Falling For The Undercover Detective

What Did You Just Say?

Michael's POV

"Did I just hear you correctly?  Are you f*****g telling me that your blood relative is doing this to you? This man we are trying to take down is your real uncle and not just something he's making you call him?"  I couldn't believe my ears.  I couldn't contain my anger, my disbelief but her face said it was all true.  It's bad enough he was doing this kind of crap to random women but his own niece.  Really what kind of sick bastard is this man?  I looked at her waiting for an answer and she looked absolutely terrified of me.  Crap I should have realized my reaction would have scared her.  She looks like a rabbit ready to bolt for the rabbit hole.  I need to reign myself in better.  I need to get a better understanding of where she is coming from and how she got in this position.  I need to find out how willing of a participant she really was to this situation.  But if my suspicions were correct she was nowhere near willing which means she really needed my help and she would be an essential asset to getting this bastard taken down.

I cupped her face as she was now not looking at me in any way.  "Please tell me everything.  You went silent talking about your past.  You stopped talking about yourself.  You talked about liking to sing but then it was like something dark took over and you stopped.  Please tell me how did you come to be here in this place?  How did you come to work for your uncle?"  I couldn't understand why a woman would choose this lifestyle in the first place let alone get involved with someone like him.  I needed to understand her.  I find myself wanting to protect her more and more but I need to understand her first.  She just looked at me with tears in her eyes.  "I can't talk about that not right now.  Your time is up.  You are going to have to hit me if you want my uncle to believe you really are who you say you are otherwise there won't be a next time with me.  I can pretend about the s*x but I can't fake being hit."  I didn't want to hurt her not at all.  How could I hurt her.  But I knew that she was right.  If I was going to be believed I was going to have to hit her where it could be very visible.  

"I'm sorry about this" I whispered to her.  She looked up at me and sweetly said "it's ok I'm used to it you can't hurt me more than I have already been hurt."  With that my heart just broke into a million pieces.  I backhanded her across her face.  I couldn't bear to look at her.  I hit her hard enough that her cheek was already swelling.  I immediately wanted to fold her into my arms and make it all better. It killed me knowing that I had to intentionally cause that mark on her face.  I wanted to walk out with her right here right now screw the damn investigation.  f**k Chad would have a field day with this one if I did such a thing. She looked up at me and grabbed my hand and softly said "it's not that bad I promise I've felt worse. My uncle has inflicted worse on me.  Hell other johns have done worse to me.  I'm walking out of here.  There have been times when I haven't been able to walk for weeks and once there was a month before I could get up."  

What the hell was this woman telling me?  What kind of abuse has she suffered that a c***k across the face was a nothing move?  The girls we had been in contact with had told us this guy was ruthless but this takes the cake.  They didn't tell us about being injured to this level.  What made her so different? I wanted to reassure her that I was here for her and wouldn't let anyone hurt her like that ever again.   "I've arranged to meet with you three times a week so I will see you in a couple of days.  But you don't have to worry about any other johns for now.  The deal was that I have you exclusively that nobody else can be with you even when I'm not here."  She smiled at that. It was a smile of relief and it made me feel good that at least I was protecting her in some small way.  Hopefully the uncle will leave her alone in the meantime the asshole better or there will be hell to pay.

Elizabeth's POV

 He had hit me just like I told him to do.  It stung pretty good.  Don't get me wrong but it was nothing in comparison to what I had suffered before.  Hell my own uncle hit me harder when I was sixteen and first came here.  I looked into his face and I saw immediate regret.  I had to reassure him that it wasn't that bad.  I could feel the cheek swelling.  It would be convincing to my uncle that he was hurting me.  He could tell uncle that he was just warming up and liked to get rougher with the girls as time went on.  Uncle would believe it and actually look forward to seeing me in more and more pain.

"Look all you need to do is tell uncle that you want to work up to the more serious stuff and just a little slap today was going to do it for you.  Tell him I was being a smart mouth and you had to c***k me a good one.  He'll believe that.  After all I've been a smart mouth to him since the day I arrived here.  The day he told me what he  really thought about my mother and how he tried to make her live this type of life."  He looked at me in disbelief.  "Are you telling me that you are a second generation w***e?"  I just shook my head at him and said "no, not intentionally.  Uncle tried to make my mother live this lifestyle and then she met my father.  He got her the hell out of here and they hid out for a number of years.  They even went as far as changing their names so he couldn't track them as easily. By the time uncle caught up to them it was to late.  She had already had my brother, adopted my other brothers and had me.  He vowed his revenge on them someday and somehow.  The day that my parents died he was able to execute his plans."

"I'm not sure that I'm following you that well.  What are you trying to tell me? How old were you when you were brought here?"  I smiled weakly at him and told him that was a story for another day.  There wasn't enough time to cover that with what was left of his time with me.  "I can't just start telling you about that part of my life without taking the full amount of time that was allotted.  Next time you are here we can pick up where I left off.  If you want me to trust you then I guess I need to be able to tell you everything about my life up to this point."  He nodded in agreement.  "Now one other thing you are going to have to do and given your reaction to hitting me I'm not confident in how you are going to react."  His face showed real concern.  I just laughed because it wasn't as bad as he was thinking.

Michael's POV

There was more?  I was going to have to inflict more injury on this beautiful woman?  I looked at her with uncertainty and inquired as to what it was that she was saying that I was going to need to be doing to her yet again.  She smiled up at me and said "this one is easy you just have to give a couple of hickies on my neck.  Make it look like you got passionate with me."  Oh s**t what the hell was she saying this was going to be easy.   I don't think she knows what hold she has on me.  This is not going to bode well for my libido and I need to keep a cool head. I could feel myself getting hard just thinking of tasting that sweet neck of hers.   "How many do you believe I'm going to have to give you?"  She smiled at me and said "I think my uncle would be satisfied if he sees at least four or five."  I took in a deep breath and proceeded to give her five good ones on her neck.  She sighed and melted into me and I could have been lost in that beautiful neck for days. Oh God she tasted wonderful and f**k me if I didn't want to taste more of her.  Where the hell did that come from?

After a bit she pulled away and then smiled at me.  She looked in her mirror and said "yep that is going to work.  My uncle will be convinced that you are going to treat me poorly."  I looked at her confused.  "That's the third time I have heard you refer to your pimp as your uncle.  I know some of the girls that have escaped from here have referred to him as uncle but you say 'your uncle' what gives?"  She looked up at me and said "because he's my flesh and blood uncle.  My mother was his little sister."  She wiped tears away with that statement.  All I could do was stare at her and ask "What did you just say?"