Layla
I continued to cry while Danny tried to calm me down. I couldn't help it; I needed to do something. I can't just sit around and do nothing. My best friend is in danger.
Danny pulled away, his hands on my shoulders as he looked at me with concerned eyes.
"Baby, look at me. Relax, ok? Stacy is fine. She is not in any danger. I promise she is ok."
"How? How do you know she will be ok? He can be hurting her, Danny; you heard her. She was crying." I stated the obvious from her call as my hands rested on his hips. What am I going to do? I averted my eyesight to the ground and closed them, seeing myself unable to stop crying.
"Baby, trust me. She's ok. I promise Gideon and Nico will not let that asshole harm her, ok? We won't let him get away this time." he says, making me pull away. I looked at him sternly, sniffling.
"What do you mean? Gideon and Nico know about this? But...How? What is going on, Danny? What are you not telling me?" I ask him, whipping my tears. He sighs, pulling me by my shoulder and sighing.
"Sorry, baby. You'll just have to trust me for now, Ok? The only thing you need to know is that Stacy is fine. We will not let that asshole hurt her or her dad, I promise." He says, kissing the top of my head and wrapping me up in his arms.
If I know Danny well, it is that he has never stood for a man to harm a woman. I've seen him confront men and even gotten into a physical confrontation with a man that yelled at one of his sisters in the past.
But it seemed that no matter what I did or how many times I could ask, he would not reveal his plan to me. I just had to trust him for now and hoped Stacy would not get hurt.
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Gideon
I approached the small farm-style home, creeping up along with Nicolas and a few more officers with our handguns ready. If it weren't for my buddy, Daniel, we would not have been able to find this scumbag.
The feds have been looking for him, and as soon as we apprehend him, we will prosecute him, but he will also have to face the officers from inter-pol. Daniel had given me the heads up, telling me how he was running from the cops in Mexico for harassing women out there. I hate scumbags like him that go around hurting women and making them feel inferior, even more when they dare to lay a hand on them and cause them harm.
I don't even want to imagine something like this happening to my wife and unborn son. They are everything to me, and I would do anything to keep them safe, starting with locking this scumbag away.
I can't do anything until I see him doing something to Stacy. I hate that Daniel and I had to beg her to be part of our plan, but if it all went according to plan, he would be in jail this very night.
I hate waiting for our cue; the nerves are getting the best of me. I get closer to the window. I can see Stacy standing against the fridge in her kitchen. The guy, Trevor, is flushed against her, grinding himself and trying to groap her as she acts seducingly. She turns her head, giving a disgusted face as he kisses her neck.
"I knew you had a thing for me. You're just a big whore, just like your friend is. But better, of course."
"You think so? Then why were you in California looking for her? You knew I always wanted you, Trevor. Why did you go see her?" she asks, closing her eyes, disgusted by his behavior and turning away from him. I could tell she was uncomfortable, but it was just a matter of time before we could barge in and end this nightmare.
"Stacy?... Stacy, honey, where are you?" her dad calls her, coughing between words and annoying Trevor. Trevor grunts, lowering his head and scuffing. "I- I'll be right over, daddy," she says, looking nervous.
Trevor grips her face, making her eyes widen in shock and making him look at her. "Get rid of him, or I'll make sure to put him in a fucking loon-ville so he stops bothering us," he says, making her look at him horrified.
"But, Trev-"
"Now! Hurry up. I want you...right now." he says, grabbing his crotch, making me feel disgusted and causing Stacy to turn, making a ghastly face.
"Fucking asshole. You'll get what's coming to you, you little bitch." I thought inwardly as I tightened my jaw.
We waited for a while, and the more I listened to him being a complete douchbag with Stacy, the more pissed off I got. He was becoming demanding and aggressive, but we needed to wait until my supervisor gave the order.
Suddenly, he struck her, and I was ready to go. My boss raised his hand, making me curse inwardly, telling me to wait. Then Stacy ran and grabbed her phone when she could. I knew she would try to call us, but she didn't.
She called Layla from what it sounded. I hate having to put a friend through this. It's getting the best of me.
"Hello...Layla, please, help me." she urged her friend to help her, but shit... She knows the plan; why the fuck is she calling someone else.
She pleaded with her friend, and I could faintly hear the person on the other line. I feel a thud, and I turn to see Nico next to me. "Fuck, Gideon. She's calling Layla. That's Daniel's wife and my best friend." Nico says, making my eyes widen and jaw clench.
"We have to go in there now before something terrible happens. Then we hear his voice, making us turn.
"Who the fuck are you talking to? I told you not to do anything stupid!" he snatches the phone away and looks at the screen. He becomes pissed, gripping the phone and stricking her across her face. "You, mother fu-"
"Layla, huh? How the fuck do you think she's going to help you? You backstabbed her, remember? She doesn't give a shit about you." he grabs her face harshly, making her whimper.
"No one cares about you, Stace. Not even Layla. Why can't you see that I am the only one that will ever want to be around you? Huh?" he sneers close to her face, making her flinch and whimper.
"Stop. You're hurting me. Why are you doing this, Trevor?"
"Shut up. You're mine! And only mine. From now on, you do what I say. If I see you calling anyone again, I'll make sure daddy dearest pays, got it? Don't piss me off, little girl!"
I look at my boss, and he gives me the sign. Fuck yes, show time, baby! We move out, I kick the door open, and we swarm in; our handguns point at him, making him startled. "Police...on the ground, on the ground." he tosses his hands in the air and slowly lies on his stomach, looking horrified.
Nico runs to Stacy, grabbing her and engulfing her in a big bear hug. She's safe; she's finally safe. After three fucking days of having to withstand this asshole.
I accidentally (purposely) kick his ribs, knee his back and cuff him.
He's going to jail; we finally got him. But it breaks my heart to see Stacy crying, her arms tightly around Nicolas as he soothes her back. She looks at me through tears as I pick the douchbag up and begin to read him his rights. She mouths thank you to me, and I wink, giving her an apologetic smile as I walk to the patrol and tell Trevor why he is being detained and tell him he's going to jail.