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never been face-to-face with the abuser, the enabler, or the monster… until now.
My heart was racing, pounding out of my chest. I gripped the padded arms of the waiting room chair, prepared to rip it to pieces in an effort to control my rage, but it didn’t 113/510
help. The rubber soles of my boots screeched across the smooth floor as I came to a halt, slamming Aaron Frieze into a wall. I was holding him off the floor by the lapels of his fuckin’ blazer. I pulled my arm back, ready to smash his goddamn face in. The arms of the two officers, a security guard, and Zack were pulling me off, all of them barking orders at me.
Mr. Frieze, his ashen face full of remorse and regret, stared back when I yelled, “She fuckin’ told you! And you turned your back on her. And now it fuckin’ happened again!
This is all on you, you cocksucker!” I stopped fighting the arms holding me. “I’m fine! Let go of me.”
“Sir, let’s step outside.” One of the security guards appeared, flanked by another to escort me out of the building.
I should’ve been there for Moira. What a fucked up, selfish move I had just made.
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Judy Frieze walked up to me, pushing past the guards and the cops. She looked to her husband, whose face was now red, his eyes glassy and swollen, then to me. She put her hands on my cheeks and met my eyes, and I was sure they matched her husband’s.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you,” she said again, brushing my hair from my face. It was a mothering gesture, and it undid me completely. Every emotion, every single ounce of rage in me needed to get out, and I, in turn, had to get the fuck out of there.
Chapter 5
I left Zack and Teensy with my truck and walked the couple miles home. What a fucking day.
Standing in front of my shop, I looked in the windows, wondering what drew these women to seek me out. Even that first time with Anika, I had no idea why she’d chosen my tattoo studio and me over anyone else.
She didn’t even live in Laguna; she lived in San Clemente. But her coming in had led all these other—what I now decided to call broken birds—to me for help.
Instead of heading up the steps, I walked another mile downtown and went straight into the diviest bar our town had, Jack’s.
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It was almost two, but this was the kind of place that bent the rules. I ordered four shots of cheap whiskey and slammed them, one after the other. Then I ordered two more.
“Nico, what are you doin’ here?” Diana was, for all intents and purposes, a prostitute. She was probably in her fifties, not bad looking, but not somewhere I wanted to stick my dick. I took the next two shots and looked over at her. Taking my wallet from my jeans, I paid for the drinks and also checked to see how much cash I had.
This was a chick whose job it was to make me come, not to have a conversation, not to tell me about her fucking day or the shoes she bought to go with the dress she was wearing, I couldn’t give a fuckin’ shit about any of that.
“Diana.” I said her name, and her hand found my balls outside my jeans. “You mind showing me where the bathroom is in this place?”
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“Have to say, I’m surprised, Nico. Must have been a pretty bad day.” She winked.
I didn’t answer her. We went to the back of the bar as I gave a nod of appreciation to Flap and dropped another twenty as we walked by. I knew we would not be disturbed.
She locked the door and asked, “Anything special you want?”
“Just my dick in your mouth,” I answered.
“Sure thing, baby.” She was on her knees with my dick down her throat only seconds later. Fuck, this was worth every last fuckin’
dollar. She asked for twenty; I gave her forty.
“Yessss,” I let out, my head falling back as she slowly took me into her throat again.
She pulled back, her tongue swirling around the head, and told me, “You pay double, I swallow. Triple, I—”
“Just suck my dick, Diana.” I grabbed her
My heart was racing, pounding out of my chest. I gripped the padded arms of the waiting room chair, prepared to rip it to pieces in an effort to control my rage, but it didn’t 113/510
help. The rubber soles of my boots screeched across the smooth floor as I came to a halt, slamming Aaron Frieze into a wall. I was holding him off the floor by the lapels of his fuckin’ blazer. I pulled my arm back, ready to smash his goddamn face in. The arms of the two officers, a security guard, and Zack were pulling me off, all of them barking orders at me.
Mr. Frieze, his ashen face full of remorse and regret, stared back when I yelled, “She fuckin’ told you! And you turned your back on her. And now it fuckin’ happened again!
This is all on you, you cocksucker!” I stopped fighting the arms holding me. “I’m fine! Let go of me.”
“Sir, let’s step outside.” One of the security guards appeared, flanked by another to escort me out of the building.
I should’ve been there for Moira. What a fucked up, selfish move I had just made.
114/510
Judy Frieze walked up to me, pushing past the guards and the cops. She looked to her husband, whose face was now red, his eyes glassy and swollen, then to me. She put her hands on my cheeks and met my eyes, and I was sure they matched her husband’s.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you,” she said again, brushing my hair from my face. It was a mothering gesture, and it undid me completely. Every emotion, every single ounce of rage in me needed to get out, and I, in turn, had to get the fuck out of there.
Chapter 5
I left Zack and Teensy with my truck and walked the couple miles home. What a fucking day.
Standing in front of my shop, I looked in the windows, wondering what drew these women to seek me out. Even that first time with Anika, I had no idea why she’d chosen my tattoo studio and me over anyone else.
She didn’t even live in Laguna; she lived in San Clemente. But her coming in had led all these other—what I now decided to call broken birds—to me for help.
Instead of heading up the steps, I walked another mile downtown and went straight into the diviest bar our town had, Jack’s.
116/510
It was almost two, but this was the kind of place that bent the rules. I ordered four shots of cheap whiskey and slammed them, one after the other. Then I ordered two more.
“Nico, what are you doin’ here?” Diana was, for all intents and purposes, a prostitute. She was probably in her fifties, not bad looking, but not somewhere I wanted to stick my dick. I took the next two shots and looked over at her. Taking my wallet from my jeans, I paid for the drinks and also checked to see how much cash I had.
This was a chick whose job it was to make me come, not to have a conversation, not to tell me about her fucking day or the shoes she bought to go with the dress she was wearing, I couldn’t give a fuckin’ shit about any of that.
“Diana.” I said her name, and her hand found my balls outside my jeans. “You mind showing me where the bathroom is in this place?”
117/510
“Have to say, I’m surprised, Nico. Must have been a pretty bad day.” She winked.
I didn’t answer her. We went to the back of the bar as I gave a nod of appreciation to Flap and dropped another twenty as we walked by. I knew we would not be disturbed.
She locked the door and asked, “Anything special you want?”
“Just my dick in your mouth,” I answered.
“Sure thing, baby.” She was on her knees with my dick down her throat only seconds later. Fuck, this was worth every last fuckin’
dollar. She asked for twenty; I gave her forty.
“Yessss,” I let out, my head falling back as she slowly took me into her throat again.
She pulled back, her tongue swirling around the head, and told me, “You pay double, I swallow. Triple, I—”
“Just suck my dick, Diana.” I grabbed her
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