are all surrounding the building, I refused to rush in here guns blazing and risk one of the girls being caught in the crossfire.

"Keep your head on a swivel, they would have marked you from the second you entered that building," Xander says through the coms.

"You have three minutes tops before they come looking for you, cameras or not. It is unusual for a woman to enter those clubs freely, move your sexy ass now," Trey adds. I ignore the idiots as I maneuver my way down the dimly lit hallway. There are no guards which doesn't surprise me. They have beaten all of these women into submission and rule them by fear, and there is no escape from this part of the building, only the front door and the fire exit behind the bar.

I hear soft murmurs behind the second to last door on the left. I pause and listen closely and when I hear only female voices, I push the door open only to be greeted by a horrific sight. I draw my gun without hesitation and raise it, his surprised gaze is latched onto mine.

"I have Donald and the girls, move in now and secure their exit." Donald grips the girl's hair who is on her knees with his cock in her mouth and shoves her aside. He doesn't even bother to put his pathetic cock away before taking a step toward me. I flick the safety off in warning.

"I wondered where you got to, Doxy," he purrs, making me feel sick.

"Take another step and I'll put you down," I snarl, the cunt just smirks and wags his eyebrows as if he thinks I'm joking. That is the only warning he'll get from me. The second he lifts his foot, I fire the first shot. The girls all scream and rush to the back of the room where they huddle together as I close the space between me and Donald, loving the sight of him on his knees and clutching his shoulder where I shot him.

"You fucking bitch—" He doesn't get a chance to finish. "Argh!" he roars so fucking loud as I fire a second shot.

"Keep it down, Donald, you're going to alert everyone to the fact I just shot your little dick off." He tips his head back and stares up at me with tears in his eyes. He looks like a pathetic little bitch, whimpering because I shot his baby dick.

"Why?" That one fucking word has every ounce of anger I have buried inside me rushing to the surface. A haze overcomes me and I guess I must have blacked out because when I return to my senses Trey and Xan are there, pulling me off Donald. His face is unrecognizable and covered in blood. I see patches of blood covering his arms, chest and legs and frown. Looking down to my hands that are covered in blood I spot the knife clutched in my grasp and frown.

When did I pull my knife?

Darting my gaze back to Donald, I notice that his cheek is sliced and his eyeball on the left side hangs loosely against his cheek by the muscles. When Xander and Trevante release their hold on me to go and check on the girls, I crawl forward until I'm kneeling beside his lifeless body. His one eye that is open is bloodshot and filled with terror. That look sends a delicious shiver down my spine, his mutilated body brings a dark smile to my face. The stab wounds that litter his body fill me with a sense of strength I didn't know I possessed. I close my eyes and take a deep breath savoring this moment.

I waited years for this feeling.

"Waverly!" I snap my eyes and pin Xander with a glare for using that fucking name, he knows better but the longer I look at him I frown. He looks… worried. "Don't look at me like that, I've been calling your name for ages and you were zoned out. We need to move now. Calvin and the others have rigged this place to blow in five minutes."

I nod and tear my gaze from his to look down at Donald again, for years he terrorized me and enjoyed every moment. "That was for my son, you piece of shit. May you rot in fucking hell until I get there, we'll meet again motherfucker but next time, you won't die quickly." I sneer in disgust then spit right in his face. Xander grabs my arm and drags me to my feet before pulling me after him. I spot Trey waiting for us at the end of the hall with a concerned look on his face.

"Later, we need to move now," Xander snaps. Trey nods and then falls into step behind me as we rush through the club. I look around in surprise at the bodies that are scattered around the floor. Blood coats every surface, the sight of the carnage brings a warmth to my body that feels euphoric.

Once we arrived back at the cabin, Trey and Xander tried to get me to shower but I brushed them off and went in search of the girls that are currently congregated in the makeshift hall in the center of camp. Men scramble to get out of my way and bow their heads in respect, I earned that shit! For so many years I wasn't seen, if someone did notice me I was seen as an object, something for them to play with. I was nothing, meant nothing and no one respected or gave a shit about me.

William sees me approaching and nods his head with a smile and opens the door for me. I don't stop until I stand in the middle of the hall. All the women from the boat stand around the room looking at the new lot of girls. There are eighteen of them total that we saved tonight but it's not enough! There are so many of them left trapped out there forced to surrender their basic human rights, they are no better than fucking stray dogs!

Not anymore!

"Stop looking at them with pity!" I shout. All the girls from the boat drop their gazes to the floor. I notice that the newcomers keep darting their gazes to the back of the room and that's when I spot the guards. "All of you, get the fuck out now." I keep the shock from displaying on my face when all of them leave without question. It still shocks me that my word is valued and respected here, that is going to take a long time to get used to.

"Did you just flex your lady dick, D?" I scowl at Anna, the girl is a pain in my ass. She laughs and comes to stand beside me leaning in slightly to stage a whisper. "You have two shadows behind you." I sigh, I may be able to get the others to leave but something tells me that I can't shoo Trey and Xander away that easily. I slowly turn to face both guys, both their gazes are trained on me and the fact they each have their arms crossed over their chests and a try to fucking get rid of me look on their faces tells me they aren't going anywhere.

"Don't make us refuse your order in front of your girls." My brows draw in at Xander's words, they aren't my girls, they are free women and should be able to choose for themselves.

Turning back to the girls, I run my gaze over all of them. The boat girls seem less edgy than the club girls but they all still hold that skeptical look in their eyes like they are waiting for me to turn on them and call all the guys in here to take turns on each of them.

"They need you to guide them, D." I stare at Anna out of the corner of my eye, she has a hard look on her face. She reminds me so much of me in the way, she shields her emotions and doesn't allow you to see past what she wants you too.

"I'm not their keeper," I grit out.

"No. But you are their savior, Doxy. Our own families sold us to pay a debt. We didn't have a loved one coming to our rescue, we had you!" Her words wash over me like a balm. I never set out to save these girls so I could become their hero. I never had that type of complex, that was Riverland's thing to save people, not me.

I push away the memories of my past and lock down all my emotions as I address the girls.

"You're all getting a choice, you can either wallow in your self-pity and allow it to eat you from the inside out or, you can rise above the injustice of what you have suffered and claim your vengeance. A lot of you have been through hell?—"

"You have no idea!" I snap my gaze toward the club girls to find a raven haired beauty with piercing green eyes glaring at me. I watch as she slowly climbs to her feet, her hands are clenched at her sides. "You think you can relate to us because you have a pussy?"

A chuckle escapes me. Anna whistles between her teeth knowing I'm about to put this girl in her place.

"Every hole on my body was used a lot more than yours ever will be, trust me on that one, little girl. I can relate to each of you because I was their toy for over a decade. I was beaten, raped, treated worse than an animal and still managed to get free of them and stand here before you all. I didn't have a loved one to come to my rescue, my family all believe I died and for that, they will pay once I dethrone this Irish piece of shit." The anger that laces my words can be heard. "I'm offering you all a chance to help me save other women like us, help me give them the same freedom you have all been given. I want to break the fucking chains these cunts have placed on us. I know we will never truly be free of our demons and I for damn fucking sure have a first class ticket to hell when my time is up but I won't cry about that shit. I'll smile as I look the fucking Devil in the eyes and tell him how I killed every motherfucker that thought they had the right to touch me."

"You're not gonna… put us to work?"

I shake my head at the blonde girl who is crouched down next to the raven-haired girl who is still glaring at me. "No. If you want to work then you can train with my men each morning, learning how to defend yourself. No man here will lay a finger on you unless you want him to. You have my word that if any of them harm you, I'll have the fucker walk the line and each of you will be able to claim a piece of his flesh for a trophy. If you wish to leave and return to your families then you can. All I ask is that you keep this location quiet and hidden so the rest of us may put an end to this tyrant once and for all."

"I want to learn. I want Callahan to pay for hurting me. I want to do what you did to that man tonight," one of the club girls called out. I keep my face blank and take a breath trying to control myself. I feel Trevante and Xander creep in closer, the warmth from their bodies seeps into my back and I fucking hate to admit it but knowing that they are here and have my back helps soothe something inside me.

"What Doxy did tonight is something we cannot teach you," Trey announces to the girls.

"But, we can teach you how to channel your pain, aggression and hatred for these men so you can use it against them," Xander adds.

"Why the fuck would we ever take you at your word?" This raven haired bitch is starting to work my last fucking nerve.

"Because we're here for her, we will do whatever it takes for her to get her revenge. Unlike those fuckers that wanted to hurt you, Trey and I don't want that. We will remain here with all of you because we care and because I love Doxy." Xander admitting that shit aloud doesn't make my stomach flutter with butterflies or make me giggle like a schoolgirl, they are just three meaningless little words.

"You have a choice, a choice I'm sure no one else will grant you. You can return home to the people that sold you like you were cattle or you can remain here with us and fight. Like Xander said, he and I are no threat to any of you, we only see one woman and she is the badass you are all currently glaring at and judging. You think because she stands before you, strong, brave and ready to fight for what she believes is right that she hasn't suffered. Let me tell you all something, no one's trauma will ever be the same and that is okay but do not diminish hers because you can't see her scars or bruises. Put your trust in her and I swear on my life you will be thanking her for freeing you from the cage you have all placed yourselves in. Now, be brave like her and break free." Trevante's words hit home with each of the girls, I see it in the way their features change as they regard him.

He's even inspired some type of hopeful feeling inside me.