When Anger Turns Deadly: A Dark Tale of Revenge and Betrayal in a World of Sex Trafficking

Chapter Thirteen: Regrets

“Stay in the car,” Rich ordered the girls as he got out of his truck and slammed the door.

Angel watched him walk cautiously over to a dark van. The man who so rudely violated Angel at the club, was waiting for Rich next to the van. They talked for quite a while before the man opened the back of the van. Angel couldn’t see what was inside, but she could see Rich’s body tense. The two men talked more. Rich continued to shake his head, but the man seemed persistent. Angel could tell the scene was getting heated, even before the driver of the van, a talk and very muscular bald man, got out of the van and walked around to the other two men.

Angel unclicked her seatbelt, still watching.

The driver suddenly lashed out at Rich, punching him hard in the gut and ribs. Rich fell to the ground and the driver was instantly on top of him, punching him in the face.

Angel opened the glove compartment and removed a black pistol from it. She cocked it and quickly opened the door.

“Stay here,” she ordered Emily, who was laying almost motionless on the backseat.

Quickly, Angel slid out of the truck and ran over to the violence, the pistol tucked into the back of her mini skirt.

“Hey!” she called as she came up on the men.

The man from the club turned around with a jolt, not expecting others to be around.

Angel wasted no time as she slammed her fist into his jawbone with a powerful right hook.

Stunned, the man stumbled backwards.

“You bitch!”

The driver looked up from his punching bag – Rich – and quickly got to his feet, ready to give Angel the same treatment as Rich.
Angel pulled the gun from her skirt, halting th driver in his tracks. She cocked it. The man was taller than her, stronger, more powerful for her, but he was no match for a flying bullet.

“Back up,” Angel growled at the men as she slowly put herself between them and Rich. Slowly she bent down, and helped Rich to his feet. Her gaze and her aim never left the men. With an arm around Rich’s waist, and his arm draped over her shoulder, she helped him weakly return to his truck.

“Hey!” the man from the club called after them. “You owe me!”

Rich grabbed the gun from Angel’s hand faster than she could react to, aimed and fired a single shot at the man. The bullet missed him, but just barely, and lodged itself into the black van. It wasn’t a mistake. Rich could have taken the man out if he wanted to, and everyone knew it.

“Don’t fucking touch my girls again.”

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“Take her inside, Riggz will be over later to pick her up.”

Angel obeyed, helping Emily out of the truck and into the house. Rich followed, wincing from pain, and rage from the night’s events.

“Just leave her on the couch.”

Angel helped Emily lay down, and removed her shoes before covering her with a blanket. The girl was ready for some much needed sleep.
She didn’t realize that another pimp was coming to take her away and turn her out. She didn’t realize that Rich had sold her.

“Come upstairs when you’re done.”

Angel nodded before heading to the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. When she returned back to Emily, glass and straw in hand, she helped the girl sip the water, coaxing her to take small sips instead of large gulps.

She could hear Rich upstairs in the bathroom, no doubt cleaning blood off of his face.

“I want to go home,” the girl whimpered.

“I know hunny.”

“I miss my mom.”

“I know.”

“I shouldn’t have ran away. I just want to tell her I love her.” Emily was barely able to finish her sentence before exhaustion caught up to her and she drifted into sleep.

Angel set the glass on

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